Puller said slowly, “It was nothing. It’ll keep.” He walked over to the bodies

of the men inside the bar. The ME was examining one of them.

 

Puller showed her his badge and said, “You got a cause of death yet?” The woman

nodded and pointed to the two men lying next to the one she was examining. “The

guy on the left has a crushed carotid.

 

The guy on the right has a fractured windpipe. The guy over there had his skull

cracked.” Puller considered this and said, “The shooters outside?” “Same sort of

crushing injuries. Don’t know what sort of weapon was used.” “I don’t think

you’re going to find a weapon,” said Puller. “Why’s that?” she asked.

 

Because the weapon is gone, thought Puller.

 

Chapter 46

 

SHIT.

 

Rogers slammed the white van into gear and drove off.

 

Luckily he had parked well away from the bar, and thus outside the perimeter the

police had set up. He had managed to slip out the back of the bar before the

police could get there.

 

Cops everywhere. People who had seen what he had done.