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.“Well, I did see it coming as soon as I recognized you three coming up my lane.Rick confirmed it by insulting Cynthia.But for future reference, you don’t attack a man like me in his own home.” Hank bent down and pulled the 9mm from the holster he had nailed to the bottom of the table.He showed it to Boston.“I have twelve of these in various areas of the house.Twelve, Boston.I have twenty knives hidden in the same manner.To top it off, there are five grenades.I’ve ridden a lot of trails and seen a lot of things, and some of those things were really scary.So, yeah, this is probably paranoid, but, hell, sometimes people are really out to get me.So, again.Never on the man’s home turf.And it is never going to be simple.”“You could have taken your shot and then shot all three of us.Fuck, we were in your home.No one would have said shit,” Boston said with nervous laugh.“Why didn’t you?”“I don’t like killing.Never have.That’s why I got out of the military.I did it, served my time.But … this will probably sound kind of dorky, but it really felt like part of me was getting ripped away with every bullet.By the time I got out and back State-side, whole chunks of me were gone.”Rick started to stir, making questioning moaning sounds.Boston kicked him in the head and the moaning stopped.“No, I get that.I felt the same way.Exactly like that.”“You were in?”“Recon,” Boston nodded.“So, like, what’s the deal?” Hank asked, looking him over.“It just felt pointless.What was I exercising for? I didn’t want to be a killing machine any longer,” Boston said.“Then do it for your son,” Hank told him.“I don’t have a son,” Boston said with a laugh.“Yeah, right now you don’t, but you will.Probably within five years.And you’re going to want to play with him, and ride with him, and do shit with him.Seriously,” Hank told him.“You’re kind of strange,” Boston said with a smirk.“Think so? You’re from Arkansas.The reason you have the name Boston is from the band, not the city.You’re twenty-eight years old and going to have a birthday within two months.You have a little sister, and you look after her.Steak is alright, but really you prefer a good hamburger with a beer.Your mother still writes you letters, not emails, even though she knows how and has a computer.”“Holy shit!” Boston gasped, “What the fuck — how can you possibly know all of that?”“Five years Boston, five years.Now, get Rick out of my house, and let’s get them awake.”Hank used the hose to wake Rick and Randy from their state.Both of them looked like hell had ridden over them.Hank tossed the hose down and walked up to their bikes.“I want you two to remember that I could have shot you in there, and neither the cops nor the club would have batted an eye at me for it.I could have shot you, but I didn’t, just like I didn’t shoot a defenseless fucking deputy.” Then he fired his gun, and with two shots, left wicked burning scars across each of their fenders.“Fix that before a year is up, and I’ll kick the living crap out of you again.Only this time, I’ll go for bone breaking.I swear to god.Now, get the fuck off my land before I decide shooting you in the leg isn’t really going to kill you.”The three of them rode off, and Hank watched them go.“Arkansas license plate.Club is famous for steak, but I only see you eating hamburgers.Letter from your mother is in your back pocket…” he murmured to himself with a smile as he walked back into his house to put away his gun.CHAPTER THREEHank slowed the 450 thumper down as he came up on the clearing that he and Derrick used long ago as staging area.He knew it was the place, after a few more yards, because of the yellow police tape all over the place.Then he saw her, sitting against her deputy car, on the other side of the street.She was looking at him with searching eyes.She hadn’t changed much in four years, either.She motioned with her hand to come to her.Hank thought about running for it, but he decided that just sounded like a lot of energy wasted.So he got of the bike, turned off the motor, and took off his dirt helmet.She was walking toward him by the time he had the helmet on the seat.“I think I know you,” she said.“Nope, you don’t,” he lied.“I’m not often wrong with that,” she told him.“Well, you’re probably wrong this time, at least a little,” he told her.“His body was found in there.Near the middle of the clearing.Do you want to take a look?” she asked.“If that would be alright,” Hank said.“CSI is done, and so is everyone else, so you can’t hurt anything,” she said.“He was involved in a robbery about four years ago,” she added.Hank went under the tape and began to scan the area with practiced eyes.“I think I might have read something about that,” Hank said.“Looks like his car came in, circled, and parked there.He gets out, waits about fifteen minutes.He’s nervous.Then he’s shot here and falls flat, his head hitting here.The attacker takes something from him.A box, maybe.It was sitting here, but it was gone before the cops show up.“After that, another car comes in — oh.” He stopped, looking at the tire tracks of the second car.“How can you tell all that?” she asked.“Tire tracks and foot prints, obviously.One and a half cigarettes.Chain smoked.He didn’t smoke unless he was really nervous or seriously up on meth.Which he was probably both.The box print is there, but I don’t see one of those marker prints, so it was gone before you guys showed up or you would have marked it for photos.”Hank looked around again.“What I don’t get is how he is shot in the back of the head when he’s looking at the entrance to the clearing.“This truck,” he offered, “pulls in here, and stops.So, that has him facing Derrick when he gets out of the cab.The man arriving in the truck is going to kill him.He knows that already.So, why wait? No witnesses out here, no house close enough to tell were the gun shot came from.He doesn’t put Derrick on his knees to execute him, so … it doesn’t make any sense.”“Derrick had a partner four years ago,” she told him.“Yeah, kind of a stupid guy back then.I remember him well,” Hank told her.“What’s he like now?” she asked.“Older, wiser, slowing down, choosing friends more carefully.You might like him, but would probably not want to, since you’re a cop and all.”“He’s still a criminal?”“Well, yes and no, but from your point of view, right now? Yes.He did a lot of diplomacy work, though, spent a lot of time on the road.You could have liked him then without feeling all weird about it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]