Alison Kent by André Jensen

Author:André Jensen [Jensen, André]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:20:37.560000+00:00

“You might want to start with a chainsaw, though what that trash is doing out here…

fel off a truck doing tree trimming, my best bet. You two are damn lucky, from the looks of things,” the Statie said, before making his way around the vehicle.

King started to follow the other man while he checked out the damage and radioed for a tow truck, but Cady grabbed his arm to stop him. “What do you mean, we don’t know it was Malling? Are you kidding me?”

“My first instinct is yes, Tuzzi was involved,” he said, keeping his voice low, his words directed solely at her, his gaze fierce as he stared down, part insistence that he was serious, part ire that she’d chosen another really bad time to run her mouth. “My second—”

“Hey-ho!” The driver of the pickup approached, pulling his ball cap from his head and smoothing back his thinning hair before the cap went back in place. “I don’t know where that guy thought he was going, damn stupid kid. He nearly clipped my front bumper when he cut in front of me.”

“You saw what happened, then?” the officer asked, pulling a pen and notebook from his uniform pocket as he circled back to where King and Cady stood. “And the driver, too?”

“I saw the car and the kid both,” said the second driver who’d stopped, a middle-aged woman, slightly hefty, wearing a loose floral thermal over navy sweats. “The car had no plates. Not on the front, or on the back.”

“What about the make and model?”

Since Cady had been snapping King’s shirt and wondering if they could stop somewhere so that she could climb into his lap for a quickie, she hadn’t seen anything of either one, so she listened to the three who had described the vehicle and the man behind the wheel.

She hadn’t seen Malling since his trial. A lot of years had come and gone. People changed. Hair color and style. Weight was lost, muscles gained. Or weight was gained, and muscles turned to flab.

Men grew sideburns or beards or mustaches. And at a distance, colored contacts weren’t easy to spot. But the one thing no one could change was skin color.

And Jason Malling wasn’t black.

She backed away from the group as they talked, hugging herself tightly and wondering whether to be relieved or more worried than before. King had said his first instinct was that Tuzzi was involved.

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