84The white van and the black SUV were nowhere in sight when Maggie walked up the railroad tracks behind the warehouse. There were no windows back here. The only ones she had seen were in the front, their glass broken out, leaving gaping holes alongside the huge garage door.
She found a break in the chain link fence and crawled through. Sweat already drenched her body. She had removed her holster and left it in the car. She didn’t want anything that might encumber her. She tucked her weapon into the waistband of her jeans and pulled the hem of her T-shirt over it.
Deep breathes, she told herself.
She felt calm despite the surge of adrenaline. She was going to stop the bastard. That’s what she needed to concentrate on. One opportunity. One chance. Aim for center mass.
Other than the hug
