“Hawk? I know better than that. Your first day out of the hospital and you’re calling me about work already?”
“Not work, but I do have a question,” Hawk replied.
“Okay shoot.”
Hawk smiled. Funny he should use that terminology. “Do the authorities know who shot you a few months back?”
“Nope, and I have been asking them relentlessly. It was a drive-by shooting and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time is how they view it. But nobody’s been arrested. Given how many drive-by shootings they have a on daily, they seriously doubt if anybody ever will be caught.”
“Could the person who shot you be the same person that shot at me that morning at Eagle?”
“Who?” Shelly asked. “Percy Jacobs? That’s who shot at you.”
“But could he have been the person that shot you?”
“No way. I would have recognized Percy. I didn’t get a great look at my shooter, but I was certain it wasn’t Percy.”
“So there’s no connection then?”
“None,” said Shelly. “I would have recognized Percy.”
“But wait a minute,” said Janita.
Hawk and Von looked at her. “What?” Von asked.
Janita looked at Hawk. “Didn’t you say the woman that called you and told you about Kemberly’s suicide attempt was a Jacobs too?”
“Greta Jacobs, my secretary, yes,” Hawk said. Then he and Shelly seemed to get the connection at the same time.
“I forgot Greta was a Jacobs too!” Shelly said.
“So had I,” said Hawk.
“What are y’all talking about?” Von asked.
“Percy Jacobs tried to kill Hawk,” said Janita to her brother. “Greta Jacobs is his secretary and was the one who called and told him about Kemberly’s suicide attempt. That’s too crazy to be a coincidence.”
“For real,” Von said excitedly.
“Where’s Greta?” Hawk asked Shelly over the phone. “Is she at work today?”
“She’s not. As a matter of fact, she hasn’t been to work in three days.”
“Since Hawk got out of that coma,” said Janita.
“I’ll be damn,” said Shelly. “That’s right!”
It was right to Hawk, too, as he jumped to his feet. Janita and Von hopped up too. “Get her address and text it to me, Shelly,” Hawk was saying.
“Don’t go rogue on me, man,” Shelly fired back. “You just got out of the hospital. I’ll call Lassie and let him and his team handle it.”
“Who’s Lassie?” Von asked.
“The chief of security at Eagle Records,” Hawk said. “Text me that address,” he ordered Shelly and ended the call. “Let’s go,” he said to Janita and Von. He wasn’t letting them out of his sight.
“I need to go upstairs and get my gun,” Janita said.
“I’ve got an extra one in the car. Let’s go,” he said again as he hurried for the exit.
