style="font-size:15px;"> A few blocks later she noticed him, a lone figure in black. He’d been half a block behind her for almost five minutes now, which didn’t do much for the coincidence theory.
Nell picked up her pace. Geary Street was deserted, its boutiques and wine bars closed for the night. There could be a good reason for a man to be following her; she just couldn’t think what it was.
At least she had her pepper spray.
Nell sprinted across the street and cut down an alley that led to an all-night coffee shop with poetry readings fuelled by unlimited caffeine. Right now she wanted bright lights and warm bodies.
She was one block from the shop’s beckoning lights when she heard the snap of gravel behind her. A hand snaked around her neck, groping for her throat.
She reacted before panic could set in, spraying him and then tucking her chin as she snapped forward and sent the man flying over her head. Blood geysered as he hit the dirty concrete and moaned brokenly.
Nell kept on moving toward the end of the alley. Maybe the creep would think twice before hitting on another woman walking alone at night.
Or not—given that more figures had appeared from behind a parked car. She sprinted to the wall at the far side of the street.
One of her pursuers pulled something long and narrow from his pocket.
A big cardboard box rustled near her feet. Nell recognized the homeless man who looked out of the torn box that was his current home. She had made a practice of leaving him a sandwich or a jar of his favorite honey maple almonds on her night walks.
His grimy face creased in a smile. “How ya doin’, Legs?”
“I’ve been better,” she muttered.
Her first attacker was back on his feet now. The two men crossed the street, headed toward Nell.
“What are you doing?” The old man stood up un-steadily, one hand on the graffiti-covered wall. “Leave her alone, you shits.”
The closer man, a Caucasian with gang tattoos on one arm, gave two vicious kicks of his steel-toed boot and crumpled the old man onto the pavement.
Nell reacted in fury, kicking his legs out from under him. When he toppled, she twisted sharply to the left and swung a piece of discarded plumber’s pipe toward the other man’s face. He was big, but Nell was quicker and she knew these streets and alleys well from her frequent walks home. Jumping onto a cement wall, she struck hard at the side of the man’s head, catching him unaware.
Creep number two hit the alley, gurgling as his face slammed into the greasy pavement.
That had to hurt.
Something rolled across the ground near her feet. Nell realized it was a syringe. Had it been meant for her?
She felt her hands start to shake. She tried to think, digging in her pocket for her cell phone to call 911.
Off to her left, the homeless man gave a groan and spit out two decayed teeth. When he saw the attackers out cold, he gave Nell a crooked smile. “Hell, Legs, where were you when I needed you back in January ’68? My boys and me coulda used you when we stormed the crap out of Hue.”
“A little before my time.” She helped the old man to his feet, dug in her dropped handbag and held out some bills. “Dessert’s on me tonight. Watch yourself out here.”
“Count on it. Got my Purple Heart to protect me.” He pulled out a medal from beneath his stained jacket, the ribbon caught around his gnarled fingers.
One of the nation’s highest honors, the medal was the only thing of value left to a forgotten hero. Talk about crappy unfair.
“Thanks for the ducats, Legs.”
“Anytime.”
Nell was dialing 911 when she saw two men slide out of a gray van parked across the street. Under a broken streetlight she noticed that the closer man had a small pistol level at his leg.
She fought a sickening sense of fear. This was no simple robbery. They had come here for her. But why? Were they after the Tintoretto? Maybe another piece of art in her workshop?
The old man in the torn jacket pushed Nell toward the far end of the alley. “R-run, honey. They got—”
A sudden crack of gunfire cut him off. Nell saw blood splash over his pile of boxes. He groaned and then a bullet screamed past her ear.
Nell pushed past her fear, struggling to keep her mind sharp and focused. Above all, she knew that fear was her worst enemy. Her father’s friends had taught her that, along with an array of carefully selected judo and kickboxing moves. She had never forgotten any of those lessons.
But she was running on caffeine fumes now, exhausted from a twelve-hour day, and there was no telling how many more of the creeps were waiting in nearby cars.
Nell scanned the shadows and then grabbed two heavy lids from a row of garbage cans. She threw the lids at her pursuers, then ducked behind a VW bus with four flat tires. Bullets drilled the garbage can lids and cracked the windows of the VW. Falling glass rained down around her.
Nell’s heart pounded as she peered through the broken windows, looking for fresh cover.
A low voice called out of the darkness. “Stay where you are, Nell. We don’t want to hurt you.”
They knew her name?
Fighting panic, she threw a third garbage can lid behind her, then crawled along the foot of the wall, staying low until she reached a smaller street behind a dilapidated warehouse.
A bright beam of halogen lights cut through the darkness, blinding her.
“All we want to do is talk, Nell. Your father will explain everything to you.”
Her father? Surely he didn’t know these people.
Fighting a sense of horror, Nell crawled on in the darkness. Could her father be involved with men like these? He’d sworn that he was done with stealing and she’d believed him.
A bullet whined over her head, hitting a big white Dumpster at the far end of the alley. Nell tried to remember how far it was from the Dumpster to the nearest cross street.
Ten feet and she’d be eating lead.
“Last warning, Nell.”
She kept inching backward. Her foot struck an empty can, the sound echoing down the narrow alley.
A bullet hit the wall near her shoulder. Cement fragments tore at her cheek and she tasted blood on her lip.
They were cutting her off.
She saw a sudden movement at the end of the alley, beyond the Dumpster. She froze, boxed in completely now. There were too many of them.
“Nell, over here.” The voice from the darkness seemed familiar. “Turn around.”
She
