“There’s a mass murderer on the loose.”
“You didn’t forget already?” Ten Bears asked.
“No,” Annja said slowly. “I didn’t.”
“Let us professionals handle him. We do a bad
enough job without any help.”
She wasn’t sure quite how to take that. He seemed
like a man who, for all his cockeyed banter, took his
job very seriously. She also didn’t think his tongue
was more than halfway in his cheek, and wondered
just who wasn’t doing their job quite so well.
“One more thing before you go,” he told her as she
started for the door of his small office. “We got us
some young South Plains braves here in western
Oklahoma who don’t much like white-eyes. And they
play rough. Tempers are extra short right now since
some of them don’t like it that we got us a great big
new casino opening up in a few days.”
He laughed at her expression. “Don’t worry,” he said.
“They can’t fire me for calling them braves. Any more
than they can make us Indians call ourselves Native
Americans. That fight we won, anyway. Maybe it’s a
She had to laugh. She found herself liking the
lieutenant. “Maybe it is.”
But as she left she found herself thinking, I don’t believe
But there are plenty of things I don’t believe in that have a
nasty habit of turning up anyway….
Available July 13th, 2010, wherever books are sold.