Hector nodded.
Nick waved his hand toward a desk and a couple of chairs. “You better tell me everything.”
That could take a while.
Chapter Thirteen
Will didn’t really have much to add to Hector’s conversation with the deputy, mostly because he didn’t know anything. He was just as confused by everything that was happening as everyone else.
Someone was after them, maybe even federal agents. Someone had broken into the house. And someone had started shooting. Will didn’t know how the three things were connected, but he suspected they were.
Will accepted the bottle of water the deputy handed to him. He unscrewed the top and took a long drink. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was. “Thank you,” he said once he was done.
Nick smiled at him. “You’re welcome, Will.”
Will didn’t understand that smile. Despite what he had done, so many people were being nice to him. People hadn’t been nice to him like this even before he’d broken the law. He wasn’t exactly used to it and he didn’t know how to react.
He wasn’t sure he ever would. Will’s exposure to the world had never been stellar. It had only grown more dismal as he grew older. Now that he was an adult, he was finding that the world around him was insane.
When the door opened and the sheriff and several deputies walked in, Will scooted closer to Hector. He didn’t know when the man had become his lode stone, but he felt safer with Hector.
“Sheriff.” Hector stood and shook the man’s hand when he came closer. “It’s good to see you safe. I was worried.”
“Your call saved our butts, Hector,” the sheriff said. “We were basically walking into a shit storm we knew nothing about until dispatch told us what you saw.”
“Was anyone hurt?”
The sheriff sighed. “Three men were killed, Hector. One on your porch and two by that black Lincoln Town Car. It looks like the ones in the town car shot the one on the porch, and whoever was with him shot the two in the car.”
“Shit.” Hector sat back in his chair and dropped his head into his hands.
Will scooted closer and laid his hand in the small of Hector’s back. He rubbed small circles, trying to give him comfort.
“I got a chance to look at those IDs, Will,” the sheriff continued. “They were definitely FBI agents, which means that in a few hours, we’re going to have a lot of suits on our hands.”
The sheriff did not sound happy.
“I’m sorry,” Will said.
“It’s not your fault, Will. You didn’t kill those agents.”
“Who did?” Hector raised his head and glanced up at the sheriff. “Who was in my house?”
“I suspect it was Doug and Gill.”
Hector frowned. “Keith’s friends?”
The sheriff nodded. “Gill was killed.”
“Damn.” Hector shoved a hand through his hair. “What in the hell were they doing in my house?”
“About that…”
Will glanced up at the sheriff the same time Hector did. He wasn’t reassured when the man winced.
“You might need to do a bit more repair work on the house.”
Hector’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
