Chapter 19
Oldhorse was slumped awkwardly along the backseat of Joan Parker’s car. Wrapped in a sun-bleached, woven blanket with one of his legs outstretched to the side, the desperately weak man fought through the immense pain of his injuries. He grimaced as he spoke carefully, telling the police chief in spurts of breath that it was Alex Martinez who was responsible for what had happened to him. He had smelled the scent of Martinez’s aftershave just before the blast.
“It was revenge,” he uttered. “He knows what I did to Montoya.” Toby nearly cut him off, out of breath himself. “Ron Oldhorse wouldn’t let us take him to the hospital until we brought him here first, Chief Lumbergh. He needed to tell you about Alex.”
The boy explained how they had stopped by the cabin with a dish of peach
