“Did they find the truck?”
She shook her head.
“I think I might have wounded the driver,” said Decker as he touched his forehead and felt the bandage there. “I placed three shots in the windshield right in front of the driver’s seat.”
“State police are checking it all out. Dollars to donuts we’ll be able to find the truck. So who do you think it was?”
Decker sat up a little. “Someone who either followed me to Trammel or picked up the tail after I left Mitzi Gardiner’s house.”
“And how did that go?”
Decker filled her in on his interview.
“You think she was telling the truth?”
“Almost nobody tells the entire truth. They slant facts to make themselves look better or blameless, or both.”
“Sounds like she’s really turned her life around, though,” said Lancaster, a bit wistfully.
“Which means she has a lot to lose potentially,” countered Decker.
“You think she called somebody after you left?”
“I guess you can pull her phone records and check. Although it would be a little obvious if as soon as I leave her somebody tries to kill me. She has to know she’d be on the suspect radar.”
“And with her new, chic life, she might not have ready access to hired killers.”
“They might have just wanted to warn me off, not kill me.”
She looked him over. “I think you need to rethink that. From what I heard, you almost got French-fried in your car.”
“Itwasclose,” conceded Decker. “Any developments on your end?”
“None worth mentioning.”
“Well, this attempt on my life tells us one thing,” said Decker.
“What’s that?”
“It seems that Meryl Hawkins was telling the truth.”