CHAPTER 8There were people on the beach but Tommy saw them only as mobile obstacles between which he must make his way. He went north, plodding through soft sand toward questionable refuge. Fear prodded him so sharply that once he lost his head and broke into a run.
But he got hold of himself almost immediately, and slowed to an inconspicuous walk. What the hell was the matter with him, anyway? He was a cop; he knew that a cop’s attention is always attracted by a running man. Particularly when the man doesn’t seem to be running anywhere. The cop instinctively looks to see who’s chasing him.
There wasn’t anybody chasing him, that he knew of. He had a good head start. He’d got out of the window and down the ladder a split-second after the first knock on the door. He had gone so fast that h
