Even if he couldn’t tell the Sanderses who’d killed their daughter, he let them know it mattered to him. Mercy knew they’d spent years believing no one cared. It’d broken them. Truman offered the first comfort they’d had in ages.
Then she heard the crack of the shot.Truman dropped and Mercy dived behind a pile of rusting metal. Her training took over and she stretched out, dragging Truman through the dirt to cover, and then spun around to aim at the window where she’d seen the movement, her vision laser-focused on locating the threat. Where’d he go?
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and sweat ran down her back as she scanned the house. Behind her, Truman gasped for breath, swearing like an angry redneck. She whirled back to him, ripping off her jacket, ready to apply pressure where he was bleeding. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! His head was tilted back, his heels digging into the ground, his teeth clenched in pain.She couldn’t see blood. Where is it? Her hands scrambled across his chest and neck, searching for the bullet hole.He ripped open his buttoned-up shirt, exposing his vest, and dug at its right side with frantic fingers, struggling to catch his breath.
Mercy spotted the flattened slug and elation ripped through her.I know, he spit out, and then sucked in a deep, ragged breath. But holy fuck that hurts!
You’re going to hurt like a son of a bitch for a few days, but you’ll be okay. Tears blurred her eyes as the violence of the last twenty seconds rushed through her. Thank goodness I’m already on the ground. I’m calling for backup. Her fingers shook as she dialed.
Looks like we found Craig, Truman gasped.I’ll walk out with you, he said. I’d like to come when you talk to Jennifer Sanders’s parents. I checked and they now live in Bend.
Mercy nodded, wanting desperately to be alone, but her spongy brain couldn’t come up with a reasonable refusal.Mercy had promised to meet him at the Eagle’s Nest police station at six.
Truman glanced at the clock on the wall for the tenth time. He still had ten minutes, so he shuffled the papers on his desk again, prioritizing what he’d tackle in the morning. He’d sent Lucas on an errand a minute ago and hoped he’d be back before Mercy appeared.When they’d left the lookout an hour ago, she’d refused Truman’s offer of a bite to eat together, stating she needed to make some phone calls and do some computer work before they interviewed Jennifer Sanders’s parents.