Chapter Seven

City Lady Country Killer

The elevator opened to a staff hallway. It smelled of vinegar and bleach. I ran, following the fire exit signs. I found a door, and came out into an alley.

I moved toward the street. I saw Ramone and Lalli crossing. He had his gun in one hand, and held the bin over his head with the other. Lalli looked up at the Descartes. Her shoe broke on the wet pavement.

Then I saw the truck. It was rolling at full speed.

The grill hit the couple like a cheese grater.

They and the duffle bag exploded. Hundreds of Polaroids mixed with flesh and cloth. They stuck to buildings and light posts and to the garbage-plugged sewer grates. A bolo tie hung from traffic light, dripping blood.

The truck rumbled on, punching through the rain.