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“Talk? Go on record with what he told us last night?” He negated that with a shake of his head. “He may surrender his badge and retire. But he’ll cite declining health or wanting more leisure time. He won’t undo forty years of law enforcement by admitting to…what? What malfeasance? Keeping a close eye on an American hero? He’ll be admired, not indicted.”
“Why are you being so obtuse?”
“Not obtuse, Kerra. Realistic.”
“Well, here’s a piece of reality for you. Somebody tried to kill me and The Major last Sunday.”
“Whoever they are, they’ll either be captured or not, but they’ll never be connected to Wilcox.”
“But the sheriff knew about the threat to us and did nothing.”
“His word against mine on that. And, don’t forget, I’m the spinner of tall tales and conspiracy theories.”
“I was there, too. With everything I’ve heard this week, I can break this story wide open.”
“Without corroboration?”
“You would corroborate it.”
“Hell I would. I don’t talk to the media.”
“Fine. I don’t need you. Hank Addison was witness to his father’s confessions.”
“Hank would love nothing better than to see me brought to heel and humiliated. He’ll either develop amnesia or say that I bullied Glenn into making false confessions while he was drunk and stoned on antidepressants. Who knows? Maybe I did, and his confessions were
false.”
“You’re going to let Leslie Duncan be convicted for a crime he didn’t commit?”
“Maybe he did commit it. Maybe all my intuitions are just wrong. Anyway, he’s a lowlife and not my problem.”
After checking to see that he had all his belongings, he left the bedroom. Kerra caught up with him in the living room as he was pulling on his coat. She reached out for his arm, managed to catch only his sleeve but hung on tight.
“I know you, Trapper,” she said. “You won’t be able to let it go.”
“Watch me.”
“The people trying to overtake Wilcox—”
“Maybe there were none.”
“Somebody killed his daughter.”
“Or did she shoot up and die of an accidental overdose? Maybe Wilcox came to my office to see if he could find what I had on him, and everything he told us was pure fabrication for his own amusement.”
“You don’t believe that. I don’t believe that. I think everything he told us was the truth.”
“Prove it.”
Her lips parted, but there were no words to speak.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Trapper pulled his sleeve from her grip and opened the door.
“What am I supposed to do with this information?” she asked. “Forget I ever heard it?”
“Do whatever you want. I don’t recommend that you run with it. If you reported it without any corroboration, you could lose all credibility, and then where would you be? Fucked. Like me.” He looked her over. “Although that part of this misadventure wasn’t too bad.”
He went out and closed the door behind him.
