Mac Taylor was going through a sewer tunnel after a suspect. The woman had gotten down into the sewer and now, there were no signs of her except the ripples in the nasty water in the center of the tunnel. Mac was trying to avoid stepping in that by walking on the side. The suspect, Virginia Chasity, had killed her husband. Mac had been in the restaurant when she walked in and shot him. Maurice Chasity had been working at the counter. Virginia had just shot him at point blank range. Mac had sprung into action, but it was too late. He had chased her down an alley, and somehow she got down into the sewer before he could get to her. He was shocked that she had killed Maurice. Mac had been going to that restaurant a long time, and he knew Maurice. That was how he knew the woman's name.
Now, Mac was walking carefully down the tunnel. He knew she had to be down here. He had not had time to call for backup, but he was on lunch break, so he had his weapon with him. He ignored the smell of the sewer to keep his mind on the task at hand. He wondered how Virginia knew where she was going down here. He had heard of communities down here and even that people had parties down here at times. He supposed they wanted to hide from the law so they could drink and do drugs without anyone caring. Mac hoped he didn't run into anything like that. It was evening, after all, and Friday.
Mac kept going until he came to an old subway station. He looked around the corner, and sure enough, there was a party going on in there. Mac thought there must be fifty people or more in there. He could see plenty of alcohol being served in there, but no one seemed to be doing anything obscene…at least, not yet. He put his weapon away and put his badge in his pocket. He walked into the party as though he knew where he was going.
"Hi, Sugar," a woman said, as she walked up to Mac and put her arms around his neck.
Mac was surprised that she kissed him as though she knew him. "Hi," he said.
"You here alone?"
"Yes. This is my first time here."
"I'll make it memorable."
Mac let her kiss him again so he wouldn't be suspicious, but he wanted away from this woman. She smelled like alcohol. "Come on, Baby," she said, and pulled Mac over to the party.
"Do you always pick up men like this?" Mac asked.
"I do when they're as handsome as you."
Mac looked around at all the people. They were dancing, drinking and some were doing other things now. Mac wished he had just stayed hidden now. He scanned the people trying to find Virginia Chasity. "I'm Cindy," the woman beside him said. "Here, have a drink."
"No thanks," Mac said. "I'm looking for someone."
"Who? Not another woman."
"Yes. I'm looking for a woman named Virginia Chasity."
"Never heard of her, but if you like threesomes, I don't mind."
"No. I'm not here to find a date."
Cindy rubbed his arm. "Oh, come on. A man as handsome as you must need a woman."
Mac didn't see Virginia anywhere. "Excuse me," he said, trying to get away from Cindy.
"Oh, don't go off and leave me."
"I have to find her."
Mac walked on, making his way through the crowd. Suddenly, a man grabbed Mac's arm and jerked him around. Mac looked up at him. He thought the guy must be at least 6'4" and had the build to go with it. "You can't have a weapon in here," the man said.
Mac stared at him a moment. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm part of the security. Give me your weapon."
"I can't do that."
"You will, or you'll leave."
"I'm looking for a woman named Virginia Chasity. She came in here after killing her husband. If you're with security, you should want to help me find her. I'm Detective Mac Taylor. She has red hair and is about five-three."
"Do you know how many women there are in here who could fit that description? How did you get in here anyway? We're not doing anything illegal."
Mac looked at him a moment. "You're kidding, right?"
"Come on. We're not hurting anybody."
"You get all these people drunk and they all get out on the streets, what's going to happen then?"
"They don't usually go out on the streets. They stay down here till morning most of the time."
"I need to find that woman. If she came in here, she had a weapon too, and she's already killed one person."
The guard looked around the room. "I did see a woman come in about ten minutes ago," he said.
"That could have been her. Where did she go?"
"I don't know."
"Is there another way out of here?"
"Of course. This is an old subway station."
Mac sighed. "Thanks."
The guard looked at Mac. "Thanks for not busting up our party," he said.
"If I weren't after a murderer, I might. You know there are drugs going on here."
"We try to keep it down."
"Trying doesn't work."
"We're just having fun."
Mac nodded. "Just keep it down here," he said. He went on through the crowd and found another way out, which led into the main terminal of the old subway station. There was even an old subway car in there. Mac got his weapon ready and eased over to the car to get a look inside. He didn't see anyone in there. He knew Virginia could be anywhere. She had probably been escaping all that time he was in that party. He walked on across the terminal. Just as he was about to go up the stairs, a bullet whizzed by his head.
Mac ducked behind a pillar. "Give up, Virginia!" he said. "You can't get away with killing your husband!"
"What do you know!" she asked.
"I know you stood there and killed him in cold blood!"
"I wasn't going to take it anymore!"
Mac heard running feet. He looked around the pillar and another bullet whizzed by him. He listened while she got a little further away, and then he went after her. Soon, they were in the sewer tunnel again. Mac could hear Virginia splashing through the water. He didn't know where he was down here. He wondered if Virginia knew where she was…or maybe she didn't care.
Mac came to another turn in the tunnel. He stopped to listen and he heard what sounded like the manhole cover moving. He went around the corner and saw Virginia at the top of the ladder down the tunnel. She was climbing out. "Virginia!" Mac yelled. She stopped long enough to shoot at him again.
Mac avoided the bullet and went that way. Virginia climbed out and put the manhole cover back. Mac ran to the ladder and climbed up. He realized she could be waiting for him though. She could blow his brains out when he stuck his head out. Mac kept his weapon ready and pushed the cover with his other hand. When he got the cover off, it was dark outside. He looked out and didn't see anyone. He carefully stuck his head up to see whether there was anyone there, but there was no one.
Mac climbed out and put the cover back. He looked around the alley, but there was no sign of anyone. She had escaped. Mac got his phone and called Don Flack. "She got away," Mac said.
"It's a real mess over here at this restaurant," Don said.
"I know. She shot him at point blank range right there at the counter in front of all those people."
"I need you to come back and give me a statement."
"I will. I have to figure out where I am first. I followed Virginia through the sewer and now I'm in an alley. She obviously knew where she was going or she just went the quickest route."
"Quickest route probably."
Mac got a cab and went back to the restaurant. There were people standing around everywhere outside, even though it was freezing cold. Some were crying, some were just standing and staring. Mac knew they had witnessed a murder, and they most likely had never seen anything like it before. Mac went inside where Don was. The ME was already taking the body out in a body bag. Mac looked behind the counter. It was a horror scene. Virginia had shot Maurice in the head. "Virginia killed him," Mac said. "I saw her do it."
"Why did she do something like this?" Don asked.
"All she said to me was that she wasn't going to take it anymore. I don't know what that meant."
"Something we all didn't know about?"
"You never know what all is going on. All we know now is that she's in the wind."
"I'll get an APB out. Somebody will see her."
Mac looked around the restaurant. He knew it would never be the same now that Maurice was gone. He wanted to find Virginia and hear her explanation as to why she killed him. Mac couldn't think of any reason why she would do something like that. They had always seemed happy together. He had never seen them argue. Virginia even worked in the restaurant part of the time. She had always greeted the customers and knew lots of them by name. Obviously there was something going on that no one knew about.