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Then she tumbled into a deep black hole.
Twenty
Devon paced the hallway at Queen’s Medical Center as they waited for Ali to be taken care of. Worst part was that they had refused to let him ride in the ambulance. He wasn’t considered family so he’d been told to drive. Thankfully, Conner had shoved him in his car and driven him to the hospital. Now they waited.
He looked down at the scrubs he now wore. They were pale blue, faded from many washings. The officer who met them at the hospital had taken his clothes and swabbed his hands for gunshot residue. Now he stood waiting to hear about Alicia in borrowed clothes.
The sound of approaching footsteps had Devon stopping in his tracks. A rangy, dangerous looking man in a pair of casual slacks and a pressed shirt approached them.
Conner stood. “Hey, Carino. Thanks for coming.”
“When Micah called I made sure to get the caller.” He looked at Devon. “Mr. Stryker?”
Devon nodded.
“I’m Rome Carino from the HPD. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“Okay.”
“The person who is dead at the scene was Millicent Hughes?”
“Yes. She’s Ali’s cousin. I’m assuming that’s who she is.”
He nodded as he made a note. “Ali being Ms. Alicia Hughes?”
“Yes.”
“Who shot her?”
“I did. She had already shot Ali, and was about to shoot her again.”
Again he nodded and said nothing as he made a few notes.
“What’s the damage here, Carino?” Conner asked.
He made a face. “A lot of this is out of my hands. MI-6 and CIA are all over the fucking area bagging evidence, and I get to be their liaison.”
“Lucky you,” Conner said.
His lips twitched before straightening out into a grim line. “Yeah. Anyway, it will be played up more than likely as a mugging. With you admitting to taking the shot, it makes it easier. You tested positive for GSR.”
“Why would I lie about that?” Devon asked.
The police office shrugged. “Stupid people always do.”
“I’m proud I shot the fucking bitch. In fact, if you told me she had made it to the hospital and survived, I would hunt her down and kill her again. Happily.”
“Yes, well, let’s keep that out of the report,” Conner said.
Carino nodded. “No problem. The spooks really don’t care. They’d probably like to pretend as though it didn’t happen, but the noise in that area of town draws attention. Also, they’re planning on trying their best to keep your name out of it.”
He nodded, but he was barely paying attention now. A doctor was walking toward them.
“Mr. Stryker?”
“Yes.”
“Ms. Hughes is fine. It was a flesh wound, but she hit her head, which along with the blood loss made her a little dizzy.”
