NATHAN MADE GOOD TIME to Abilene, arriving just before ten. Paul Ricard was ready and waiting.
“Agent Thomas,” he said, extending his hand in greeting. “Thanks for coming.”
“No problem,” Nathan countered. “Sounds like we need to work quickly to get ahead of this guy.”
Ricard nodded solemnly. “I agree. Although I have to admit, I thought my case was an isolated incident at first. But when I went down and spoke with Stevens and Perez my tune changed pretty quickly.”
“They line up that well, huh?”
“I think they do. If you don’t mind, I’d like to drive you out to the scene of the shooting. I’ve also reached out to Benji Patterson, my victim. He’s agreed to meet us onsite.”
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AT KIMBLE HOSPITAL in Junction, Texas, the out-of-towner’s attitude was getting out of hand.
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