Sandford, John - Prey 03 - Eyes of Prey by Sandford John

Author:Sandford, John [Sandford, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers
ISBN: 9781569563663
Google: JoSIX3kAKIQC
Amazon: 0425214435
Goodreads: 37297
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 1991-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Two campus cops cruised past George’s Jeep and flashed the meter. More than an hour on the clock.

“Yes.”

The single syllable was in his ear, like stone, so hard. George was dead.

Bekker, standing in the hallway outside the restaurant entrance, dropped the phone in its cradle and danced his little jig, bobbing up and down, hopping from foot to foot, chortling. Caught himself. Looked around, guilty. Nobody. And they were clean. There were details to be tidied away, but they were details. After he got rid of the Jeep, there’d be no way to connect him to anything. Well: there’d be one way. But that was a detail.

He glanced at his watch: not quite midnight. Druze should be in Wisconsin by now. Bekker walked out to his car, drove to the hospital, parked. Took the cigarette case from his pocket, opened it in the gloom, popped one of the special Contac capsules, inhaled. The coke hit him immediately, and he rode with it, head back, eyes closed . . . .

Time to go. Nobody was following, but if someone was, he could handle it. He and his friends. He walked through the hospital lobby and took the stairs. Down, this time. Used his key to get into the tunnel and walked through the maintenance tunnel to the next building. Everybody did it, especially in the winter. But the cops wouldn’t know.

Careful, he told himself, paranoia . . . there were no cops. The dope was in his blood . . . but what was it, exactly? He couldn’t quite remember. There had been some amphetamines, he always did those, and a lick of the PCP; he’d had some aspirin, a lot of aspirin, actually, for an incipient headache, and his regular doses of anabolic steroids for his body and the synthetic growth hormone as part of his antiaging trip. All balanced, he thought: and for creativity, a taste of acid? He couldn’t remember.

He walked out of the next building, pulling his collar up, the brim of his hat down. Peik Hall was three minutes away. He got close, walked behind a building onto Pillsbury, down the street, pulling on his driving gloves. The Jeep was there, right where it should be. He stooped, found the keys, unlocked the door and got inside. This was the risky part. Fifteen minutes’ worth. But if he got the car to the airport, the cops might be bluffed into thinking that George had taken off on his own . . . .

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