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was thrashing and screaming at him as he dragged her toward the car. Casey got her around to the other side, got the back door open and started shoving her inside. A number of people had edged close to him again from all sides, but they backed off some as the barrel of the gun whipped toward them. No one wanted to get shot. And he had already shown he would hurt anyone who got in his way. Those were factors that, thus far, were working in his favor. A couple more moments and he’d be on his way, mission accomplished.
    Unfortunately, one pivotal factor did not work in his favor. And that was the utter disregard for human life de Rais’ men had. A glance over the roof of the Honda showed a burly, bald guy dressed all in black aiming a big handgun at him. Casey ducked an instant before the man squeezed the trigger of his gun. The gun made a big bang and someone behind Casey fell over dead in the street. Casey popped back up and fired a shot of his own over the roof. The slug took the big man in the shoulder and spun him about, but in his place were two more black-clad men with guns. Casey dropped to the street again as they opened fire, watching in dismay as more pedestrians on the opposite sidewalk sprouted wounds and went crashing to the ground. While he was pinned down, Keely took advantage of his momentary helplessness and slithered out of the car. He swiped a hand at the hem of her skirt, his fingertips brushing futilely over soft fabric as she made good her getaway. He screamed then as an immense frustration welled up inside him.
    So close! So fucking close!
    His rage was such that all concern for his own safety vanished. He bounced up again and popped off several more shots at de Rais’ black-clad soldiers before dropping back into the car, where he disengaged the emergency brake and hit the gas. The Honda’s wheels squealed as he shot down the avenue. A pedestrian crossing the street didn’t get out of his way in time and got clipped by his front bumper. Casey grimaced, but put it out of his mind. The important thing was making his getaway before the cops could close in.  
    He’d known there was a chance this could end in a spectacle of very public violence and had planned for that as well. In the event of failure, getting caught would mean he’d never have another chance at rescuing Keely and that was unacceptable.
    He turned left at Church Street and continued his high speed flight as he passed through several intersections, including two where the light was red. Cars crashed and horns honked, but Casey didn’t slow down. He kept going full speed until he took a turn at a side street and then down a narrow alley, where he pulled to a screeching stop next to an overflowing Dumpster outside the rear exit of a downtown restaurant. His own silver Hyundai was parked on the other side of the Dumpster. He stripped the hoodie off and ditched it in the stolen Honda before abandoning it in favor of his own ride.
    Wasting no time, he drove the Hyundai fast in the opposite direction down the alley until he hit the next side street. Before he reached the street, he removed the sunglasses and baseball cap and shook out his long hair. These and the gun went in the glove compartment. He had to wait until he reached the light at Broadway before he could remove his leather gloves. These he tossed into the back.
    He forced himself to remain perfectly composed despite the rising blare of sirens. The light turned green, but he stayed where he was as several cop cruisers went shooting down Broadway en route to 2 nd Avenue. His heart pounding, he gripped the steering wheel hard and waited for the light to cycle back to green again.
    After an eternity, it finally did.
    He let out the breath he’d been holding for the same eternity and turned right onto Broadway, driving the speed limit as he fled the scene of his second botched kidnapping attempt. Only when he was many, many blocks away did he allow himself to vent his frustration by