The shooters escaped.
So did Kane.
But we have three boxes of records.
Sheriff Tate isn't letting Hampton within ten feet of them.
Hampton isn't happy.
I consider that a benefit.
We gather around the hood of Tate’s SUV.
Captain Miller has been transported to the sheriff’s department under guard.
Parker is stable at the hospital.
Trigger continues insisting his head is fine.
No one believes him.
Sheriff Tate opens the first rescued box.
“Before anyone touches anything, photographs.”
I pull out my phone.
Hampton reaches toward a folder.
Tate slaps his hand.
Hampton stares at him.
“Did you just slap me?”
“Yes.”
“I'm fifty-three years old.”
“Then you're old enough to follow instructions.”
Wolf turns away.
Trigger doesn't.
He laughs directly in Hampton’s face.
Hampton looks at Doc.
“Are they always like this?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you come back?”
Doc looks at me.
My pulse jumps.