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The Last Kind Word (Mac McKenzie 10)

David Housewright

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The handcuffs weren’t particularly tight, yet they pinned et comfortable Eventually I was able to ainst the rear door of the deputy’s patrol car, the other rested against the back of the seat, and led my butt, but it didn’t help The seat was made of hard vinyl so that it could be easily cleaned--it wasn’t meant to be cushy My fellow prisoner, his hands also cuffed behind his back, balanced on the edge of the seat and stared straight ahead with glassy and unseeing eyes He looked walking-dead drunk However, since he had spent the past few days in the Raents, I was betting on mild shock

I turned my head to look out theand watched a chunk of real estate whiz past, mostly forest We weren’t in the North Woods of Minnesota quite yet, although ere headed that way

"Deputy," I said He glanced at h his rearview mirror "What time is it?"

His smile made me think he used one of those teeth whiteners advertised on TV

"What do you care, Dyson?" he asked "Got somewhere you need to be?"

"Humor me," I said

"Eleven thirty-five"

I continued staring out the