Excerpt: Breathe - Jace Winters Book One

Breathe, just breathe. My feet slapped the concrete. One running step after another while I focused on the long silver braid running down Marcus Pynchon’s back. Pain shot up my shin when the arch of my foot hit a lump in the pavement. For a second I had to fight to keep going, but with Gideon in the car trying to trap Pynchon between us, I didn’t have a choice. I had to stay on my feet.

“Shit.” He darted between a Dumpster at the back of the El Cortez and was heading for Fremont Street. If he got into the Experience crowd, I’d lose him for sure. “Gideon, he’s heading for the Experience.”

“I’ll come in from the other end, Jace. Called in for back up.” Of course he did, that’s what good partners do.

I should have caught Pynchon by now. I run five miles a day on the track at UNLV before heading into work, where I do another workout with the other cops. This gray haired old man should not be leaving me in the dust. He must have guzzled half a dozen energy drinks with a handful of speed after he escaped.

The air was hot and heavy as lead. Humidity made my shirt stick to my chest, and I could feel the sweat running down my back under my jacket along the shoulder rig that held my gun in place. My badge reflecting the neon lights as I followed the serial killer onto the Fremont Mall.