The old Lincoln bucked once and then took off. “I had nothing to do with the drugstore. I used the drive-through to pick up Millie’s pills. I didn’t go in, so that blows your theory of the bombs being connected to me.”

Ketch braced his hand against the dash, but his voice was calm. “You didn’t see security because Bull sleeps in the break room most of his shift. The nurses’ aides claim he eats their lunches.”

“How do you know?”

“About the lunches or about Bull?”

“About Bull!” Hank yelled as the pharmacy came into sight.

Ketch laughed. “Captain, you’re sounding more like a cop every minute I’m around you. I can’t believe I thought you were a nurse to the librarian when we first met.”

Hank turned a corner on three wheels.

“You must be a time traveler, Hank, or living multiple lives, because you don’t seem to be putting much care in this one.”

“Tell me about Bull Wills.”

“I didn’t say his name was Wills, but you guessed right. My lab partner is his little brother. Wynn claims his dad keeps threatening to saw off Bull’s branch of the family tree. Says Bull is too dumb to remember to breathe.”

“It’s been years, but I remember him from high school.” Hank slowed. “Bull was a year or two younger than me, but he was big and played football. He’d get high before a game and start tackling his own teammates.” Hank barked a laugh. “If he’s still doing drugs, what brain he had is probably mush.”

Ketch nodded. “That pretty much describes Bull. His dad gets him a job and Bull loses it before the year’s out. Being security for a ten-bed hospital is going great, I hear. Four months and he’s not fired yet.”

Hank swore as he pulled to a stop. “And he’s the one watching the hospital crime scene?”

“Yep.”

They climbed out of the Lincoln across the street from the pharmacy. Pecos’s cruiser was already there. “If this bomb isn’t live we’ll bag it as fast as we can, then head for the hospital.”

Ketch nodded. “You want me to keep the crowd back?” Four people were standing at the corner. One was peeking into the alley as if making sure the bomb was still there.

“Tell Pecos to make notes of everyone standing around. Our bomber may be watching nearby.”

Pecos was already keeping everyone away from a pipe bomb resting on the third step of the stairway to what looked like an apartment entrance above the drugstore.