Chapters (46)
- COVER PAGE
- PRAISE
- DEDICATION
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- SNEAK PEEK: EXIT .45
‘Right. So you’re probably looking for an AR-15. He was firing full-auto, which as I understand it is illegal in this state, so I don’t know—maybe he got cold feet and hid the weapon. Or got cold feet once Delroy started shooting people.’
It didn’t explain why he’d then picked up a ten-gauge pump-action Ithaca, but at least they seemed to be thinking it over.
Vincent said, ‘Am I under arrest?’
McAllen said, ‘No. Unless there’s something you want to add?’
‘Not right now. I was hoping we could pick this up tomorrow.’
McAllen said, ‘There’s still a lot to cover.’
‘I’m sure there is. But I’ll tell you now, I’m not going to talk all night. If you’re going to keep me in here, fine. But I won’t be doing any talking.’
That seemed to require some deliberation. They left him in the interview room for another twenty minutes, and then McAllen came in and told him to be back at eight am.
The desk sergeant called Vincent a cab, and he stood out front of the station to wait. It was dark out now, a dull light the colour of last embers in the hills east of town. Smoke on the breeze.
The Range Rover had been removed from the hospital parking lot for forensic analysis, but Tanner’s stab vest and the coat Vincent had taken from the trunk were still bundled by Vincent’s chair in the emergency-room waiting area. He picked them up and went to the desk. The duty nurse recognised him from earlier.
‘Still no news, I’m afraid. She’s still in surgery.’
‘Do you know when she’ll be out?’
‘Sorry, I’ve no idea. I can take a message if you like.’
He tried to think of something clever—liked the idea of her waking up from anaesthetic and seeing a note from him, something that would make her smile. But he didn’t have anything. All he could think about was what he had to do next.
He said, ‘Just tell her Vincent was here.’
He found a bathroom and locked himself in. He stripped to the waist and pulled on Tanner’s stab vest, and then donned his shirt and the coat over the top. The coat was made of some kind of stretchy engineered fabric, and had a water-repellent sheen—the kind of thing middle-aged guys wore to kids’ sport on a winter Saturday.