Chapter31
DECKER FELT THE WOMANgo limp in his arms at the same time as he felt something wet hit his face. He slumped to the pavement holding Brimmer, as he heard shouts and feet running. He looked up to see Mars sprinting toward him.
“Get down, Melvin!” he called out.
“Over there, Decker!” said Mars, pointing to his left, across the street.
Decker checked Brimmer. The bullet had entered the left side of her head and exited out the other side, in the direction of the park. Her glassy eyes were staring lifelessly up at him.
He knew she was dead, but he still checked her pulse. With no blood pumping through her body, the woman was already growing cold.
“Shit,” Decker said, looking dazed and in disbelief. He touched his face where her blood had landed.
He looked over at Mars, and then across the street from where the shot had come. He pulled his gun, got up, and raced across the street, with Mars right behind him.
Decker pulled out his phone, dialed 911, identified himself, and told the dispatcher what had happened and the exact location. “We’re in pursuit of the shooter. Get some cop cars out here now and we can box the sonofabitch in.” He put the phone in his pocket and picked up his pace.
Mars took a slight lead because he had seen where the shot had come from. As they ran along, Decker said, “Did you see the person?”
Mars shook his head. “Just a silhouette, at the opening of that alley. I had no time to warn you. I just happened to glance that way right as he fired.”
They reached the alley and peered down it. Decker checked the building. It was being rehabbed. Construction materials were all over the place, along with scaffolding.
“Think the asshole’s still down there?” said Mars.
“Don’t know. If he is, we’ll get him.”
As soon as Decker said this, they could hear the sirens.
“Cavalry’s on the way,” he noted.
“But if I’m the shooter, I’m getting the hell out of here,” said Mars.
“Which is why we’re not waiting. Stay behind me.”
“You don’t have to be my human shield, Decker.”
“You’re a running back, Melvin. I’m a blocker. But if he takes me out, do not let me die in vain.”
They moved down the alley, intently listening for any sound of footsteps, breathing, or, more ominously, a trigger being cocked.
Decker held up a hand. He had heard something.
“What?” hissed Mars.
Decker put a finger to his lips.
Now Mars could hear it too. Heavy breathing, like someone had been running but had stopped.
As the sirens drew closer, Decker started to pick up his pace. Mars stayed right with him. They reached a spot about midway down the alley when Decker halted once more. The spot was brightly lit by overhead lights. The sound of breathing had grown stronger.
Decker pointed his gun straight ahead and then hustled forward.
The man was lying on the asphalt, his head on top of what looked to be a rolled-up bunch of rags. Next to him was a bag full of items. He was dressed in filthy clothing. The heavy breathing that they had heard was his snoring, apparently.
“Decker,” whispered Mars. “Is that a gun?”
Lying on the ground next to the man and within reach of his outstretched hand was a rifle with a scope. Decker stepped forward and used his foot to slowly move the gun away from the man.