Startled, the young man responded hesitantly, “I’ve been sick.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I heard about the press conference and decided to come in and listen.” The sweat was rolling into his eyes. Turning, “Gotta go,” and hustled away.
Seconds later, wondering why he was familiar, it struck him. It was the voice, the same one that held a gun to his head a couple of days earlier. He motioned to Cotter, who had been watching. Cotter ran after the young man. Chief Mooney had also been watching and hustled to the doors. Spotting the man Keplar was chasing, he reached out and grabbed the guy by the arm and slammed him against the wall. “Stop struggling, I don’t want to hurt you and drag you off to jail.”
By this time, Keplar and Cotter caught up. “Cotter, take him upstairs to an
