The Lawman's Secret Son. Alice Sharpe
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saw you?”
“I don’t think so.”
“And when you got here—”
“I stayed out of sight.”
“How long did he and Lara talk before the attack? Did he say anything about Billy having a gun?”
“He didn’t have time. They only talked for a minute or two. She said he never got past mentioning his girlfriend. A girl named Wylie.”
“What about her?”
“I guess she broke up with Jason. You’ll have to ask Lara.”
“And you didn’t see the gunman or his vehicle?”
“No.”
“This doesn’t look so good,” Tom said, pushing his hat back on his head.
Brady’s eyes narrowed as he said, “Just what are you suggesting, Tom?”
“Nothing. Nothing. But you’ve got to admit it looks bad.”
“Why?”
“The first day you find out Jason Briggs is home you follow him. The next thing anyone knows, the boy is as good as dead. And you’re on scene.”
“Are you saying I shot Jason Briggs?”
“I’m saying it looks like you could have shot the boy. He was the only other one in the car with Billy Armstrong that night. He’s fresh out of juvie. If he knew something maybe you didn’t want him telling, he might confide in his old counselor—”
“I am this close to giving you a black eye,” Brady growled, his fist bunched into a knot.
Tom shook his head. “I know you didn’t do this, pal. No matter how you felt about Jason, you would never have jeopardized Lara. But Chief Dixon is going to ask these questions.”
“I don’t have anything against Jason. Did you tell Dixon about Jason wanting to talk to Lara?”
Tom thought for a second. “I guess so. At the briefing. Sure.”
“And how many others?”
“I don’t know. Half a dozen.”
“Any way for Bill Armstrong to have heard the news?”
Tom thought again for a second before saying, “His ex-brother-in-law works in dispatch so I guess it’s possible. What are you getting at?”
“I don’t know what I’m getting at.” Brady took a steadying breath. “How do we know Lara wasn’t the real victim?”
“Why would anyone want to shoot her?”
“I don’t know. Ask Bill Armstrong where he was tonight.”
“Don’t start on that. Bill Armstrong wouldn’t shoot Jason Briggs.”
“Wouldn’t he? Your scenario of my not wanting Jason to tell Lara something might also pertain to Armstrong. Maybe there’s something Billy told Jason that Armstrong doesn’t want Jason telling Lara. Or maybe he just wants to hurt Lara to get back at me.”
“Is something going on between you two?”
“No,” Brady said. “But he doesn’t know that.”
Tom looked unconvinced. “We’ll talk again tomorrow.”
HOW DID YOU FIND a madman when you had no clues? Jason could have made new enemies in juvenile detention, he could have tempted old enemies who heard he was back in town and saw him riding his bike off on his own. Like Brady had. Was he sure there hadn’t been a third party trailing him while he trailed Jason? Had he even thought to look?
No, and yet somehow Brady didn’t believe that was the answer. He thought it was as simple as someone not wanting Jason Briggs talking to Lara Kirk.
Why?
Or maybe someone wanted Lara dead and was a lousy shot.
Twenty minutes after leaving the clearing, he entered the emergency-room doors for the first time in almost a year, nodding at the nurse behind the desk as his still-soggy boots squeaked with every step. In lieu of a shirt, which he’d donated to help stem Jason’s bleeding, he wore an old jacket he carried on the bike. It was too hot a garment for August.
“Hey, Brady. Long time no see.”
“How you doing, Tammy? I’m here to check on Lara Kirk and Jason Briggs.”
She frowned for a second. About his own age, she looked ten years older, probably because she smoked like a fiend when no one was watching. Brady had caught her outside a few times and used to tease her about it.
“Ms. Kirk was treated for a superficial gunshot wound in her right arm and was released an hour ago. The Briggs boy is in surgery. It’s touch and go.”
“I thought Ms. Kirk was going to wait for me,” Brady mused aloud, unsure what to do now.
“She got a call and left.”
Brady thanked her briskly and took off. Who had called her? Why? What was important enough for her to leave the hospital when she’d made a point of telling him to meet her there? Was it possible she didn’t understand the importance of the fact that Jason Briggs wasn’t the only one who had been shot tonight?
He got as far as the Harley before feeling a hulking presence behind him. He turned abruptly and immediately recognized Bill Armstrong emerging from between parked cars.
Armstrong was about the same size as Brady though a couple of years older. He’d been a mechanic since graduating from high school. Married his high-school sweetheart. As far as Brady knew, he’d been doing okay for himself and his family until his daughter committed suicide and a few weeks later, his son died.
Thanks to Brady.
Now word was that Bill Armstrong had taken to drinking, his wife had threatened to leave him and his job was in peril.
“I heard you almost killed another kid tonight,” Armstrong said, coming to a halt six feet away from Brady. The overhead lights illuminated the thatch of sandy hair that continued around his face in a trimmed beard.
“You heard wrong,” Brady said. He didn’t want to waste time with Armstrong, but he didn’t want to turn his back on him, either.
“I heard Jason Briggs got shot and that you were there.”
Brady waited.
“That little gal who left when you murdered my son is back in Riverport.”
“Who told you that?”
He tapped his forehead with a finger. “I just know. Maybe it would have been better for her if she’d stayed away.”
Brady advanced a few steps. “She was a counselor to your kids,” he said. “She tried to help them. She’s an innocent in all this.”
Armstrong backed down a little. He looked in the direction of his shoes as he said, “Do you suppose she’d miss you if some concerned citizen took it in his mind to eliminate a public menace?”
Brady’s gut tightened. His decision to stop carrying a gun suddenly seemed shortsighted.
“I don’t, either,” Armstrong said. “But killing you is too easy.” His voice caught. “I want you to know what it’s like to lose someone you love,” Armstrong continued, his eyes moist now. “If you had a son it would be perfect. An eye for an eye. Poetic justice.”
“Where were you tonight?” Brady said softly.
Ignoring the question, Armstrong said, “You don’t know what it’s like to lose a kid.”
With total sincerity, Brady said, “I’ve told you a dozen times how sorry I am about your son. I had no choice. There was no time. He pulled a gun.”