A serial killer is loose amid the 1984 Dallas nightclub scene. A weekend bouncer finds himself in the middle of solving the mystery after a girlfriend of his is killed at his club.
Instead of running straight for the guy, Nick cut right and ran toward the far end of the first building. He knew the terrain fairly well and saw that the parking lot veered to the right. Huffing and puffing—with lungs aching from the cold air—Nick spotted the guy just as he rounded the corner of the first building and sprinted toward the parking lot.
Nick’s shoes hit the parking lot seconds later. He was on the guy’s tail--some fifty feet behind him. The guy knew he was still behind him, too, as the rapid clopping of Nick’s street shoes echoed in the parking lot. Nick chased the guy around another bend in the parking lot in front of a second building of the large apartment complex. His lungs were on fire but his strong will to catch the guy kept his legs churning. Nick was gaining on him as the guy was rapidly growing more fatigued—hunkered over as he ran as he gasped for air.
The guy made a quick left toward a building on the opposite side of the lot. He clumsily hopped a fence near a swimming pool and tripped over a lounge chair. The guy tried to stand but fell over one of the chairs. It took him half a minute to get to his feet. Just as he stood up and started to make a run for it, Nick hopped off the top of the fence, dove through the air and tackled him; and they both went splashing into the shallow end of the pool.
Nick closed his eyes as he crashed into the cold water and sank to the bottom. His pants and tuxedo ballooned up amid a swarm of bubbles as his shoes scampered across the pool’s slippery bottom. Nick was the first to gain his footing. He hit the guy in the jaw as soon as his tall form surfaced. The guy went plunging back into the water. Nick had his hand cocked back again when the guy stood back up, water spraying from his mouth, and shouted, “What the hell are you doing?”
“It’s all because of you,” some girl yelled at him. “She’s dead . . . because of you . . .”
“. . . Came back to tell you . . .”
“Getting divorced . . . All because of you . . . .”