Chapter 40
Mark was on the phone with Rodriquez, trying to listen, talk and get up the wooden basement steps without stumbling and falling onto his knees. His imagination still hadn’t cleared from the visions of his mother showing Annie how to shoot. “Paul’s not here. This is Mark Driscoll.”
“Mark? Sorry, thought I’d gotten Paul’s number.” “No, but that’s okay. You got my cell. What’s up?”
“I have information for you.”
“Thank God for that. Hang on. I’m at home. I need to find some privacy.” It’s about time. His attitude was coming out, and he knew it. If he wanted anything, he’d better act a bit more friendly.
It’s about time“Look, amigo. Sorry. Our precinct has been kind of busy with a car bombing.”
That tidbit pounded into Mark’s brain. Car bombings. CNN News reported that several
