On the streets of TriBeCa she paused.
Looking around.
There were construction workers, there were businessmen and businesswomen, there were messengers.
She'd thought Pretty Boy and Emily were gone, wouldn't bother with her. But she'd been wrong there. And that meant they might have other partners. Was it any one of these people?
Several faces glanced at her, and their expressions were dark and suspicious. She shrank back into an alley, hid behind a Dumpster. She'd wait until it was night-- just hide there--then hike up to the bus station.
Then she saw a bum coming up the alley. Only he didn't look quite like a bum to her. He was dirty like a homeless man and he wore shabby clothes. But his eyes seemed too quick. They seemed dangerous. He looked up and saw her. Paused for just an instant too long. Lowered his head again and continued up the alley.
Ignoring her. But really trying too hard to ignore her.
He was one of them too!
Go, girl. Go! She slung her purse over her shoulder, grabbed the heavy suitcase, and bolted from behind the Dumpster.
The bum saw her, debated a moment, then started running too. Directly behind her.
Rune couldn't run fast, not with the suitcase. She struggled into Franklin Street and paused, gasping, trying to figure which way to go. The bum was getting closer.
Then a man's voice: "Rune!"
She spun around, heart hammering.
"Rune, over here!"
It was Phillip Dixon, the U.S. marshal. He was waving toward her. She started toward him instinctively, then stopped, remembering that he was one of the people who wanted to arrest her.
What should she do?
She was in the middle of the street--thirty feet from the subway. She heard a rumbling underground--a train was approaching. She could vault the turnstile and be on her way uptown in fifteen seconds.
Thirty feet from the bum, running toward her, anger on his face.
Thirty feet from Dixon.
"Rune!" the marshal called. "Come on. It's not safe here. They're around here somewhere. The killers."
"No! You're going to arrest me!"
"I know you didn't kill Symington," Di
xon said.
But what else was he going to say? And after the cuffs were on, it'd be: You have the right to remain silent...
The bum was closer, staring at her with dark, cold eyes.
The train was almost in the station. Run for it! Now!
"I want to help you," Dixon shouted. "I've been worried about you." He started across the street but stopped when she turned away from him, started toward the subway.
He held up his hands. "Please! They're after you, Rune. We know what happened. They set you up! They hadn't figured on you getting away in Brooklyn. But we know you didn't do it. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time."
Choose, she told herself. Now!
She started across the street tentatively toward Dixon. The bum was closer now, slowing.