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He slumped against the SUV’s fender and let the rain wash over him.
Despite their escape Devine had one thing to be happy about.
I’m alive.
CHAPTER
29
DEVINE SAT ON THE FRONTsteps of a place where three men lay dead inside.
He was listening to the sounds of someone vomiting into the scraggly bushes on the right side of the old shack.
Sergeant Wendy Fuss came into view, wiping at her mouth and looking wretched.
“Jesus, Devine,” she said, spitting onto the ground and looking at his clothes that were soaked with the blood of other men.
Harper came out of the front door, snapped off his nitrile gloves, and glowered down at Devine.
“How in the hell did you get outtathat?”
“You can thank the United States Army.”
Harper glanced at the house. “I think I need to call in the county and state police on this. It’s out of my jurisdiction.”
“Feel free.”
“And you gonna contact your folks?” he added. “I mean, those bodies, they sort of look...well,federal.”
“Already done and they’re on their way.”
“So we should just seal this thing off then and wait for folks to show up?”
“That’s what I would do,” said Devine. “And I need a ride back to town.”
“We’ll need your statement,” said Fuss, wrinkling her nose as she rubbed her belly.
“I can do it back in town.”
Harper said quickly, “I’ll run you back. Wendy, you stay here on guard till the people show up.”
Fuss looked like that was the last thing on earth she wanted to do, but the woman gamely nodded and said, “Sure, okay, Chief.”
“I’ll radio the county and state folks right now and let them know what’s what,” said Harper as he hurried over to his cruiser.
Fuss moved closer to Devine and looked up at him. “Did youreallykill all those men?”
“If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you.”
“It was a damn miracle.”
“No, it wasn’t. It was slow training, deep practice, and fast execution.”
“Well, you sure as hellexecutedthem.”
Devine really wasn’t listening now. He was thinking ahead, leaping from one possibility to the next:Is this related to my investigation of Jenny Silkwell? Is whoever fired at me through the window also involved in this?
Or does it have nothing to do with Silkwell? And everything to do with me?
