“Well, I just got some good news,” Ryker rejoined the group. “Downing’s no longer an issue.”
Grant perked up at that. “They found him? Where is he?”
His fists tightened from just imagining getting his hands on the bastard. Once he knew for sure Brynnon was going to be okay, he planned to pay the fucker a visit.
“On his way to the county morgue.”
Chapter 22
“He’sdead?”
Grant waited for Ryker to answer Coop’s question, certain they’d heard the man wrong. Unfortunately, they hadn’t.
“My guy just confirmed it.” The other man nodded.
Grant huffed out a disbelieving breath.
“What the hell happened?” Grant asked a little too loudly.
“State police spotted him on the highway not long after the BOLO went out. Tried pulling him over, but Downing took off. Ended up losing control on a curve and rolled his car.”
Derek shot Ryker a look. “You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me. A fuckin’car wreck?” He shook his head. “The bastard got off too damn easy, if you ask me.”
“Actually, the wreck isn’t what killed him.”
Confused, Mac frowned at their handler. “Then what did?”
“Bullet to the head.”
“The cop?” Jake asked from beside Grant.
Ryker shoved his hands into his suit pants. “According to my guy, Downing spouted off some bullshit about how he’d rather die than go to prison.” Ryker’s dark eyes slid to Grant’s. “A second later, guy shoved his own gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger.”
A few of the others began wishing Martin Downing good riddance. Muffled by the sound of his own blood rushing past his ears, Grant thought he heard someone say the world was better off without the son of a bitch.
The conversation carried on and other comments were made. Ones like how Downing had saved the taxpayers a shit ton of money, and by taking himself out, the fucker had done everyone a favor.
