NATHAN’S LUNGS BURNED, and his chest heaved, as he pounded along behind the two constables in pursuit of Alec Galton. Calling for backup to help head off the fleeing suspect had taken what spare breath he had, and he could only wonder how much longer he could go on before he had to stop, or worry about collapsing.
He was determined to continue for as long as he could, however, and so he struggled on, somehow managing not to lose ground on his target. The occasional glimpse he got of Alec from between the twin uniforms in front of him suggested that they were gaining on him. It was only a matter of time before they caught up with him, though how much time remained uncertain.
In the end it took less time than Nathan had suspected, thanks to the unexpected, and unintended, assistance of an
