Dallas Run by David Robbins

Author:David Robbins [Robbins, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sf_postapocalyptic, sf_action
ISBN: 9780843929386
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 1990-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“The way I read it, the woman ran in here first and Hickok went in after her,” Geronimo said.

“Then we go after him,” Blade said, and motioned at the leader of the Chains. “Get over here.”

Marlon warily stepped closer. “What?”

“Where would she go from here?” Blade asked.

“How should I know?” Marlon retorted.

“She’s your fox, as you put it,” Blade reminded him. “Where would she go with someone chasing her?”

“Anywhere,” Marlon said. “We don’t have special hiding places, if that’s what you mean. Melanie knows this area really well. She’ll probably lose your friend in no time flat.”

Blade sighed. “Okay, Geronimo lead off,” he said, then reached out, grabbed Marlon by the right shoulder, and shoved the young tough between Geronimo and himself. “You’ll walk in front of me,” he instructed.

“Any funny moves and I’ll split your skull. Understood?”

“Understood,” Marlon acknowledged sullenly.

“Lieutenant Garber, bring up the rear. Stay alert,” Blade ordered.

“Will do, sir,” the officer replied.

Without another word they entered the building. On a hunch, Geronimo bore to the left and walked until he came to a junction. He paused, eyeing both branches. “Which way?”

“Pick one,” Blade said.

Geronimo studied the two branches for several seconds and noticed the light seemed slightly brighter at the end of the right fork. “We go right,” he declared, and suited his action to his words.

“Any chance of my getting my guns back?” Marlon asked as he followed the Indian.

“None,” Blade said.

“I don’t like being unarmed.”

“Who does?”

“Particularly in here,” Marlon went on. “There are all kinds of creepy-crawlies in these old buildings.”

“We know,” Blade said. “We ran into a bunch of lizards on our way in.”

“The lizards are the least of our worries,” Marlon commented without elaborating.

They hiked in silence to where the corridor turned abruptly to the left.

“There’s an open door!” Geronimo declared, and hurried to the exit.

Once outside, he stared at the sidewalk, the curb, and the asphalt covering the street, and frowned.

Marlon, Blade, and Garber came through the doorway.

“What’s wrong?” the officer inquired, noting Geronimo’s peeved expression.

“No tracks.”

“What?” Garber asked.

Geronimo pointed at the sidewalk. “Concrete doesn’t hold prints very well unless it’s wet.”

Lieutenant Garber gazed at the curb and the street. “Oh. Then we’re stymied temporarily, aren’t we? We can’t track them. What do we do now?”

“It’s up to Blade,” Geronimo said.

“Perhaps we should stay put,” Lieutenant Garber proposed. “Hickok might return to this spot.”

Blade ran his left hand through his hair, pondering their next move.

Garber had a point about the gunman returning. They shouldn’t stray very far from the alley. He decided to return and await Hickok. As he rotated toward the doorway he noticed a sign on the building across the street.

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