![]() Air blew through the windshield and windows and safety glass sparkled on their laps. Arkady pushed the car as fast as it could go until the sergeant was out of sight.Īt last the streets ended at docks and the deep black and trailing lights of the harbor. ![]() He drove toward the streetlamp, and when he was a block beyond he looked back through the gaping rear window to see Luna running after. The left-front fender was crushed, and left turns seemed to be impossible. As the doors burst open, the Lada landed askew on the steps, righted itself and shouldered through debris. Missed him, but as the hanging bulb flared to life Arkady saw an electric highway of glass leading to the doors and followed. He backed into a column hard enough to rock the balcony, shot forward and aimed at Luna, silhouetted by crystals on his shoulders. The falling ladder had grazed the bulb, and as the light swung, goats, stairs, statues swayed from side to side. To say what? That I've refused orders from the police? That I hid evidence? That I'm helping a Russian instead?Īrkady peeled off enough windshield to see. ![]() He said Rufo's television was warm, so he knew you were there.
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