Patil," and the man in the panty hose whirled around, his gun leading, as the little girl yelled," He'll hurt you!" He opened the door and called out, "Good evening, Mr. He held his SIG at his side and began whistling. He crouched down and ran back around to the front of the store. Since she wasn't wearing panty hose on her head, she obviously wasn't slated to join the actual robbery she was just there to drive the man in the store out of here. He saw a woman in the driver's seat, leaning in toward the passenger's side to get a partial view inside the store. He quickly ran around to the back of the Shop 'n Go and heard the engine running before he saw the Chevy Impala, tucked in the shadows off the parking asphalt. He couldn't call 911, and take the chance of sirens freaking the guy out, not with kids still in the line of fire. Each child held an ice- cream bar, now forgotten. His hands were wrapped around their shoulders, hugging them tightly against him.
Pressed against the man's legs were two small children, a boy and a girl. At the end of the counter stood a man about his own age, wearing a bright red Redskins sweatshirt, jeans, and glasses. He could hear the man yelling at him, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Patil, who wasn't more than five five with lifts in his shoes and was at least seventy-five years old, looked petrified. he could see a man inside, his face flattened in a leg of pantyhose, standing in front of the counter, pointing a Saturday night special at Mr. He pulled the Porsche to the far side of the parking lot, out of the line of sight, got out, quietly closed the door, and walked to the edge of the window. A strange play of rapid movement behind the store's large glass window caught his eye. There was only one car in the parking lot, which wasn't unusual at this time of the evening. He looked up at the low-lying clouds that promised to bring showers in the next couple of hours. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the bite of fall in the air.
He felt good, his muscles relaxed and warm, and he looked forward to playing with Sean, maybe with his new video game, Wonky Wizards. It was after eight o'clock, and Savich was on his way home from a hard workout at the gym. Nonfat milk, Fritos, and bananas, Savich repeated to himself as he pulled into the parking lot of Mr. It's up to Lucy to stop this madness before Savich dies.Įxcerpt for SPLIT SECOND by Catherine Coulter
She learns about obsession and destruction and ultimate power.Īs the hunt for the serial killer escalates, Savich realizes he's become the killer's focus, and the hunted. Not only does she discover the truth of what happened all those years ago, but she faces a new mystery, a strange ring that holds powers beyond her ken. What she finds, however, is more in the nature of a nightmare. Determined to uncover the truth, Lucy moves into her grandmother's Chevy Chase mansion. Savich and Sherlock are joined by agents Lucy Carlyle and Cooper McKnight, and the chase is on.Īt the same time, Special Agent Lucy Carlyle learns from her dying father that her grandfather hadn't simply walked away from his family twenty-two years earlier: he had, in fact, been murdered by his wife, Lucy's grandmother. They soon discover that the killer has blood ties to the infamous now long-dead monster, Ted Bundy. A serial killer is on the loose, and it's up to FBI agents Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock to bring him down.