She raised her eyebrow at him, then let it go. “You think this is about the Governor?”
“Have you met Pearson yet?” I said.
“The Governor’s snake? Yeah, we met a few days ago. Hell of a guy.”
“Isn’t he though? Anyway, they-the Governor and Pearson-made it clear this had nothing to do with them, or at least they don’t want it to look like it did.”
“And you think different?”
“I like to keep an open mind. The Governor asked about you, by the way.”
“Yeah?” Sandy said.
“Yeah. Twice. Say, I didn’t see Mrs. McConnell up at the house. Where’s she?”
Sandy let her eyelids droop a quarter inch. “She’s been out of town for the last few days. Sister in Oregon or something like that.”
“I see.”
“I don’t think you do, Jonesy.”
I bit the inside of my lower lip. “Get checked out, Sandy. You did good. Really.”
Sandy just stared at me.
I looked around until I saw Metro’s lead detective, Ron Miles, speaking with one of the crime scene techs just outside the tent next to Dugan’s body. Ron’s white hair was mussed out of place and he kept running his hand over it, trying to flatten it to the top of his head. The knees on his pants were covered in dirt and grime.
“Sorry about Burns, Jonesy. Somebody told me he was your training officer?”
“Yeah, he was.”
“So, the State getting in on this?”
“Yeah, something like that,” I said. “The Governor wants us to take a peek. See if we can get in front of it sort of quick. We’ll probably just shadow you guys. See what we can see.”
“In other words, we do all the work and you guys get all the credit.”
“Naw, you can have the credit. Like I said, we just want to try to get in front of it, if we can.”
“Doesn’t look like it’s going to be easy. We don’t have jack-shit on this one.”
“Tell me what you’ve got so far,” I said.
“You spoke with Sandy?”
“Just now.”
“Okay,” Miles said. “Well, there’s that, and not much else. Not yet anyway, and most of it’s speculation at this point. One of the techs found the slug, or I guess I should say what was left of the slug that took Burns out. It cracked the front window, but didn’t penetrate. It ricocheted off the window and imbedded in the top of the dash. He says it looks like it was probably from a. 223, but he says he can’t be sure until they get it back to the lab for tests.”
“What about Dugan?”
“One to the head, two in the chest. Coroner says he’ll get what’s left of the slug fragments when he does the post. There’s some tattooing on his skull from the powder burns, so it was up close and personal.” Miles pulled the tent flap back and they stepped inside. As bad as Burns looked, Dugan was somehow worse. He ended up flat on his back, his arms out at his sides like a kid ready to make an angel in the snow. One of his slippers had fallen off his foot and lay next to his hip. I looked for a full minute then stepped back outside the tent and let the flap close after Ron stepped out. “Jesus,” I said to no one in particular.
“Yeah,” Miles said.
“So, what do you think about Sandy’s take? Two shooters?”
“I think it works. Dugan was close… foot, foot and a half. Burns wasn’t. So, if Sandy’s got the timing right-and why wouldn’t she-there must have been two. I mean, how do you shoot from a distance with one weapon and then take another weapon and run over and pop someone up close? Or better yet, why? Just doesn’t add up.”
“What if she heard it wrong?”
Miles flattened his hair with his palm. “Well, I just don’t think she did. Plus, I’ll tell you something, even if she did hear it wrong and there was only one shooter, what’s he gonna do? Take out Dugan up close and then run away with Burns just sitting there? That doesn’t work. And neither does taking out Burns first from a distance and then walking up and popping Dugan. So I think she’s on the money. Two shooters, two weapons, all at the same time.”
We talked it over for a few more minutes running through different variations on the theme, but in the end I thought the scenario held up.
“Alright, keep doing what you’re doing here,” I said. “I’m going to work a specific angle, but I want you to run this by the numbers. Let’s not let anything fall through the cracks.”
“Like I ever do. You know who’s got the best closure rate in Metro, right?”
“Yeah, I know. So do what you do.”
“I intend to. So, what’s the angle?”
I looked at him for a second. “Uh, it’s sort of complicated. Cora’s got us looking at something.”
Miles looked away for a moment, as if studying something off in the distance. “Well, I’ll keep you updated with whatever we find,” he said.
“That’ll do,” I said. I took one last look around. “Alright, I’m heading out. Find us something, Ron. I need a thread to pull on.”
“Don’t hold your breath, Jonesy. This one has that ‘might kick our ass’ sort of feel. Is this about the Governor, you think?”
“Ever met Bradley Pearson?” I said.
“Isn’t that the Governor’s chief weenie? I heard he’s sort of a snake…”
CHAPTER SIX
I drove over to the hospital and walked into the Emergency Department and when I did my gun set off the metal detector at the doorway. I was about to badge the security guard headed my way until I noticed it was a friend of mine from the Sherriff’s Department. “Hey Kev. Double dipping these days?” I said, as we shook hands.
“Are you kidding me? My oldest daughter is getting married this spring, and the twins start college in a year and a half. If I didn’t have to sleep, I’d be triple dipping.”
“Amber is getting married? Jesus, I used to bounce her on my knee.”
Kevin scratched the back of his head. “Yep, my baby’s getting married.”
“Getting old, Kev.”
“Huh, tell me. I don’t have much time to think about it though. Too busy trying to make enough money to pay for the wedding.”
“Who’s the lucky guy?”
The deputy’s face lit up. “Aw, she hit the jackpot, man. One of the Docs here. Hell of a good kid, just out of med school. Matter of fact, that’s how I got this gig.”
Sandy came around the corner and walked over to where Kevin and I were standing.
“All done?” I said.
“Haven’t even started yet,” Sandy said. “There was a some sort of big wreck out on 465. They’re backed up, so I’m just waiting. Supposed to be next.” She looked at Kevin and stuck her hand out. “Hi. I’m Sandy Small, the best thing that’s ever happened to Virgil and his team.”
The deputy laughed and shook her hand. “I’ll bet you are. I’m Kevin Campbell. It’s a pleasure.” Kevin lowered his voice and leaned in toward Sandy. “You know, I wanted a spot on Virgil’s team, but they wouldn’t have me.”
Sandy looked at me. “Why not?”
“Not mean enough,” I said.
“Fuck you, not mean enough,” Kevin said to me. “I’ve forgotten more about mean than you’ll ever know.”
