Matt rubbed his face. His arm felt like it was on fire and his head had a determined drummer playing taps on the inside of his skull. No Hayes. No Dani. A dead cop and a shooter nursing his equipment.
“Dani do it?”
Alice looked up from her notebook. “That’d be my guess. He isn’t talking yet.”
“No, I don’t suppose he is.” Matt tried to remember how long it took, but was too tired. He wasn’t in the zone anymore. He hadn’t stopped the main bad guy. He hadn’t even stopped this bad guy. The romance writer had. The world wasn’t a slightly better place. There would still be a boat load of paperwork to fill out. There was no justice in this world for the just. Maybe this was a sign he should retire. He was too old to be staking out a mall. A mall. Made him twitch just thinking about it. It was
