Free Naked Dragon by G. A. Hauser Page A

eyes and he immediately darted down this alley."
    "How the hell do you know it was him?" Agent Skinner wiped a drip of sweat off his face.
    "I know. And now he knows I know."
    "What the hell did he look like?" Agent Green grabbed the Seattle Police radio he was carrying.
    "Give that to me!" Robbie snatched it and keyed the mike.
    "X-ray unit 440," he said.
    Radio repeated his call sign.
    "I need as many units as available to the alley behind Feng's Laundromat on South Main Street. And a K9 if there's one available."
    "Copy. Units to back X-ray 440 in an area check."
    The air lit up with volunteers.
    "A description when you can copy, radio." Robbie kept his eyes on the spot he had last seen him.
    "Go ahead with your description."
    "Identical to the composite. White male, 40-50, five feet six to seven, one-hundred thirty, black hair, black ball cap, blue zippered jacket, white shirt, black slacks. Last seen running southbound."
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    A sergeant came over the air. "Radio, this is two-Edward, advise south radio, Robert sector to be on the lookout, that's right on the boarder."
    "Copy, two-Edward."
    Robbie handed back the radio to Agent Green.
    "You're that sure it was him?"
    "Positive. We need a damn K9."
    Agent Green keyed the mike. "X-ray 440. Any luck with a K9 unit?"
    "One's being called out from home, X-ray 440. ETA twenty minutes."
    When Robbie heard the lag time he cursed under his breath and began walking back to the car.
    "Taylor!" Agent Skinner shouted in anger, "You need to stay here to start the track!"
    "You stay there. It'll be too late." As he walked back to the car, sirens were heard in all direction as the wild goose chase had begun. Lights whirled and tires screeched as patrol cars descended on the location from all four quadrants. Well, if the press didn't know before, they know something's going on now. Good, Robbie thought bitterly, Good.
    Leaning against the side of the sedan, Robbie rubbed his face as he thought it out carefully. "I know what you look like now, you fucker. I know," he mumbled.
    Another patrol unit went screaming past him. K9 was written on the side in big yellow letters. A German Sheppard was barking its head off in the back seat. Seeing the cop's confusion, Robbie ran to flag him down as he struggled to find the exact alley. While the handler hooked up the agitated 82
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    dog, Robbie jogged to the spot he'd last seen the suspect as the two other agents tried to keep the scent uncontaminated from other pedestrians. The dog went a little crazy sniffing around, but Robbie knew it was too long a gap and it was just an exercise in futility.
    Once they had a few cops to run with the dog handler, Robbie went back to lean on the car and concentrate. That grotesque smirking face burned like a brand on his mind. He fought to try and understand where he might run to. How he would zigzag his way out of the perimeter, pull off his jacket, pull off his shirt...
    "That's it. You clever mother-fucker!" he shouted to himself, startling someone as they walked past. "You have two sets of clothing. When you cover the outer one in blood you pull everything off. You put the bloody clothing on first, then the clean clothing on top and leave. You get home and you burn them. So, today, you stopped and stripped off your top half, put on whatever color you were wearing underneath, pocketed the hat, and off you went, not fitting the clothing description at all, and not leaving a trace of you behind. You smart mother-fucker!"
    He removed his mobile phone from his pocket and hit a button to dial a number he had saved specially. Then shaking his head as he thought about the latest tactic of this murderer, he heard the line connect. "Hey, David. You busy?"
    "Robbie! No. Just doing the laundry and some cleaning.
    You at work?"
    "I saw him."
    "No!"
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    "Yes. We were cruising down South Main and we met eyes.
    The fucker flew down an alley