Shadow 320 - Reign of Terror 07-01-48, The by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street and Smith
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Trying to drive fast and yet carefully was a trial. Corbaccio knew how sensitive the contents of the satchel at his feet was, and yet he had to get to the Clarion office fast.

He risked a red light and the car high tailed across the intersection like a rabbit. He eased off after he had crossed, no sense in being blown sky high.

A flash of reflected light in his rear view mirror caught his eye. He slowed down even further. The car behind him slowed down too. He thought frantically. No… Corre can’t do this to me… No…

He pressed his foot down to the floor boards. The car leaped ahead as though jet propelled. Ahead was a busy cross street. No chance of jumping that. He twisted the wheel of his car sharply. It spun around.

His car skidded as he pulled it by main force around a corner. There, the car was no longer in sight. Three seconds later its lights were flashing in his mirror again.

Was this what he had robbed and cheated and killed for? A scream welled up in his throat when he saw a flash of red. They were firing at his gas tank… and if that went… He looked down at the bag.

There was no sanity in his eyes now. He jammed the brakes on. He leaped from the car with the bag in his arms. The other car slowed down. As it did so, he raised the bag to throw it.

A burst of bullets from the car ripped the bag in half. That was all he ever saw.

The explosion rocked the street for hundreds of feet. Glass shattered by the force of the impact fell from windows. Concrete where his feet had just been ripped and tore as though a giant had scooped it up.

Ten blocks away Shrevvie heard the deep dull boom and wondered what it was. He shrugged. None of his business. All he had to do was stay put till his darkly clad passenger returned.

The cab moved a trifle under a sudden impact. The Shadow, who had dropped through the open roof, said, “Hurry Shrevvie.”

The cab drove off into the night. From the rear of it welled up a mocking bitter laugh.

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