CHAPTER 4
Boyd pressed his thin lips together, scowling down at the sodden spiral notebook. “Schulz and his notes. Memory enhancer, he called it.” He flung his match into the snow and craned his stubby neck to reread the scribbles. “GSW times two. Two gunshot wounds, we knew that. DD. Looks like he might have gotten a dying declaration.”
Investigator Calloway sighed. “Now if we could just figure out what the victim said. And we’ll need to read up about Judas.” She concentrated her gaze on me. “Know anybody with a white van? People with names, initials VM or B?”
I felt dizzy. His handwriting. I could hear my teeth chattering. A vision of a shotgun welled up. Where was the gun now? How much ammunition did it have?
“Please, Miss Bear. A van. A white Nissan van. Sound familiar?”
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