Chapter 29
“Just another hundred yards,” said Martinez in near exuberance. “It will be on the right. A building.”
When the police cruiser rounded another bend, the land flattened out and the road widened. Lumbergh watched Martinez’s broad, bloodthirsty smile gleam in the rearview mirror. The chief quickly pulled over to the inside shoulder of the road. He positioned the cruiser under the broad, overhanging limbs of a drooping pine and popped the transmission into park.
“What are you doing?” asked Martinez, his eyes narrowing.
“Did you think I was going to drive right up to their front step and let them see a police car?”
The intern’s face was riddled with confusion. “I . . . I guess not.”
Lumbergh reached into the glove compartment and began pulling out shotgun shells. He shoved them
