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"What’s left of hiht? We can’t seeot here a few irlfriend, and juht in I…don’t know o into the house?"
"No," Crow said and then felt a hand clamp around his heart "Val’s family--"
"Her brother and sister-in-law are on their way to the hospital Nothing serious"
Croas relieved for a second, and then realized that the cop hadn’t said anything about Val’s father
"What about Henry--Val’s dad?" His head was pounding as he tried to re Val had tried to tell him "Jesus Christ! I think he’s out in the cornfield I think he’s hurt!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! No…oh, Christ, I don’t know…send souys out there!"
The cops looked at hi orders
Crow’s body felt like a single huge bruise and his head iether he felt hiht in his fist, and he gave it a shake "Terry--"
Bending close, Terry said, "Yeah…?"
"Find…Henry!" And then the darkness wrapped itself completely around hihed in frustration and disgust "Okay, fellas, take hiet to the hospital, tell the up the tab for all this Oh, and tell Dr Weinstock that I want him to call me the moment--and I do ery" He glared at the a every inch of his ot that?"
They nodded curtly
"Good, now get a move on"
The ambulance left in as much of a hurry as safety would allow, and Terry watched theeant Ferro The detective was speaking in low, fast tones with LaMastra and looked up as Terry hurried over
"How’s your friend?" Ferro asked
"He passed out and they’re taking hi more about what happened?"
"More or less He and one of your bad guys went toe-to-toe Crow says he beat the h from what he said and the way he looks, it was a close call"
"Then it must have been Boyd who Jerry Head saw run off into the corn," LaMastra said "If your buddy had gone up against Ruger we’d be scraping him up with a spatula"
Terry half smiled "Maybe, and uy, but he’s just about as tough as they cohter, is he?" asked LaMastra
"Very I could tell you stories--"
"Maybe later," Ferro interrupted "What else did he say?"
"Oh, he said that he shot the other er--or whoever--had run off into the fields He thinks the guy was hit four or five tirunted "Officer Head also fired at the suspect but isn’t sure if he hit hiave him a cursory look, and it appeared that the suspect fit the description of Karl Ruger"
"Nah, had to have been Boyd," LaMastra repeated, shaking his head
"Either way," Ferro said gluubrious as an undertaker’s, "the e and at the o"
"Mr Crow ht he’d hit him that many ti taken some hits himself, Mr Croouldn’t have been able to really tell And Jerry was firing frohty feet?"
"More likely he earing body aret hold of it these days The shots ht had knocked the wind out of hiotten up and run off"
Reluctantly, Terry had to agree
The three men looked at each other for a while and then looked away into the er are still out there," Terry said softly "And so is Henry Guthrie"
Ferro sniffed and pointed his chin at the darkened corn "We’re co those fields now If Mr Guthrie--or anyone else--is out there, we’ll find him"
They stood there in silence for a while as the cops and criators and paramedics swarmed around them, and neither they nor all of the dozens of cops, techs, or EMTs saw the sliuitar slung over one shoulder standing by the edge of the cornfield Every ti flashed, the shadows it cast of the tall corn fell not on hile" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>