“I know,” he rasped. Then he shifted, and the fight wason.
They rolled around, but she didn’t let go. Her cheek took another smack as he headbutted her, but not hard enough to do real damage.
She had to keep hold of him until the police entered to take over. But the guy was like an eel, wriggling, nearly managing to break free.
Jane finally wrangled him until she sat astride his stomach with his arms pinned to either side of his head. A position she wouldn’t be able to maintain for long.
She got her first good look at him now his hood and hat had fallen off.
Late twenties, short, dark blond hair, light blue eyes, handsome features that would be remembered.
“Tell me your name.”
“My name is Justice, and everyone will pay until my will be done.” He grinned. “Catchy, huh?”
“Tell me,” she said again. “Who needs to pay? Not everyone. Who?”
The sound of the garage gate rising distracted her. Her weight and strength in this position wouldn’t be enough to keep him down. And they both knew it. “I can help,” Jane tried.
“You’re sincere, but you’re weak. The only thing people like them understand is violence. And blood.” He threw her off him.
To her surprise, he raced toward the police, howling for assistance.
“Officer, please! Help me. She’s been stalking me, and she has a weapon!”
“On the ground,” one of them shouted at Jane while the other cop dragged Code Blue out of the garage, the previously locked gate now fully opened. “I saw her chasing him.”
“I’m FBI. Don’t let him go!” she shouted, keeping her hands in the air while two pistols remained centered on her. “I’m complying, and I’m unarmed.”
“Facedown, on the ground,” the closest one ordered.
She had seen too much pavement up close lately. “I will. Please. Keep a hold of him. He’s killed six people already.” Jane had a bad feeling they’d already lost him.
“Hey! Get back here,” the farthest cop shouted.
And just like that, he was gone.
She groaned while one of them reached for her hands to cuff them behind her back. “Go after him! Don’t let him go!”
But it was too late. Code Blue was in the wind.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Just her luckthat Rapp and the others showed up too late to help. At least the officers had released Jane without a hassle after verifying her identity, and she hadn’t suffered any injuries. At least not major ones, other than the loss of pride at losing Code Blue.
After making sure Jane didn’t need medical assistance, Rapp said, “With me,” and hurried them toward his vehicle.
“I saw him,” Jane announced.
His gaze sharpened. “Gina, get me a sketch artist.”
“On it.” She called someone on her phone.
They climbed into Rapp’s SUV, illegally parked a block down, halfway on the sidewalk, and Rapp darted out into traffic.
Jane tenderly massaged her cheek. She needed to stop landing on her face. “Diego, take this down while it’s fresh, would you?”
“Tell me.” He recorded her on his phone.
