He could feel her fleeing.
I'll show her now, he thought with savage satisfaction.
Wait'll I catch you!
There'll be no nonsense about privacy this time! he promised himself. I'll kill her where ever I find her. Forential may not like it as well as—to hell with Forential!
Outside the hotel, in the crisp, fresh night air, Walt plunged into the crowd emptying from a theater, whose marquee, "Junkeroo", flashed lonesomely above the sidewalk.
I'll need a car to overtake her, he thought.
He remembered back to his first ride. I can operate one, he thought, if I can start it. It's easy.
Julia lies in that direction. I'll catch her in no time.
He heard a car door open behind him.