He was hot and in pain. He had forced himself, with great discomfort, to get upstairs and be in place to follow the girl. Pain was a fitting punishment for letting her get away. The place just below his ribs where the tiny blade had penetrated was burning. It was little more than a flesh wound, he calculated. She hadn’t twisted the blade, just stabbed with it. It was hardly a wound at all. He would treat it himself later, but first he had to discover where she would run to. He watched her on his android phone as she drove out of the car park, taking a route that, while out of site of the campus cameras, would bring her past the entrance to the lab. It was the fastest route to the rest of the world that she could take. Going left would have been smarter – it would have been harder for him to find and catch the little blue Ford Focus. Instead she was going to drive straight past him and he would follow her wherever she went. The blue Focus flicked by, followed by a white van. Renton pulled out behind it and fell back a little so he could see the faintest glimpse of the girl’s car.
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