Press lee? The nigger’s dead—

Son of a bitch. No sniper hired by John Portman would talk that way. He wouldn’t talk at all. The man at the other end of this building is Raymond Aucoin Presley. The trial is tomorrow, and Presley has no intention of being indicted for murder. That’s why he wasn’t at his trailer when I called earlier. He’s been following Ike around, laying for a shot.

“Ray!” I yell at the top of my voice. “Stop shooting! I need to talk to you!”

Both windshields of Ike’s cruiser star into chaos as safety glass rattles across the floor.

“What you got to say I want to hear?” comes the voice I recognize so easily now. “You want it in the head or the heart?”

I will live or die by my actions in the next minute. “Listen to me, Ray! You want to hear this!”

“I want to hear you choke on your own blood!”

Every hair on my body is standing erect. Presley isn’t nearly as far away as he was a moment ago. He’s moving up for a kill shot. Crawling to the left side of the cruiser, I fire two quick rounds into the dark, then dart back to avoid return fire aimed at my muzzle flash.

“Not even close, boy.”

The tire beside my head explodes into ragged strips of rubber as Presley’s next shot reverberates through the building. When the echo dies, I call: “You want to know who sent you to Parchman, Ray? I think you’ll be surprised.”

He fires again, smashing up a divot of cement beside Ike’s head.

“Parchman, Ray! Didn’t you ever wonder who ratted you out?”

Silence. Then: “Talk fast, boy, I’m getting close!”

He is close. It takes every bit of nerve I possess to hold my ground. “It was Marston, Ray! Leo sent you up! Stone solved the murder, but Hoover didn’t want Leo going down for it. Leo’s old man had too much political clout. Hoover cut a deal to protect him, but he said you had to go down for shooting at Stone and Portman on the highway. It was Leo who gave you up!”

“That’s bullshit!” For the first time the voice has come from more or less the same place.

“Stone said Marston didn’t even hesitate! He fed the state police details of your drug business so they could catch you in the act. That’s why Stone was at the bust!”

“You lying piece of shit! You’re just trying to save your own ass!”

He’s buying it. “Leo didn’t give a shit about you, Ray. How else do you think they got you? You must have had a lot of time to think about it. Five years, man!”

More silence.

“Ray?”