“Homicides, suicides, car wrecks, electrocutions, fires—you name it, he’d seen it. Except for a man killed by a tiger. Somehow, he blamed Wyatt French. He’d been on the highway for ten minutes, headed for the women’s prison, when the call came. There was an uneasy moment when the ring of the phone inside the darkened car as the countryside slid soundlessly past created a sense of déjà vu so strong he was certain that he’d look down and find the call was coming from Wyatt again. Instead, it was h...is dispatcher, but as she detailed the scene and its location it felt as if it had all developed at Wyatt’s hand anyhow. Kimble found out that two deputies were already en route. Pete Wolverton, a veteran, always a good man in a messy situation, and Nathan Shipley, who’d been close to the preserve already, making his own morning drive to go back out and see if they’d had any luck trapping the black cat. Apparently they had not. Kimble said that he’d be there as soon as he could, and then he turned around and put on his lights and drove back toward the mountains.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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