Three minutes. Swanson estimated the murderer would lose himself in that time.
The city’s Asian street market was a clot of shoppers and vendors. If the murderer slid down an arterial street, he’d escape.
The sidewalks were less crowded and navigable, but Swanson knew the murderer would likely avoid them. The detective began hustling down the sidewalk, eyes scanning the crowd, but stopped on noticing the fire escapes above him. He could view the entire crowd from there and locate his target. Swanson pushed past a man talking on a mobile phone and raced up a flight of concrete steps.
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