Chapter 27“Whut yo’ reckonin’ he’s skipped town?” asked Officer Madigan, jostling around in the driver’s seat of the police cruiser. He was having trouble getting comfortable as he drove.
Quammen stared straight ahead through the windshield, deep in thought. “I don’t know,” he finally answered. “He could be scared and hiding out somewhere. If the night clerk’s right, and he never came back to the motel last night, he might think we’ve got an eye on the place. Or maybe none of that s**t he left inside is worth coming back for.”
“Yo’ reckon he knows we’re on t’him? Thet we knows he was at th’ marina?”
Quammen sighed. “I hope not. I think we put on a pretty good act back at the Bouche’s trailer. If Coleman contacts them, he should think we’re only looking at him for what happened at the st
