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“I fucking hate you,” he said

He fired the second round, and as she sagged against the wall, he scooped up the casings and started walking

He didn’t look back

That dirty old lu Michael crossed Geary, his uh the rain, co toward the dead woman with a phone to his ear

He was shouting into the phone, “Send an ambulance to Geary and Grant Hurry”

CHAPTER 37

MICHAEL STOOD OUTSIDE the POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS tape, a grayred and blue lights froh the mist

He thought of hirade assassin, but he couldn’t quell the heart palpitations and sweat beading up at his hairline, running out fro down his face

He rarely had this feeling This was fear Extre on panic

He knew that he had screwed up But he didn’t kno badly Had the woman lived? Could she identify him? What about the man with the phone?

After firing on the woh alleys, and circu other pedestrians, returning to the wide avenue, and stopped on the sidewalk to put his hands on his knees and take cal breaths

Then Michael resu Hea route from one end of Post Street to Kearny, then to Market and back up Grant, finally drawn back to Geary Street and what he’d done there

He had a grip on himself now

A crowd of curiosity seekers had asse behind the police tape that held the

Michaela place at the end of a row three people deep He asked the man in front of him, “What happened over there?”