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running toward the gas canopy, firing as they went. They had black balaclavas pulled over their heads.
    Two were short-boys, if the height was any indication. A larger person — huge — was in the first position. Was that the gang's leader? Ellie's killer. It had to be him, didn't it? I wanted to get the bastard, no matter what else happened tonight.
    Innocent people ran screaming away from their cars and semis. There was too much confusion for us to fire, A woman in a red parka and baseball cap went down, clutching her stomach. The large man shot her a second time! Was he crazy?
    Then he plucked the gas nozzle out of her SUV. He definitely was mad. He locked it in the on position, then left the gas running on the ground.
    Then he stepped over to the next car in line and did the same thing.
    His team of boys was getting clear of the area, running and shouting as if this were some kind of out-of-control sports match. His pistol was pointed at the pooling gas, and that was all the warning I needed.
    "Hold fire! Hold fire!" I yelled, then pulled up short of the pumps. "Bree, take Brighton. Go around the other side. Nicolo, get somebody to shut those things off."
    The large man held a third nozzle in his hand now, just letting the gasoline flow onto the pavement. I could smell the vapors, even at this distance.
    What the hell was he thinking?
    "Just put it down. Walk away!" I shouted. "We won't fire on you."
    He didn't move, just stared back at me. No fear in him. A second later, someone shouted behind him. Then came three short blasts of a car horn.
    Finally he did what I'd asked. He kept his gun pointed my way, but set the gas nozzle down. He backed away slowly, moving out of the light of the canopy.
    We were clear — he was leaving!
    Then several shots were fired out of the darkness. It was him — the bastard!
    A wall of flame burst from the concrete. It almost seemed like a magic trick. In seconds, the forecourt was burning, flames licking under and around the empty cars.
    A white Corolla went up first. It exploded right where the large male had been standing a few seconds ago. Then a black pickup on the other side of the pumps caught fire.
    "Clear! Clear! Clear! Clear!" I was shouting and waving both arms over my head, trying to get everybody, civilians and police, away from there.
    That's when the first pump head blew.
    And then — Armageddon in Virginia.

Chapter 18
    T HE PLAZA WITH its lines of gas pumps exploded from underneath, the pavement rising like a carpet being rolled. Flames shot at least eighty feet into the air, a ball of bright yellow and orange, followed by a heavy black coat of smoke. Burning vehicles rolled around like toy cars; truckers and families fled screaming from the restaurant, where the fire had already spread and with it the panic.
    I was running as close to the blast site as I could. Heat singed my face, my eyes, and my hearing felt like it was half gone.
    Up ahead I could see two SUVs speeding out toward Route 50. They were getting away!
    I spotted Bree coming around from the far side of the building and breathed a sigh of relief. She was all right. She ran toward my car and so did I.
    I got in the car and punched it up to ninety in a hurry.
    For a few uneasy seconds, there was nothing ahead of us, nothing I could see.
    "There!" Bree pointed at the two SUVs. They must have spotted us because just then they peeled off from each other.
    The first Land Cruiser went left. The second SUV turned right. I followed the lead vehicle, hoping I had made the right choice.

Chapter 19
    I BARRELED DOWN a dark two-lane road, gaining ground quickly on the Land Cruiser. A deep drainage culvert curled along our left side. I came up on the Cruiser's taillights, and the driver appeared to panic. Suddenly it flared to the right, then cut back nearly ninety degrees without slowing. Then the Land Cruiser flew straight toward the ditch.
    For a second I thought he'd make it across. The Land Cruiser had air under