Chapter 22
For the next hour they drove around checking out all the bars and fancy restaurants in town. They were only looking for his white Mercedes. As they were about to pack it in for the day dispatch called Zane.
“Go,” Zane said.
“You’d better get over to the hospital, there’s been a shooting, over.”
“On my way,” he said as he slammed the mic on the dashboard.
They were about fifteen minutes out, so Zane keyed the mic. “Get any deputies near there to roll and secure the scene. It will be about fifteen minutes before I will be there, over and out.”
By the time they got there, every news outlet in town was on scene. Four deputies were trying to hold them back. When the sheriff and detectives arrived, the media rushed them asking all sorts of inane questions that he couldn’t
