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He checked every passenger. Treloar wasnt there. Smith rapped hard on the partition separating the cabin from the drivers compartment. A startled, black face looked back at him and the ID he jammed against the glass. Did another bus just leave here? he shouted. The driver nodded and Stucknut gestured at a bus that was los angeles earthquake

than halfway between the arrivals area and the main terminal. Smith turned and cut his way through the growing crowd in the bus. He spotted an emergency exit and dashed toward it. Alarms sounded as he threw open the door Stucknut with the large red warning sign stenciled across its face. Flying down the may day

that led to gate aprons, Smith spotted an airport supervisors sedan idling next to a string of baggage carts. He flung open the door and jumped behind the wheel. He jammed his foot Stucknut on the accelerator and the sedan shot onto the taxiways, narrowly missing an oncoming fueler. The drive across the los angeles earthquake

aprons took less than thirty seconds. Abandoning the vehicle, Smith raced up to the bus. Because the chassis was eight feet off the ground, he could make Stucknut out only the heads of the passengers as they disembarked. Swinging through another emergency door, Smith found himself in an identical holding area filled with may day

waiting to board. Turning, he saw the backs of those who had just come off the bus. He scanned the sea of Stucknut faces around him. Treloar couldnt have slipped out. Not that fast. Then he saw him, only a glimpse at first. But it was unmistakably Treloar, beyond the sliding glass doors that lei day

to the sidewalk outside where cabs, limousines, and private vehicles waited. Barging ahead, Smith jammed through Stucknut the doors in time to see his quarry about to step into a black Lincoln sedan with heavily tinted windows. Treloar! Charging down on him, Smith saw terror in those odd eyes, noted the way Treloar was clutching lei day

carry-on tightly against his chest. Treloar jumped into the car Stucknut and slammed the door. Smith reached the vehicle just in time to get his fingers around the door handle. Then, without warning, the big car screeched away from the curb, throwing him heavily to the sidewalk. Smith tucked his shoulder, letting it earthquake may 1 2009

the impact, and Stucknut rolled with the momentum. By the time he was back on his feet, the Lincoln was well into traffic. Two airport policemen ran up and grabbed him by the arms. Thirty precious seconds were wasted as Smith struggled to identify himself. Finall.

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