Sudden Prey

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Author: John Sandford
Tags: thriller, Suspense, Mystery, Adult
it jumped straight up into the air and then came down in a heap, unmoving.
    ''Gotcha,'' Martin muttered, baring his teeth. The shot felt good.
    Martin crossed the St. Croix at Grantsburg, stopped to look at the river--the surface was beaten down with snowmobile trails--then made his way reluctantly out to I-35. The interstate highways were scars across the country, he thought: you couldn't get close enough to see anything. But they were good when you had to move. He paused a final time at an I-35 rest stop just north of the Cities, made a call and then drove the rest of the way in.

* * *
    BUTTERS WAS WAITING OUTSIDE AN AMOCO STATION off I-94, an olive-drab duffel at his feet. Martin eased to the curb and Butters climbed in and said, ''Straight ahead, back down the ramp.''
    Martin caught the traffic light and said, ''How you been?''
    ''Tired,'' Butters said. His small eyes looked sleepy.
    ''You was tired last fall,'' said Martin. Martin had passed through Tennessee on one of his gun-selling trips, stopped and done some squirrel-hunting with Butters.
    ''I'm more tired now,'' Butters said. He looked into the back of the truck. ''What'd you bring?''
    ''Three cold pistols, three Chinese AK semis, two modified AR-15s, a bow, a couple dozen arrows and my knife,'' Martin said.
    ''I don't think you'll need the bow,'' Butters said dryly.
    ''It's a comfort to me,'' Martin said. He was a roughmuscled, knob-headed outdoorsman with a dark reddish beard over a red-pocked face. ''Where's this guy we gotta see?''
    ''Over in Minneapolis. Just outa downtown. By the dome.''
    Martin grinned his thin coyote-killing smile: ''You been studying up on him?''
    ''Yeah, I have been.''
    They took I-94 to Minneapolis, got off at the Fifth Street exit, got a pizza downtown, then went back to Eleventh Avenue. Butters directed Martin to a stand-alone two-story brick building with a laundromat on the ground level and apartment above. The building was old, but well-kept: probably a neighborhood mom-and-pop grocery in the forties. Lights showed in the apartment windows.
    ''He owns the laundromat,'' Butters said. ''The upstairs is one big apartment. He lives up there with his girlfriend.'' Butters looked up at the lights. ''She must be there now, 'cause he's downtown. He runs his boys right to closingtime. He got back here last night about two, and he brought a pizza with him.''
    Martin looked at his watch, a black military-style Chronosport with luminescent hands. ''Got us about an hour, then.'' He looked back out the window at the building. There was just one door going up to the apartments. ''Where's the garage you were talking about?''
    '' 'Round the side. There's a fire escape on the back, one of them drop-down ones, too high to get to. What he did last night was, he pulled into the garage--he's got a garage-door opener in his car--and the door come down. Then, a minute later, this light went on in the back of the apartment, so there must be an inside stairs. Then he come down through the back again, out through the garage, around the corner and into the laundromat. He was in the back, probably countin' out the machines.''
    Martin nodded. ''Huh. Didn't use them front stairs?''
    ''Nope. Could be something goin' on there, so I didn't look.''
    ''All right. We take him at the garage?''
    ''Yeah. And we might as well eat the pizza. We only need the box, and Harp ain't gonna want any.''
    They chatted easily, comfortable in the pickup smells of gasoline, straw, rust and oil. Then Martin, dabbing at his beard with a paper napkin, asked, ''What do you hear from Dick?''
    ''Ain't heard dick from Dick,'' Butters said. He didn't wait for Martin to laugh, because he wouldn't, although Butters had a sense that Martin sometimes enjoyed a little joshing. He said, ''Last time I talked to him direct, he sounded like he was . . . getting out there.''
    Martin chewed, swallowed and said, ''Nothing wrong with being out there.''
    ''No, there ain't,'' Butters agreed. He was as far
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