“Good job.”
“It wasn’t hard. The guy’s an idiot.” Spying the backup squad, he walked over and told them where to find Justin and the shooter. “Is anyone besides Adam hurt?” Adam had given Trevor the thumbs-up sign when he saw him, so Trevor knew his friend wasn’t hurt too badly.
Daniel answered him since Connor was busy. The EMTs had pulled up shortly after the cops and were at the car seeing to the wounded. Trevor saw them load Adam onto the gurney. “Adam had on his vest, which stopped the first shot. He took the next one in his leg. Ed got hit in his arm. Just missed his shoulder.”
“No other serious injuries?”
“Thank God, no. Ricky and Julie are fine. Shaken up, of course. No one else was hurt.”
The shooter was identified before the cops ever left the scene. Turned out his name was Floyd Moore, Ricky’s foster father’s brother.
Hearing that, Justin asked Trevor, “How did they figure they’d get away with this?”
“I don’t think either Frank or his brother is very bright. Look at how easy it was for us to grab him. I guess he thought he was safe since one of the cops had been shot and the other had his hands full.”
“He obviously doesn’t know BFK,” Justin said.
“True,” Trevor answered, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “Very true.”
*
Jedidiah was trying,very unsuccessfully, to concentrate on work. Instead, every five minutes or so she wondered how the trial was going. They were bound to be at the courthouse by now since the trial was supposed to have started more than an hour before.
She heard someone opening and closing the back door and got up to see what was going on. She didn’t think Trevor would be back yet, but neither did she think it was a break-in. Maybe it was his cleaning lady and he’d forgotten to tell her she was coming.
But it was Trevor. He took off his jacket and hung it on its peg.
“What happened? The trial can’t be over already, can it?”
“The trial has been delayed.” Looking harried, he shoved a hand through his hair.
“Why?”
He started to speak, hesitated, then said, “Let’s go sit down.”
Oh, she didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m fine standing. What happened?”
“Suit yourself but I’m going in the other room to sit down.”
She followed him into the main office but instead of sitting at his desk as he usually did, he took a seat on the couch. She sat beside him but said nothing, even though part of her wanted to shake him and ask what the hell was going on.
“You haven’t been watching or listening to the news, have you.”
He said it as a statement, not a question. “No. I usually don’t during work hours.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, he grimaced. “There was an incident at the Snowdens’ house.”
When he didn’t continue, she asked, “What kind of incident?”
“Someone started taking potshots at the family, at Ricky in particular.”
“What? Was Ricky hurt?”
“No, no. He’s fine. Do you know Adam Wells?”
“The policeman. Sure. Oh, no, don’t tell me—”
“He was shot but he’s going to be okay. Thank God he had on his vest. Ed Snowden was shot in the arm but he’s going to be fine as well. No one else was injured.”
