Daylight (Atlee Pine, #3)(18)
Pine shook her head, looking unconvinced. “He wanted to make my father suffer. He got into a fight with him, accused him of attacking his own daughter and killing the other daughter.”
“But I thought it was presumably your mother Bruno had the beef with, not your father.”
“My mother was at the hospital with me. Maybe my dad was the only one he could reach at the time.”
“Maybe.”
“And then, years later, my father, probably suffering from overwhelming guilt, took his own life, on my birthday.”
“Damn, I didn’t know that,” said Puller.
“I haven’t told many people.”
He took her hand again. “I’m really, really sorry, Atlee.”
Their salads and pizza came, and they ate in silence for a few minutes.
They each ordered a second beer and took their time drinking it as the restaurant emptied out of customers.
“You like it out there in Arizona?” asked Puller.
“I like it fine.”
“Only fed for miles around?”
“No, the DEA has an office in my building. But the closest FBI agents are in Flagstaff. Then we have offices in Tucson, Lake Havasu, and of course Phoenix, among others. But for day-to-day stuff in the Grand Canyon area, it’s just me.”
“You have any support?”
“I have the best admin in the Bureau, Carol Blum. She’s traveling with me and helping me on this.” She put down her fork. “So what’s our next move?”
“I’m running Tony down and I haven’t given up on Teddy yet, either. He obviously knows stuff that’s relevant. And he may know more about Ito and where he might be.”
“How are you going to take a run at him?”
“Carefully. Like you said, the DOJ can make my life miserable.”
“I’d like to know why any other agency even cares about this.”
“It only takes one bureaucrat, Atlee.”
They paid their bill, splitting it down the middle despite Puller’s trying to pay for it all.
“It’s the least I can do, Atlee.”
“I blew your collar. I should pay for all your meals for the next month.”
“You’re the real deal, all right,” he said with a smile.
He couldn’t have paid her a higher compliment, thought Pine.
They walked outside.
“Where are you staying?” she asked.
“Motel a few miles from here. We’re limited on vehicles so Ed McElroy dropped me off and he’s coming to pick me up.”
“I can drive you back,” said Pine.
Puller pointed to a green sedan with government plates parked at the curb a few feet away, with McElroy leaning against the front fender.
“He’s already here.”
They walked over to McElroy.
“How was the food?” he asked, pushing off the fender and walking toward them.
Before Puller could answer, the bullet slammed into McElroy’s back, dropping him right where he had stood alive and well a second before.
CHAPTER
11
PULLER AND PINE CROUCHED DOWN behind the sedan as more rounds sailed past them. A bullet smacked into the window glass of the sedan, shattering it. Another caromed off a metal windshield support, sending bits of shrapnel spinning away.
Puller and Pine drew their weapons and returned fire at the mouth of the alley from where the shots were coming.
Terrified people had dropped to the pavement and were screaming.
When no more shots came their way, Puller quickly checked McElroy’s pulse. There was none. The man’s pupils were fixed and turning glassy. His life was over.
“Shit,” muttered Puller. He dialed 911 and told the dispatcher what had happened. He put the phone away and said, “You stay here with the body. I’m going after the shooter.”
“Not alone, you’re not.”
“Don’t argue. Someone has to stay with the body.” He peered over the hood of the car. “Cover me.”
He raced across the street while Pine did so, aiming her gun toward the alley.
When Puller disappeared down it, Pine snagged an older man in a private security uniform who was crouching behind a mailbox, showed him her badge, and told him to stay with the body until the police arrived. Then she raced after Puller.
She hit the entrance to the alley and peered down it. The space was ill lighted, but she could see about fifty feet ahead where Puller was crouched next to a dumpster. He looked behind him, spotted her, and frowned and pointed for her to go back.
She waved this look off and pointed ahead of them into the darker recesses of the alley.
Puller held up one finger and then pointed to her and then at the spot beside him.
She gave a thumbs-up. The alley was dark and quiet, with numerous places where someone could be waiting to ambush them, which meant they had to tread with care.
When he beckoned to her, she scurried forward until she was squatting next to Puller.
He snapped, “I told you to stay with the body. When I give an order I expect it to be followed.”
She barked right back, “Well, in case you missed it, I’m not under your command, Puller, because I don’t happen to be in the damn Army.”