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“If only”

He laughed My partner, the good cop

Conklin fed the three letters Grant had given us into the mobile data terminal, while I watched the street Five squad cars pulled out into the night, leaving two cruisers behind to protect the not-guilty s

Conklin whistled through his teeth as the software ran all the plate combinations with the letters WXL in San Francisco

“Got a Land Rover with a WYL,” he said

“Registered to?”

“Cary Woodhouse, of all people Could be his plate or just pretty damn close to it”

We knew that Woodhouse had lost his wife in the Sci-Tron explosion and had threatened Connor Grant inside a packed courtroom

“If Woodhouse did the drive-by, he wasted no time,” I said “What can we find out about him?”

Conklin tapped the keys and said, “He’s a career soldier Christ, the guy’s an actual hero Desert Storm”

While I stared up at Grant’s shot-out bedrooot three letters off the probable shooter’s plate Two of the this was harass If the shooter had seriously wanted to kill Grant, he could have coh the front door Cheap locks

, no cameras”

Brady’s voice ca Conklin he’d put out an APB on the vehicle in question and that he wanted us to drive to the Woodhouse residence

“Report back,” said Brady

A CSI van rolled up to Grant’s house and parked I got out of Conklin’s car, walked over to the van, and spoke to George Campbell, a forraveyard shift We talked about the shots fired, and I asked his