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And then he realized that Ducote wasn’t fighting anymore.
Molly stood like a statue, staring down at the former ADA of New Orleans.
Who now had a huge hole in his head.
Gabe gaped, unable to form a single word.
“What the fuck?” Burke whispered.
“What did you do?” the officer yelled.
We didn’t do anything, Gabe wanted to yell back. Then saw that the cop wasn’t talking to Burke.
He was talking to Cresswell, who still had his gun pointed at Ducote’s head. The man who’d been Gabe’s father’s boss didn’t look shocked or grim.
He looked relieved.
“He was resisting arrest,” Cresswell said calmly.
The two uniformed officers just stared at him.
A man in a suit ran up to them. “What the hell just happened here?”
It took Gabe a moment to recognize ADA Cardozo. Slowly Gabe rolled off the dead man’s legs. He tried to stand, but his legs were like wet noodles.
Cardozo glared at Burke and Molly. “Why did you kill him?”
Burke opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Molly stepped forward. “We didn’t.” She pointed to Cresswell. “He did.”
The two cops rose, and Gabe had to swallow back the bile that rushed up to burn his throat. The officers were covered in blood and brains. Ducote’s blood and brains.
Do not throw up. Donot throw up. He took a deep breath through his mouth, trying to settle his churning stomach.
“He did,” one of the cops confirmed. “Cresswell shot him.”
“He was resisting arrest,” Cresswell repeated just as calmly as the first time. “He’d already shot and killed Officer McCauley.”
Cardozo blanched. “What?”
“Ducote shot the officer that Captain Holmes assigned to guard us,” Molly said, her voice shaking. “He shot him in the head. His body is on the sidewalk, behind our SUV.”
“Cresswell knew that,” Gabe realized. “He had to have been close enough to see McCauley go down, to hear Burke pronounce him dead. He’s been close by all this time. And he did nothing.”
Cardozo’s lips thinned. “I see.”
Cresswell merely lifted his chin and said nothing.
“Where’s André?” Burke asked abruptly, looking around.
“He’s coming,” Cardozo said. “Mr. Ducote here shot him twice in the chest, but he had a vest on.” He spun and stalked over to Cresswell. “We need to talk, Cresswell.”
Cresswell holstered his gun and shrugged. “Fine. He was resisting arrest and officers were in danger.”
Cardozo looked at the two cops. Both were shaking their heads.
“Where’s Mrs. Nelson?” Cardozo asked, looking around.
And Gabe remembered the older woman. Oh shit.
