Chapters (38)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Chapter 1 - Wednesday afternoon, April 6, 1988
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3 - DEBORAH UNRUH
- Chapter 4 - Thursday morning, April 7, 1988
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6 - DEBORAH UNRUH
- Chapter 7 - Thursday afternoon, April 7, 1988
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9 - WALKER MCNALLY
- Chapter 10 - Friday, April 8, 1988
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12 - WALKER MCNALLY
- Chapter 13 - Monday, April 11, 1988
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15 - JON CORSO
- Chapter 16 - Wednesday, April 13, 1988
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18 - JON CORSO
- Chapter 19 - Wednesday afternoon, April 13, 1988
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21 - DEBORAH UNRUH
- Chapter 22 - Thursday night, April 14, 1988
- Chapter 23 - Friday afternoon, April 15, 1988
- Chapter 24 - WALKER MCNALLY
- Chapter 25 - Monday, April 18, 1988
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27 - JON CORSO
- Chapter 28 - Wednesday afternoon, April 20, 1988
- Chapter 29 - WALKER MCNALLY
- Chapter 30 - Wednesday evening, April 20, 1988
- Chapter 31 - JON CORSO
- Chapter 32 - Thursday, April 21, 1988
- Chapter 33 - Thursday, April 21, 1988
- EPILOGUE
As I passed Corso’s house I was startled to see him emerge from the front door, a suitcase in each hand. The car sitting in his driveway was a sleek black Jaguar. I resisted the urge to stare, directing my attention instead to the road ahead. At the next corner I turned right and drove as far as the first estate entrance, where I did a quick turn and crept back toward Ocean. Jon had gone back for a briefcase. On the porch he took a moment to lock up and then returned to the car, where he arranged his bags. When he slid under the wheel, I was close enough to hear the faint slamming of his car door and the engine begin humming. He pulled out of the drive and headed right, toward Harley’s Beach, back along Palisade. I gave him a twenty-second head start and pulled out after him.
When he reached the intersection of Capillo and Palisade, I thought he’d turn right, but he continued on past City College, neatly avoiding Seashore Park. He caught the southbound freeway and I tucked in behind him, easing off the gas to allow another car between us. By the time he reached the Old Coast Road off-ramp, there were two cars between us and I felt I was sufficiently protected to avoid notice. He made a sedate left-hand turn and came up on the far side of the underpass. He had to be heading for the bank. I couldn’t guess his purpose unless Walker emerged with suitcases in hand, in which case I’d assume both were preparing to flee. Corso pulled into the bank parking lot and I drove by, making a mental note of his license plate:
THRILLR
I made a quick turn onto Center Road, reversed in a motel parking lot, and cut back, passing the bank again just as Walker ducked into the car. Corso pulled out of the lot. I kept him in sight as he crossed the intersection and eased from Old Coast Road onto the freeway, driving north. I wondered what they were up to. Did Walker know Michael Sutton was dead? Was that the arrangement they’d made? Corso would strike while Walker established an ironclad alibi? What about the risk to Jon, whose car had been spotted at the scene? It seemed clear Walker wasn’t leaving town, at least in the next half-hour, so perhaps the purpose of the meeting was to bring Walker up to speed before Jon disappeared on his own.