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“We’ve got a bunch of those too.” I closed my eyes. Everything kept spinning.
Chapter Four
The theme song fromTheLone Rangerfilled the ambulance. I ignored it. I had no desire to talk to Lucas.
“You’re not going to answer that?” Samuel asked.
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“How would you feel if you kissed a girl and she got violently ill, puked on your boots, and ran off without a word?”
Samuel grimaced. “That’s a new one on me. He never gave you an explanation?”
“Nope. The wuss didn’t even send me a text.”
“Ouch.”
The music stopped.
Samuel peered out the back window of the ambulance and frowned. “That’s weird.”
“What’s weird?”
“We have a police escort,” Samuel replied.
“Huh? That is weird.” I pulled my cellphone out and dialed Frank’s number. The minute he answered, I asked, “What’s going on?”
“Evans’ six brothers showed up. They demanded we release him and arrest you for assault and inappropriate sexual conduct. When we refused, they attacked us.”
“Oh, my, God. That’s crazy. Anyone hurt?”
Samuel hit the speaker button on my phone.
“Nothing too serious, but they took Evans with them and shot out our tires.”
I frowned in confusion. “Why would they do that? What’s with this inappropriate sexual conduct? Like I would touch that fool. None of this makes any sense.”
“We found more human remains in the trunk of Evans’ patrol car,” Frank advised grimly.
“Well, that explains his crazy behavior. Was he looking for a place to bury them? If he was, he picked a piss-poor place to hide evidence.”
Samuel interjected, “Our squad has had dealings with the family before. They have a compound out Wickenburg way and they’re all military extremists.”
“That’s not the worst of it,” Frank growled. “While they were making their escape, they assaulted Ben and Fred and freed the chain-gang prisoners.”
I rubbed my aching forehead. “How in the hell did Evans ever get hired?”
“According to Sergeant Bergman, Evans’ father was a Maricopa County Bureau Chief who was in charge of human resources until he was fired for insubordination,” Frank replied.
I exhaled a long breath. “So, we all have targets on our backs now.”
“Pretty much,” Frank said.
The sirens cut off.
“We’re at the hospital.”
