Ten Seconds to Murder
Ten Seconds to MurdeHe skidded around a pile corner, saw Joan Arlen gaping up at an azure-lighted wall, wholly unaware that she was bathed in death. He reached her, scooped her up in his arms without stopping. She screamed, pounded his chest with furious little fists but he ignored them, let out a great shout.
“Aid!” Strategically placed mikes would pick it up. “Ray Aid!”
Joan went limp. “What—” she gasped. “What’s happened?” A far-off siren wailed. Brad glanced back, saw that they were well past the flaring wall and that the glow already was fading. He slowed to a dog trot.
“What is it, Brad?”
“Oh, just a little split from Pile Two.” Pile Two! Star! Kozmer’s pile. “You’ll be all right.” Kozmer’s hunch had been for the record all right, the record of a murder ali
