Chapter 53
The shooter and his Mrs. knew things were beginning to wind down. The games were over, time to act decisively. They had their guns, over night travel bags and a place to hide out when they finished. Most of all, they knew where to find Sullivan and that nosy detective from Minneapolis.
“This will top it all off nicely,” she said.
Smirking, “It sure will, the icing on the cake,” he answered.
A half hour later, Ted called, “Andy and I are out front of their house. So far we haven't seen either of them, but lights are on.”
“Any chance Bradley has driven off?”
“There are no tracks leading out of the garage. A fresh blanket of snow covers the driveway and there are no fresh tracks.”
“Keep me informed. Tweed and I are heading to my place, so we'll be right down the street
