Jan called that in with the fewest words she could, grabbed her shotgun, flashlight and brick, and then hot-footed after the fleeing man. Running around the east end of the warehouse, he headed out across the railroad yard. He had about two hundred feet on Jan.
Footing in the yard was treacherous. The cinder ballast shifting beneath their feet as they bounded across five switching tracks and dodged among a scattering of freight cars. Luckily action was slow that night with only one switch engine moving a few cars around the yard some distance down the tracks. So far the signals showed all clear on the two main line tracks, which they were about to cross. They charged across them and on down toward the center of the yard.
Trying to keep her bobbing flashlight focused on the running man an
