The deputy named Lou let out a gasp. He said, “That’s the guy who was pretending to live at Treadwell’s place.”
Puller rose. “I thought it might be.”
“How?” asked Lou.
“He matched the description you gave of him earlier. Now we know he’s as good at sniping as he is at killing up close.”
Lou looked at the other wrecked body. “What the hell did you do to him?”
“I killed him,” Puller said simply. “Before he killed me.”
“That was Dickie Strauss back there,” said Cole.
“I know.”
“What was he doing here?”
“Coming to meet me.”
Cole looked at the wounds on the back of the man’s arms. “Your rounds?”
He nodded. “The guy went for his gun. Thought he was trying to get me to kill him. I didn’t. Then he ate his own round. Should have seen that coming. But a guy wants to kill himself and he has
a gun handy, not a lot you can do about it.”
“Guess not,” said Cole curtly.
Puller looked around and said, “Let’s secure the crime scenes. Call in Lan Monroe and whoever else you need. Then you and I can go talk.”
“What about?”
“Lots of things.”
CHAPTER
76
COLE WAS WAITING for him at her house. Puller had made one stop at his motel room and then driven over. She greeted him at the front door and he followed her down the hall to the kitchen.
“You want a drink?” she asked. “I’m having a beer.”
“I’m good,” he said.
They sat in a back room that overlooked the rear yard. It was hot and humid, and Cole’s wall AC wasn’t much better than the one in his motel room. He thought he could taste the coal in the air, feel his skin turning oily black by just being here.
She sat across from him, her fingers curled around the neck of her Michelob.
“While you were following up some leads,” she began, “I checked out Treadwell’s place of business. The only useful piece of info I got from them is that nothing was missing from their inventory. And they had no idea why he would have tungsten carbide residue in his house. They don’t carry anything like that.”
“So it wasn’t work-related?”
“No.”
“I found the answer to the meth lab.”
“What?”
He told her what he’d discovered at the fire station.
“Damn. The Xanadu club dealing meth?”
“Looks to be,” said Puller. “But doesn’t really get us anywhere. And we’re running out of time.”
“What do you mean?”
He told her about his conversation with Joe Mason. About the pipeline operated by Trent. And the nuclear reactor that was apparently the real target. And finally he told her about Trent’s financial problems.
When he was done, she put her beer down and leaned back in her chair.
“I’m not sure where to begin,” she said. “Jean never told me anything about money problems. And she told you?”
“I think I caught her at a vulnerable moment. And I’m not family. Maybe she just didn’t want you to know. Maybe she was embarrassed that she might be poor again.”
“Are you hungry? I’m suddenly starving.”
“Cole, forget about food. We’ve got less than two—”
She said in a trembling voice, “I need to make sandwiches, Puller. I… I need to do something normal. Or I’m going to lose it. I am. I mean it. I didn’t sign up for something like this. Shit like this is not supposed to happen in places like Drake.”
He said in a soothing tone, “Okay. Okay. How about I help?”
They went to the kitchen and made turkey sandwiches with pickle slices on top and chips as the garnish. They ate standing up at the kitchen sink.
“What are you thinking?” she asked quietly.
“Never been to Florida,” said Cole. “West Virginia is the only place I’ve ever been. This is my home.”
He punched the AC button to max and rubbed a line of sweat off his forehead even as her words stung him.
“Let’s talk it out,” he said.
“This puts me in the mother of all awkward positions, Puller.”
He glanced at her. “I know. You’re an officer of the peace. A public