“Not surprising. It’s the only place around with a large enough space—other than the highway—and he’s not done with us.” He headed for the concession stand. There might not be guns in there, but maybe a knife? Probably not. But if he could keep Sarah behind a locked door until Caden and help arrived, they’d manage to survive it.

“But everyone knows what he’s done,” Sarah said, hurrying along beside him. She glanced over her shoulder. “He could have disappeared by now. Why continue to come after us?”

“Revenge. He’s angry that we’re doing out best to derail his plans and he’s not thinking straight.”

“He had the gun when he went out of the plane.”

“Yeah.” Gavin tried the door of the concession stand.

Locked.

Of course.

“Head for the restrooms at the edge of the parking lot,” Sarah said.

“No windows in there. I won’t be able to watch him.”

“Maybe not, but he won’t be able to see us either. And the door locks. Add in the fact that if he has to shoot the lock off, he can’t have that many more bullets left in the gun. It will buy us some time.”

“Unless he had a magazine in his pocket.”

She grimaced. “Okay.” She shot another glance back. “He’s getting closer.”

“He’s spotted the parachute,” Gavin said. “He knows we’re here somewhere.”

“And now he’s heading for the school,” Sarah said.

“It’s on lockdown by now. He can’t get in.”

A car turned into the parking lot.

Sirens screamed in the distance.

“But he can take that driver hostage,” Sarah said. “Or hijack her car.”

The teen stepped out of her vehicle and McClain made a beeline for her, limping on his injured knee, but still moving fast.

“Stay here,” Gavin ordered. He raced from behind the concession stand toward the parking lot, aiming to intercept McClain before he could reach the girl. “Get back in the car!”

His shout froze both McClain and the teen. Then McClain put on a burst of speed, heading toward the car.

“Get back in the car and lock the door!”

For a moment, she hesitated. McClain closed in. She dove into the driver’s seat and slammed the door just as McClain reached her. He yanked on the door handle, then smashed a fist on the glass.

Gavin never slowed his stride as he slammed into the man. They both crashed to the asphalt, and the impact knocked the breath from Gavin, stunning him into stillness. But at least he landed on top.

McClain dragged in a wheezing breath and swung out with his right hand, catching Gavin in the chin. The blow knocked him to the side.

Police vehicles swarmed into the parking lot.

McClain had pulled his weapon and turned it on Gavin.