Martineau slowly shook his head. “I don’t belong to the police. I belong to me and I’m going to kill you, Hans Krause. I’m going to kill you with my bare, bloody hands.”
The two men locked eyes for a brief moment and then the Beast of Lyon ran out through the French windows, into the night… and Vagabond followed him.
The storm wind along the cliffs was powerful, whipping against the hunter and the prey.
Jago had no idea who this maniac was, all that he knew was that he had to either get away from him or kill him. His plan was to lure him to the cliff’s edge and then murder him with the dagger and if he couldn’t do that… well, then he would run, run until he could run no more.
Behind him, Martineau was struggling to catch up as his leg, his damned leg was holding him back. He pushed for
