One
One year later
“His name is Oliver Smith.” Jake Kirby looked across the body at the detective, Mac something-or-other, kneeling on the other side. Jake never forgot who he was hunting or any details about them, but there were just too many cops in too many towns and he’d met most of them tracking fugitives for the U.S. Marshals Service. “Ollie to his friends. He was on my least-likely-to-die-violently list.”
Mac, middle-aged and showing signs of awe at working a crime scene with a Deputy U.S. Marshal, gestured toward Ollie’s face, taking care not to touch the hole punched between his bruised eyes. “Someone sure worked him over good before they killed him?”
Mac didn’t say it, but Jake heard the “why” in his voice. A good question with no answer. Had the killer got the answer he want
