There was no subtle incline of speed. The smiling stranger broke into a mad dash, scurrying away from the scene like some unwanted pest. But Logan did want him. If not for his initial suspicions, then for what he now had to do.
Logan took after him. Faces in the crowd turned their way, but he took no notice. The man disappeared around a tall bank of grass, but when Logan rounded the corner, he found him again. All he could think was that this man was fast.
The man raced across the street. Logan followed. Cars blared their horns as the drizzle soaked through him. His heart raced, his strong legs carrying him closer and closer toward the target. With each heavy footfall, one thing flashed in his mind, and one thing only.
Kerry Henris.
Anger flooded through him, fueling him as he put everything he had into his speed. But the man was too fast – a blur speeding down the road, the image of him distorted by the increasingly heavy rain. He kept running, sprinting, impossible to reach until he turned another corner and vanished from sight.
Panting now, Logan caught up to the corner. He stopped, scanning around for any sign of the suspicious stranger. There were cars here, pedestrians, the sidewalk a maze of raised umbrellas. They all merged into one, the man concealed either here, in a car, or into one of the many stores. As Logan stood realizing his chase had reached a quick end, he could only wonder if that man had been their killer. That led him to a more tantalizing thought.
That he had failed to get a clear look at his face.