บท 117: Nature Or Nurture (3)

He could switch cars and go on the run. Once on the other side of the country, he could create a new identity for himself and start a new life or even try moving abroad. In time he could resume killing. There were many attractive young women in Japan.

On the other hand, if he went through with the plan he had in mind, there would be no possibility of escape. He was certain to die.

But the bitch would die first.

Which mattered more to him? Ending her life— or preserving his own?

He considered the question carefully, and then, with full understanding of the consequences, he made his choice.

Parking at a curb. Jaen Songok unlocked the other handcuff, then ran to a pay phone, feeling terribly conspicuous in his blue overalls and prison greys. He leafed hurriedly through the directory hanging by the wire cord from the sheet-metal shelf. It took him less than thirty seconds to find the listing in the White Pages.