Prey - 02 - Shadow Prey by John Sandford

Author:John Sandford
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Thriller
Published: 1991-01-31T02:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

12

Lucas sat on a stack of newspapers.

“Are you all right?” Daniel asked, squatting beside him. Lily realized that he was trying to be gentle but didn’t know how.

“In a bit,” Lucas said.

Larry Hart came in, saw them and stopped. “The whole area is surrounded by media,” he said. “Channel Eight had a camera on a roof down the street. They had the whole thing on the air, live. Everybody’ll be looking for you and Lily.”

“Fuck that,” said Lucas, his elbows on his legs, his head hung down to his knees. “Has anybody talked to Jennifer?”

“I gave her a call right after Lily took Hood out,” Daniel said. “She was watching. She sounded pretty calm. She even tried to screw some details out of me, for their newscast.”

“Sounds like Jennifer,” Lucas said. He thought about the shotgun behind his ear and gripped his knees. “If you can get somebody to take the Porsche back to my place, maybe I could sneak out in a squad . . . .”

“Sloan’ll take it,” Daniel said. Lucas nodded and dug the keys out of his pocket. “We’ve got more problems. I hate to bother you with them . . . .”

“Jesus, what?”

“The St. Paul water patrol took a body off the Ford dam this morning. It got hung up on an abutment. It’s an Indian. He was carrying an ID that said ‘Richard Yellow Hand.’ ”

“Aw, fuck,” said Lucas.

“We’d like you to take a look. We’re not sure yet . . . well, we’re pretty sure, but he was your snitch . . . .”

“All right, all right, all right . . .”

“I’ll go with you if you want,” Lily offered.

“Uh, you better not,” Daniel said, looking up at her. “We’ll have some shooting reports to make out. You’ll have to talk to our attorney, you not being a certified police officer in Minnesota . . . .”

“What . . . ?”

“No, no, there won’t be any problems,” Daniel said hastily. “But there’s some bureaucratic rigmarole to go through. Jesus, I wish I had a cigar.”

“So I look at this body . . .” said Lucas.

“There’s something else,” Daniel said, almost reluctantly. “They did another one.”

“Another one?” asked Lily. “Where?”

“Brookings, South Dakota. It’s just coming in now. The fuckin’ state attorney general. They were having some kind of harvest-festival thing and they had these polka dancers. This guy, the attorney general, always went to the polka dances because he knew he’d make the local TV. A gunman was waiting for him.”

“Our friend with the braids?” asked Hart.

“No. And they got this guy. They shot him, anyway. He’s in a trauma room right now. Some cowboy saw the shooting, pulled a rifle out of his pickup and nailed him.”

“Okay. Well, fuck. Better go see Yellow Hand, first thing. If it is Yellow Hand. I can’t worry about this SoDak thing, not yet.” Lucas stood up and wandered in a circle, stopped by the door. Lily, Daniel and Hart watched him, worried, and he tried to smile.

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