Chapter 5
“Jesus, Becker.”
Enjoying this view even better, looking down at the guy, trapped there under scrutiny, I repeated what I’d just said. “Did you have anything to do with what happened to Archie?”
“No. Of course, not.”
“New guy in town, trouble follows. Coincidence?”
“No. Yes.”
I would have sworn I saw beads of sweat pop out on Preston’s already wet brow. “You walked into troop headquarters a few minutes late. Seems likely you would have been out there on the street, headed that way, right at the scene of the incident, precisely as it happened.”
“Oh.” Preston came back to the edge and held himself up with his elbows again, allowing his legs to slowly open and close beneath the surface and everything between them to shimmy and shake. “Maybe,” he said, his calm, carefree demea
