Sorrow's Anthem by Michael Koryta

Author:Michael Koryta [Koryta, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Mystery, Thriller, Adult
ISBN: 0312340109
Google: jh302tLtEb4C
Amazon: 0312936605
Barnesnoble: 0312936605
Goodreads: 1614922
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2006-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Joe and I spent a while talking to Baker, a short guy with a military haircut and a sunburn, but Richards never returned. Baker took us back to the station and interviewed us separately, on tape. Then we filled out a witness form, and he told us we could go.

“What about Cal Richards?” Joe asked. “Is he coming down here?”

Baker shrugged. “Don’t know. He told me to get your statements on tape and get back down to the scene, myself. Didn’t say anything about holding you for him.”

“He knows where to find us,” Joe said.

A patrol officer drove us to my apartment. Joe’s car was going to be searched by police, of course. They might not think there was a gun in the trunk or bloody fibers on the floor mats, but they had to check.

When the cop dropped us off, we stood together in my parking lot and looked at each other. It was evening now, the sun gone, the night air beginning to cool. A few cars were in the gym lot, but it was quiet outside.

“That poor damn kid,” Joe said.

“Yeah.”

He sighed and ran both hands through his hair and over his face. “What the hell is going on, LP? What was your friend into?”

I shook my head. I didn’t have any answers. It was just twelve hours ago that I’d stood on the street in front of this building and formed my idea that Rabold and his partner had killed Ed intentionally. Now Rabold was dead. That didn’t change my previous theory, but it sure as hell complicated it.

“You tell any of the other detectives about Corbett and Sentalar?” Joe asked.

“No. It’s Cal’s case. He’s the only one who would have understood what it might mean. I’ll tell him.”

“Okay. We’ll tell him in the morning. Get some sleep, maybe some dinner. A few hours of normal life, get our heads back together. We’ll see where it stands in the morning.”

“They shot him three times, Joe,” I said. “Blew a piece of his face off, shot him in the chest, shot him in the stomach. That’s not a killing for killing’s sake. It wasn’t a hit, a guy getting whacked just to be eliminated. There’s a lot of anger in those wounds.”

“I wonder if his wife is with that girl yet” was all he said.

“I hope so. You want me to give you a ride home?”

“No, thanks.”

“You sure?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I need the walk tonight.”

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