the window.
Julie tried to put things together. A sketchy recollection of a truck, a guy.
âYou were forced off the road andââ
âWait, wait. I got it.â She sat up in her bed as Todd came back to the chair. âSome clown followed me, then pushed and forced me into a ditch or something, right?â
Todd seemed amused. âYeah, go on.â
âYouâre a prick, you know that? We were going on a case, in separate cars.â
Todd held up his hand. âWe were going to lunch, in separate cars.â
Now she had it. The guy in the pickup followed her.
âThe kid who owned the truck had a perfect alibi.â Toddâs voice soothed her. âHe was on a flight from Chicago, parked in the airport lot, it all checked out. He put his parking stub in his overhead visor, typicalââ
âThe guy tried to kill me, Todd.â
âHow do you figure?â
âHe came up too close behind me. When I signaled him by, he dropped back instead.â
âWonder why?â
âThat bastard, âcause we were coming up on that little farming burg. Ah, what the heckâs the name.â Sheâd gone blank again. âHe waited until I sped up. I drifted off, thinking about lunch or something.â
âDid you recognize him? Maybe some guy we busted holding a grudge, disgruntled con, anything?â
Julieâs memory played tricks on her. She didnât know if she should mention the face in the window. And was there a gun? âWho was the first one there?â
âPeople were standing around looking at your car.There was an EMT guy, but I would say I was the first one down next to you in your vehicle.â
Julie thought about the man with the baseball cap. âYou see anything around the car, like wet footprints?â
âNah, it was all torn up. Mud, glass.â
She still saw his image in her rearview mirror. âHe came down and looked into, I think, the side window. That water from the ditch soaked his trousers. Did you hold my head out of the water?â
Todd nodded. âYes.â
âI was somewhat cockheaded trying to keep my nose above water, but he looked at me and grinned.â She sighed, looking at all the dressings on her. âWe need a good sketch artist.â
âHow much longer are you going to be in here?â
âNot long, I hope.â
âIâm going to bring that fellowâyou know, the fat one that works for the county. You guys see if you can come up with an image. You sure about this being deliberate?â
âPositive.â
âIâll be back with him later today.â Todd got up to leave. âGlad youâre back among the living.â He shuffled out as if there were more he wanted to say.
Todd was a good man. Too young for serious consideration, but still a heck of a guy.
A day nurse stage whispered from the door. âYou have a visitor. Itâs after hours, but Iâll bend the rules. Plus, he looks important. Keep it short, okay?â
Captain Walker appeared in the doorway. âHowâs our budding race car driver doing?â
âIâll let you know in a week or so,â Julie said, smiling. âNo broken bones, slight concussion, a few scrapes. Aggravated my leg again. Nothing too serious. Thanks for dropping by, Captain.â
âCanât stay long, I came up yesterday morning, but you were out cold.â He removed his hat. âIâve got a couple people checking your past cases. Devlin told me both of you discussed whether this scumbag driver might have been a guy you had arrested. Did the sketch artist come up with anything?â
Julie shrugged. âWe got an image of a guy in a cap and dark glasses with a shit-eating grin. Looks like a couple dozen guys I see every day.â
Walker took a couple paces across the room and then back. âWe find this guy, thereâs gonna be some serious asskicking. You need anything?