that their noses were touching. “You better give that nosy asshole a big hug,” Alex said. “He just saved your life.”
He then withdrew the gun from Marco’s mouth and clubbed him over the head with it. When Marco was on the ground, he looked back to the man on the stairs and saw that he was running back inside.
“Great,” Alex said.
He looked to his bike and saw that even if it would crank again (which was questionable), there was no way it would steer properly. He then considered the partially wrecked car that had nearly killed him but that was no good, either. He’d stick out like a sore thumb on the streets, and that was not something he needed — especially if the employee that had just interrupted him really was going to call the cops.
With no other option, Alex ran for the far edge of the parking lot where another lot joined it. Behind this one, there was a row of dumpsters and a chain link fence. On the other side of the fence, a small strip of grass led to what looked like a salvage yard of sorts. Beyond that, there was a fence and the welcoming lights of the city. It was one hell of an obstacle course, but it was better than walking down the street for a man that would likely have the police looking for him within a matter of seconds.
Alex ran along the dumpsters and scaled the fence. If the warehouse had any security guards, Alex never heard from them at all. He was over the fence and running across the salvage yard towards the lights of the city unobstructed. Being unfamiliar with the city did not bother him at all. Most larger cities were laid out the same way, the streets widening out and separating a bit further form one another as the downtown district faded away into the distance. He was able to find his way around easily enough, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for any sign of the police as he moved through the dark.
As he ran, he wondered if Jameson was in the back of an ambulance yet. And beyond that, he wondered how Amanda was. He thought about calling her, but remembered that he had left his phone with Jameson.
He came to the small wooden fence at the end of the salvage yard and climbed it with a boost from an old battered hood from an old abandoned work truck. When he hit the other side, he found himself in the parking lot of an abandoned retail store of some kind. Across from this was a two-way street. He followed this street for two blocks, looking for any landmarks that clue him to where he was.
As he walked, he got his first real break of the night. A city bus was parked along the side of the street, taking on two passengers. Alex rushed forward and got there just in time. He dropped his fare into the box at the front of the bus and took a seat in the back. He put his head down, making sure no one could get a clear look at him just in case things got bad.
As he bus started moving forward, Alex heard the sound of police sirens in the distance.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It took him a little over forty minutes to make it from the bus stop to the hospital. It had required the use of a cab which he didn’t mind as he used cash, and the driver was not the type to strike up conversation. When the cab dropped him off in front of the emergency room, it was 4:10 in the morning. He was tired, he was a little frightened, and there was a hatred for Marco swarming in him that intensified all of that.
He’d heard distant sirens on two more occasions, but here at the hospital, there was nothing. He didn’t dare want to make the foolish assumption that he was in the clear, but he felt pretty confident. There was no way the employee at the warehouse had clearly seen his face, and he had taken such a roundabout way to get back onto the streets that he was fairly certain no one had seen him within two miles of the warehouse immediately after the altercation with Marco and Larry.
Because of this, he walked into the hospital without the precautions of
He then withdrew the gun from Marco’s mouth and clubbed him over the head with it. When Marco was on the ground, he looked back to the man on the stairs and saw that he was running back inside.
“Great,” Alex said.
He looked to his bike and saw that even if it would crank again (which was questionable), there was no way it would steer properly. He then considered the partially wrecked car that had nearly killed him but that was no good, either. He’d stick out like a sore thumb on the streets, and that was not something he needed — especially if the employee that had just interrupted him really was going to call the cops.
With no other option, Alex ran for the far edge of the parking lot where another lot joined it. Behind this one, there was a row of dumpsters and a chain link fence. On the other side of the fence, a small strip of grass led to what looked like a salvage yard of sorts. Beyond that, there was a fence and the welcoming lights of the city. It was one hell of an obstacle course, but it was better than walking down the street for a man that would likely have the police looking for him within a matter of seconds.
Alex ran along the dumpsters and scaled the fence. If the warehouse had any security guards, Alex never heard from them at all. He was over the fence and running across the salvage yard towards the lights of the city unobstructed. Being unfamiliar with the city did not bother him at all. Most larger cities were laid out the same way, the streets widening out and separating a bit further form one another as the downtown district faded away into the distance. He was able to find his way around easily enough, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for any sign of the police as he moved through the dark.
As he ran, he wondered if Jameson was in the back of an ambulance yet. And beyond that, he wondered how Amanda was. He thought about calling her, but remembered that he had left his phone with Jameson.
He came to the small wooden fence at the end of the salvage yard and climbed it with a boost from an old battered hood from an old abandoned work truck. When he hit the other side, he found himself in the parking lot of an abandoned retail store of some kind. Across from this was a two-way street. He followed this street for two blocks, looking for any landmarks that clue him to where he was.
As he walked, he got his first real break of the night. A city bus was parked along the side of the street, taking on two passengers. Alex rushed forward and got there just in time. He dropped his fare into the box at the front of the bus and took a seat in the back. He put his head down, making sure no one could get a clear look at him just in case things got bad.
As he bus started moving forward, Alex heard the sound of police sirens in the distance.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It took him a little over forty minutes to make it from the bus stop to the hospital. It had required the use of a cab which he didn’t mind as he used cash, and the driver was not the type to strike up conversation. When the cab dropped him off in front of the emergency room, it was 4:10 in the morning. He was tired, he was a little frightened, and there was a hatred for Marco swarming in him that intensified all of that.
He’d heard distant sirens on two more occasions, but here at the hospital, there was nothing. He didn’t dare want to make the foolish assumption that he was in the clear, but he felt pretty confident. There was no way the employee at the warehouse had clearly seen his face, and he had taken such a roundabout way to get back onto the streets that he was fairly certain no one had seen him within two miles of the warehouse immediately after the altercation with Marco and Larry.
Because of this, he walked into the hospital without the precautions of
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