Yeah, you would have just shot him, and a witness could have sent you away for a long time. What are you doing? Stone asked. Three cups of coffee later Nestor was still shaking her head. Area 51? Really? I found nothing and Skully didnt interrupt. Now I wanted to find out who hed been talking to. I cant do that. The second twenty minutes were all Jess. She sounded sane, judicious and full of the kind of quick detail that impresses the electorate. Devine climbed the stairs and knocked on Tapshaws door. Devine turned the corner and neared a sliver of an opening between two buildings where a Dumpster and lines of trash and recycling bins were kept. This must be the place the ass-hole had been referring to. Beyond these articles, a brick wall faced him. Yeah, Hallahan said, a familiar weariness in his voice, the weariness that all operatives feel working with the Ted Bradshaws of politics. Yeah, you looked great. They drove in silence until Mason came to the parking lot. This was ONeill turf, the land of lost souls. Every face in the place hinted at a story that would either break your heart or scare the shit out of you or both. Old, young, working class or homeless-looking needed — at a minimum — dentists, barbers and social workers. They rode the rest of the way in silence. The smallest Ive got is a ten. What? And we have the shell casing! Dino crowed. His cell phone rang, and he answered it. Bacchetti. He listened for a moment. “How many times was she shot? Oh. Thanks, keep up the good work.” He hung up. Its the only way to get to thetruth, Michelle. If there were another way, Id do it..