You're poised to run. You've got time and stealth on your side. Time favors runners. Their tracks dissapear. You can't tell how they hid before they vanished. You don't want me to know. Your secret life was designed to shut certain men out. You ran from men and to men and cut yourself down to nothing. You possessed runner's guile and wore runner's camouflage. Your runner's passion killed you. You can't run from me. I ran from you for too long. This is where I force a runner's confrontation. It's our time now.
[James Ellroy, My Dark Places, Arrow, 1997, p. 204] Rui