Seeing Red - Page 106

She felt terrible, period.

Marianne took the empty envelope and wad of newspaper from Trapper and stuffed them into the wastepaper basket in the knee space under the desk. “Does this have to do with what happened at The Major’s house on Sunday night?”

Trapper made a noncommittal motion with his shoulder. “Better that you don’t know.”

“At least tell me how he’s doing. I’ve been worried.”

“He’s come a long way since Sunday. Looks like he’ll be all right.”

She looked over at Kerra. “What a terrifying experience that must have been for you. Have you recovered from your injuries?”

“If you look closely, you can still see some bruising that makeup doesn’t cover. But I got off light compared to The Major’s injuries.”

“The TV station publicized that you were going to be interviewed tonight on the news, but then had to retract and say that you weren’t feeling up to it.” She looked Kerra over, a question in her kind eyes.

“I had planned to do it, then…” She glanced at Trapper. “I changed my mind.”

Marianne smiled as though she understood how rapidly plans could change when Trapper was involved. She looked at him. “What about you? How are you? Are you taking care of yourself?”

“Aw, you know me. Nothing touches me.”

Her rueful smile said she knew better.

“Excuse me.” They all turned toward the open doorway where David stood. “You may want to see this.”

Kerra was the first to fall in behind him. She followed him back down the hallway and into a den with comfortable furnishings, a well-lived-in ambiance, and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall above a low mantel.

“News bulletin,” David said, reaching for the remote and pumping up the volume. Looking over his shoulder at the three of them, he said, “They caught the guy who shot The Major.”

Chapter 22

Who’s this?”

“Trapper.” He was driving with one hand, holding a cell phone to his ear with the other.

Glenn growled. “Aka Unknown Caller.”

“I’m on a burner.”

“Since your phone is busted all to hell.”

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“I was trying to get a better signal by holding it out the car window. It slipped out of my hand.”

“Sure it did. That was also a cute trick you pulled on Hank. How’d you leave the line shack? Sprout wings? Or have somebody come pick you up?”

“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Came about too late to notify Hank of the switch in plans.”

“Like hell.”

“I’ll apologize and buy him a beer.”

“He doesn’t drink.”

“A new Bible, then,” Trapper said with mounting impatience. “I’ll make it up to him, all right? Now what about this guy you have in custody?”

“I figured when you got wind of that, you’d reappear.”

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