Nathan's Run (1996) Read Online Free PDF

suppose they don't. By the way, who released the kid's picture to the media?"
    "Guess."
    "Petrelli?"
    "I can't prove it, but who else? I talked to one of his minions about it this morning and he got real defensive, babbling that the law allows the release of a juvenile escapee's picture so long as certain criteria are met. Frankly, I lost interest halfway through the answer. One thing he never said, though, was 'no."
    Warren shook his head and handed the photo back to Jed. "Well, screw it. They're the lawyers, I guess. Are the troops assembled?"
    "Yep. All ready and waiting to be inspired."
    Together, Michaels and Hackner rose from their chairs and headed across the squad room to the small conference room, where three other division heads had gathered. Michaels marched to the front of the room and went straight to the point.
    "Thanks for coming on such short notice. You all know by now that there was a murder at the JDC last night, and that the suspected killer is out there on the streets. The killer is a twelve-year-old boy." As Michaels spoke, Hackner passed out copies of the yearbook picture.
    "The press is already beginning to have some fun with this story," Michaels continued, "reporting along your basic David and Goliath theme-SMALL BOY OUTWITS POLICE FORCE, you know the deal. I want to stress to each and every one of you that I want this case closed, and Nathan Bailey reincarcerated, today. Thus far, our searches and roadblocks haven't turned up a thing. Sergeant Hackner will be getting the state boys involved in this after our meeting, but I personally would like this to be resolved while it is still a local matter. Frankly, I don't need the shit that's going to come down on us if we get beaten by that kid. Have I made my position clear?"
    Heads nodded across the conference table.
    "Good, then get your folks on the street motivated to catch him."
    With that, the meeting ended.
    As Michaels traversed the twenty feet to the door, he overheard one of the division heads comment, "Sure is a cute kid."
    Michaels stopped in his tracks and turned to face the source of the comment. The patented glare was retuned and working perfectly. "I'll remind you, Bob, that that cute kid murdered a fellow law-enforcement officer last night. If you do your job, he won't have the chance to do it again."

    Chapter 8
    Nathan awoke naked but warm under a downy comforter in the middle of a king-size bed. The sun shone through the open blinds at just the right angle to sting his eyes into wakefulness. The last time he looked at the digital clock next to him on the night-stand, it had read two forty-three. Now it was nine forty-eight. Annoyed that his rest had been cut short, he grumbled and rolled to his side, turning away from the invading rays of the sun and burying his head between two pillows.
    Moments later, the room was filled with the sound of a disc jockey, blaring from the clock radio. Some chatter followed, which Nathan tried to ignore in an effort to recapture the peace of sleep. The content of the conversation drifted in and out of his consciousness, something to do with a health plan and taxes. Whatever it was, it sure sparked a lot of emotion, with people yelling at each other. Finally, enough was enough, and Nathan blindly slapped at the top of the radio until the noise stopped.
    At peace once again, and in a quiet room, Nathan settled his head back between the pillows and waited for sleep to return. But it was too late. The spell had been broken. He was awake, and his mind was already beginning to fill with thoughts of what he needed to do to plan his escape.
    Kind of hard when you don't even know where you're going.
    Whatever he decided to do, he was going to have to think things through very carefully. The nervous, fluttery feeling returned to the pit of his stomach. The images of Ricky were lurking just behind a closed door in his mind. If he wasn't careful, he'd have to look at them again.
    He pushed the thoughts away. There