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“Because he doesn’t have the guts to say what he’s really doing. He’s running,” Connell said. “Running from what he did in Westboro.”
Upon hearing the name of the community that had won infamy in an afternoon, Emory gasped. “Westboro?”
Hayes looked at her sharply, his face a mask, his eyes cold.
Appalled, she backed away from him. “Westboro was your shooting?”
All along, her mind had refused to accept that he was connected to any mass shooting. She had certainly never attached him to Westboro, not even when Virginia had been referenced. She looked from him to Connell to various spots in the room, as she collected the scattered facts she remembered about the act of wanton violence. She stopped on Connell, silently imploring him to deny it.
But his eyes were on Hayes, watching him closely. “An angry and bitter young man walked into his place of employment with an automatic rifle and plenty of ammunition. He took up a position that gave him good cover, and calmly and methodically began picking people off.”
The images he evoked caused Emory to shudder. She, like most everyone in the nation, had watched the live television coverage as the horrifying drama unfolded. People running for their lives. Bodies lying in pools of blood. Anxious loved ones awaiting word on who had died and who had miraculously been spared, then, in the aftermath, grieving and celebrating in equal measure as names of the casualties were released.
“The melee lasted for almost two hours,” Connell continued. “Which was an eternity for those hunkered down, wondering if one of his bullets would find them. Some used their cell phones to call loved ones, made their peace, said good-bye.”
She backed into a chair near the window and sat down, rubbing her forehead as though to smudge the terrible images and make them easier to bear. Then, “Wait a minute.” She lowered her hand and with puzzlement looked first at Hayes, whose expression remained inscrutable, then at Connell. “I thought… Wasn’t…wasn’t the shooter killed at the scene?”
Connell nodded, then tipped his head toward Hayes. “Bannock took him out.”
Chapter 37
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sp; Jack Connell worked his jaw horizontally back and forth as he pulled himself onto the edge of the bed and sat. He shot Hayes a baleful look. “That hurt.”
“Meant for it to. Your visit upset Rebecca.”
“It upset me, too,” Jack grumbled. “Was she lying, or could she have made it easy and told me where you were?”
“She’s never known where I was. All your sleuthing was wasted.”
“Not completely. I had the pleasure of her company for fifteen minutes or so. I haven’t had that much fun since I walked bare-assed through a pit of vipers.”
Hayes knew he was expected to smile. He didn’t.
“Have you seen her new hairdo? Wicked. Suits her perfectly.”
“Just so you know, Jack, this isn’t a make-nice reunion. When this mess is over, everything goes right back to the way it’s been.”
“You’ll take off.”
“Right.”
“Huh. I thought maybe you had come to your senses and would want to stay put.” Connell looked over at Emory, his implication unmistakable.
“I split as soon as I see her husband behind bars.”
“Her husband? What did he do?”
“He left her for dead.”
Connell took a moment to gauge Hayes’s seriousness. “You’re not joking.”
“Would I joke about that?”
“You wouldn’t. You rarely joke, period,” Jack said, making a face. “Start at the beginning.”
“I was hiking up on a ridge the day Emory went missing. I spotted her through my binoculars. Got curious.”
