Chapter 66

“Good. First question. Where was Keir shot?”

“In front of my building. I told you that already,” Teague replied.

“No, I mean where was he hit?”

“Oh. In the chest. It missed his heart and spine, hit a lung, well you don’t need all the details. Hell—” Teague shook his head, “—I don’t have them myself. Needless to say, a few inches one way or the other and he’d be dead or paralyzed.”

Hoyt nodded. “Next question. Did he step in front of you?”

Teague cocked his head, obviously trying to picture what had happened. “No. We were side by side.”

“So you were both viable targets. Who was hit first?”

“Me,” Teague replied. “There were two shots. The first on winged me. The second one hit Keir dead on.”

“So…Okay. Paul Frye grew up in a small town. Do you know if he and his brothers hunted? That’s something that’s big in Faircrest and a lot of other small towns in the area.”

“Yeah, they did. They went out every deer season, as soon as they were old enough to use a gun.”