There were two possibilities. One, that the guy had run. That would make perfect sense. He probably had the ability to change identities and the resources to go wherever he wanted.

Two, that he was waiting for us to come after him. That he enjoyed the challenge. That's the one I was hoping for.

Buddy and I got a hotel room directly across from the guy's apartment and watched for the better part of a day. There was nothing to see. As the sun went down we talked tactics.

There was a knock at the door. I looked at Buddy. He shrugged and drew his gun. I stood at the...