He made his way back onto the street, following, edging closer and closer through the crowds. In the distance, he could hear the wail of sirens; the police and ambulances on their way to the scene at the Pont Neuf. The Sunday crowds were both a help and a hindrance. They were good for cover, but also made it slow going as he fought his way through them.
Marquez turned onto the quiet side street, the Rue des Grands Augustin. Gorilla increased his pace to catch up with the target. The more time Marquez was out of eye contact, the more the risk of his escape increased. Gorilla reached the corner and paused. Counted one, two, and three. Then he casually sauntered around the corner away from the busy main street, his newspaper still held at his waist.
What he saw caused his step to falter and
