The man had shaggy brown hair and a square jaw covered in a thick beard. “He definitely looks familiar, but I can’t place him.”
Detective Jacobs tapped a few more times and showed her another picture. “Now?”
The man in this picture had the same eyes and square jaw, but he was clean shaven with shorter hair. Electricity hummed through her. “I know him. I mean, I don’t know him personally. He’s one of the men that attacked me at Reid’s.”
“I don’t recall another report of an attack on you.”
“We had gone to attend Joe’s funeral. Well, Reid attended the funeral. I didn’t. A couple of guys broke in and tried to take JJ.” She felt the hollow of her neck. It had been red but hadn’t bruised.
Detective Jacobs took some notes. “Okay. Did you file a police report?”
She nodded.
“Had you ever seen him before being attacked?”
“Yes. I’ve seen his picture.”
“Where did you see the picture?”
“Joe had it.” He’d been in a few of the bank photographs.
The detective quirked an eyebrow. “I thought you hadn’t seen Joe in years.”
“I haven’t. But Reid and I found a thumb drive in Joe’s office with pictures on it. He was in a few of them.”
“A thumb drive?”
She nodded.
“Momma!” JJ burst through the door and raced to her bedside.
“Hey, buddy. Did you get enough to eat?” She gave him a quick hug.
“I did. We brought you a chicken sandwich.” JJ turned to Reid, who was standing in the doorway, holding a to-go container.
Detective Jacobs stood and stuck out his hand. “Mr. Lucas.”
Reid shook it, came into the room, closed the door, and leaned against the wall. Detective Jacobs took his seat again while JJ climbed onto the bed and cuddled up to her.
“Ms. Matthews was telling me about a thumb drive you found.”
Reid nodded.
“It would appear that our shooter’s picture is on that.” Detective Jacobs showed Reid the clean-shaven picture of the shooter.
“He’s on there all right.”
“Okay. Tell me what’s going on.”
Quinn lay in the bed, stroking JJ’s hair, as Reid explained what had happened since they left town.
“I’m going to need that thumb drive and Andrew Montilio’s phone number.”
Reid stuck his hands in his pockets. “The thumb drive is at the cabin. I can bring it to the station sometime tomorrow.” He pulled out his cell phone and gave Detective Jacobs the phone number.
“I’ll be waiting. In the meantime, I’ll pull the robbery file and give this Mr. Montilio a call.” He said goodbye and saw himself out.
The nurse came in a few minutes later with discharge papers, prescriptions, and crutches. They wouldn’t let her use them. Instead, they insisted that she be taken to the exit in a wheelchair. A taxi sat idling at the curb.
