Chapter 28
I DIDN’T know if Reamer had hit me over the head with a baseball bat. I didn’t know if he’d been the one to pitch a jar of burning diesel through a window at me. The first time I’m gone into Jack’s, he’d ducked out when I came in. But when he realized I recognized him, he fled.
I’m a cop. I didn’t need any better reason to chase him.
Reamer’s long legs devoured the weedy parking lot, his feet striking cracked blacktop hard enough to cast echoes against the K-mart’s brick front.
After only a few steps, I could feel that the days of aimless wandering around Kevin’s house had drained my stamina. In a hundred yards I had a stitch under my right lung and my hamstrings tugged and ached at each step. I made myself exhale, pushing dead air out so I could cram more in. My shoes pound
