Chapter Thirty-SixPaul opened the door and Rico said, “I figured you wouldn't stay put at the hospital.”
He was still clutching the Beretta tightly in his hand and holding it at his side. Rico immediately noticed the g*n. His own was holstered under his jacket and out of sight.
“You can put that away,” Rico said, looking down at the Beretta. “He's dead.”
Paul exhaled deeply, a stream of air rushing out of his lungs. He loosened his grip on the g*n, went to the sofa and sat with the g*n in his lap.
Rico followed him inside and closed the door. “He's outside in some bushes off to the side of the front door. I don't think any of your neighbors will see him unless they're looking for him. I saw him take a few steps and fall down. He tried to take a shot at me when he saw me, but he couldn'
