“He was across the street visiting his girlfriend. The car we’re looking for is a light-colored sedan. He has a green truck-like SUV. She was waving at him.”
Ethan relaxed, marginally.
“Uh, I’m right here,” Dannie said. “Maybe trust the police?”
They both laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Yeah, they had bad news for this guy. Trusting the police was the first way to get your ass handed to you.
Trusting the government was the second.
Trust was earned.
But paranoia saved your ass.
Every.
Single.
Time.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Not Far Away
The Second Part
Of The Plan
That should buy some time.
Already, the news was reporting a fatality at the scene of the shooting, and all he could hope was it would be one of the Feds who were assigned to this case.
When he saw the media reporting on it, he was compelled to go watch them.
It was just too perfect when he began walking down the street. That little voice in his head took over, and before he knew it, he made a gun appear.
In his defense, it was in the car he stole.
His initial intent had been to run the man down, but since there was a gun…
Well, why not use it?
Now, he was blocks away, and couldn’t remember how he got to this location.
He was still in the vehicle, and the gun was on the seat beside him.
“I don’t like this,” he whispered.
Well, the person in control didn’t care.
“Think about what happened. Think about how these women deserve what they did. They ruined your life. They stole from you. They are whores!”
He sat there.
