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At first she didn’t see anyone. Machines took up the center of the building—she had no idea what they did. More than a hundred sewing machines were set up in rows along the far wall, though no one was working now.
Keeping her gun close to her body to avoid someone jumping out at her and grabbing it, she ran down a narrow hall toward where she heard the sound. A scream echoed in the cavernous room followed by two gunshots.
Kara ran around the machine and saw David Chen racing down the hall opposite from where she’d entered.
“Stop! Police!” Kara shouted.
He didn’t stop.
On the filthy cement floor, Sunny lay in a pool of her own blood. She was gut shot and at first Kara thought she was alive.
She ran over, pulled off her shirt and pressed it on the wound. “Stay with me, Sunny!”
Kara pressed on the wound with one hand, pulled out her phone with the other and called 911. As she demanded an ambulance she saw the blood in Sunny’s hair.
He’d shot her in the head. She couldn’t find a pulse. She couldn’t feel Sunny’s heartbeat.
Sunny was dead. Kara didn’t hesitate—she jumped up and ran after David Chen, biting back a scream of rage bubbling in her lungs.
He would not get away with murder.
He’d gone up a staircase that she had seen on the map Sunny had drawn for her. The stairs went up three stories to the roof. As she pursued, a metal door clanged against the wall.
She took the steps two, three at a time, never slowing. She burst out of the door, barely hesitating except for her training telling her to pause, assess.
Chen was near the edge of the roof. She heard sirens all around, but Chen was here because he had an escape plan.
“Police!” she shouted. “Stop, keep your hands where I can see them!”
Chen didn’t stop, and he didn’t turn toward her. He ran, jumped from his roof to the adjoining building. It was only a ten-foot gap. She pursued, rolling as she landed, then popped up and followed.
Shoot him. He killed Sunny!
She couldn’t shoot him in the back. If he turned to her, she would fire. If he just turned to face her, she would kill him. He was evil, a monster who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as the women he exploited.
Turn and face me, you coward!
He ran, leaped to another roof, this opening narrower than the one before, and she followed, gaining on him, but not fast enough. The sun was just starting to break through the morning. Security lighting on the street barely reached the rooftops. The sirens were louder, and she could see whirling lights—the cavalry was almost here...
But Sunny was dead.
One more roof and he would be able to disappear into the heart of Chinatown. There were dozens of ways he could escape. She couldn’t let that happen.
She’d been slowly gaining, now only twenty feet away. He spared a look over his shoulder and then everything happened so fast.
He tripped over a vent and went sprawling...down, over the edge of the roof. She sprinted, her breath labored, and saw him spread-eagled two stories below, his leg at an unnatural angle. She was about to pull out her phone and call it in when a burning pain in her back had her grunt out a scream.
She turned and fired her gun at a large Asian man as she saw him reach into his waistband. Xavier Fan, Chen’s bodyguard. She fired three times and he went down.
She fell to her knees. She hadn’t heard a gunshot—but the pain told her she’d been hit. She turned her head best she could and saw the hilt of a knife that had barely missed her vest.
She called Lex as she lay down on her stomach. She didn’t dare pull out the knife.
“Quinn! Where the fuck are you? Quinn!”
“Roof. Three buildings south. Chen tripped, fell to the street. Officer down.”
“He shot you? Dammit, talk!”
