Night Prey

cut, trying to play in the quickly closing darkness. The crew cut missed a two-foot putt, Lucas shook his head, and Koop moved on.
    Ten minutes later, he was on I-35, heading north. Through the Minneapolis loop—and then, like a satellite in a degrading orbit, watched as he was slowly pulled back toward Jensen’s apartment.
    “He’s headed in,” Lucas said. “I’m breaking off, I’ll beat him there. If he changes direction, let me know.”
    He ran the backstreets, Connell calling Jensen on the cellular phone. A minute later they rolled into Jensen’s parking garage, dumped the car.
    “Where is he?” Lucas asked the radio.
    “He’s coming,” Greave answered. Greave was riding the van. “I think he’s looking for a parking place.”
    “Let’s get set up, gang,” Lucas said. Then the elevator came, and he and Connell rode up.
    Jensen met them at the door. “He’s coming?”
    “Maybe,” Lucas said, stepping past her. “He’s just outside.”
    “He’s coming,” Connell said. “I can feel him. He’s coming.”

33
    FROM THE MOMENT he’d left the jail, Koop had been consumed by his hunger for the woman.
    Couldn’t think of anything else.
    Worked out, muscles still sore from jail, until he was loose again. Took a shower, thought about Jensen.
    Went for a run in Braemar Park, up and over the hills. Went to an Arby’s, ordered a sandwich, wandered away without it. The counter girl had to catch him in the parking lot. Thinking about Sara Jensen.
    Then, in the elevator, he was crowded against the back of some big dude in an expensive suit, and Sara stood just in front of him. Halfway up, she stepped back and gave him another butt-rub. Yes.
    She knew about him, all right.
    This was the second time.
    No mistake.
    Koop drove the Cities, barely aware of the road, and found himself, just after dark, coming up to Sara Jensen’s apartment house. He walked across the street and looked up. Frowned. The light wasn’t quite right. She’d pulled one of the drapes in the bedroom at least partway.
    Koop felt a pulse of danger: had they figured out the roof? Were they waiting up there? But if they had, she’d never have pulled the drapes. They’d leave everything alone.
    No matter.
    He’d go up anyway. . . .
     
     
     
    “H E ’ S INSIDE,” GREAVE called. “He had a key.” Greave was still on the street, with the van. Del and Sloan had taken the elevators up as soon as it appeared that Koop was looking for parking. Sloan would wait at another apartment. Del was on his way to the roof.
    “He did that couple, the woman across the street. To get the guy’s keys,” Connell said. “For sure.”
    Lucas said, “Yes.”
    Connell was sitting on the kitchen floor, below the counter. Lucas was in the hallway between the living room and Jensen’s bedroom. Jensen was sitting on her bed. She’d partially pulled the drapes in her bedroom, so there was a two-foot-wide slit in them. Lucas had objected: “We should leave things the way they were.”
    “Wrong,” she’d said. “I know what I’m doing.”
    She sounded so sure of herself that he let it go. Now he stood up and stepped toward her room. “Cameras,” he said. “Action.”
    She stood up. She was wearing a white terry-cloth bathrobe, and showed bare legs and feet. “I’m set,” she said. “Tell me what he’s doing when you get it from Del.”
    “Sure. Don’t look at me when I’m talking. Just keep reading.”
    They’d decided that she’d be reading in bed. Koop would be able to see most of her through the slot in the drapes. She picked up copies of the Wall Street Journal and Investor’s Daily , spread them around, and dropped on the bed. “I’m a little jumpy.”
    “Remember: when I say get out, you don’t do a thing but get,” Lucas said.
    They had an apartment down the hall, an older woman recommended by the manager. She’d agreed to let them use her apartment as long as she could be around for the action. Lucas had been unhappy, but she’d been firm, and he had finally given in. The woman was there now, opening the door for Sloan. Greave and the van waited on the street, with two more guys from intelligence.
    When Koop entered Jensen’s building—if he did—Greave and his partners would turn off the elevators from the main-floor control box, and seal the stairs. At the same time, Jensen would go to the woman’s apartment, with Sloan, for safekeeping. Del would come off the roof, down the stairs, step into a maintenance