Alice parked in the lot behind the BSB bank, took her messenger bag with the gun inside, and got out of the car. She was going to get Julie out of the backseat when she heard shouting. She looked up. A man was down the street, pointing at her.
“That’s her!” he shouted. “She shot a guy! Get her!”
What? Alice froze, stunned. How did he know? She’d killed Knox miles away.
“Police, somebody, help!” The man kept running toward her, joined by another guy.
“Help!” Julie jumped out of the car, screaming and running for the bank. “Help, Jonah! Floyd!”
Alice took off, running full tilt. She tore down the street, but she couldn’t outrun them. They were shouting, right behind her. She took a right, then a left, down one dark street after another, bolting across the road.
Honk! Honk! A bus screeched to a halt, but she kept running. She spotted an alley and ducked inside. The bus had screened her from the men.
She hid in the shadow, watching. In the next minute, the men raced past the mouth of the alley and kept running away, down the street.
Suddenly she felt something press into the small of her back. Someone lifted her messenger bag from her shoulder.
“Turn around slowly,” said a voice. “I knew if I found an alley with a view of the bank, you’d drop by.”
Alice recognized the voice.
It was her own.