[Georgia 03] Fallen

provoked into a situation where deadly force was justified.”
    She shook her head. “Why are you coaching me? You hate when cops lie for each other.”
    “I’m not lying for you. I’m trying to make sure you keep your job.”
    “I don’t give a shit about my job. I just want to get my mother back.”
    “Then stick to what we just talked about. You won’t do anybody any good sitting in a jail cell.”
    He could read the shock in her eyes. As bad as things were right now, it had never occurred to her that they could get worse.
    There was a loud knock at the door. Will started to get up, but Mrs. Levy beat him to it. She sashayed down the hall with her arms swinging. He guessed she’d put Emma in one of the beds and hoped she’d thought to stack some pillows around her.
    Geary was the first to come in, then Amanda, then a couple of older-looking men, one black, one white. Both had bushy eyebrows, clean-shaven faces, and the kind of brass and ribbons on their chests that came from a glorious career of riding a desk. They were window dressing, here to make Geary look important. If he were a rap star, they would’ve been called a posse. Because he was a zone commander, they were called support staff.
    “Ma’am,” Geary mumbled to Mrs. Levy as he took off his hat. His boys followed suit, tucking their hats under their arms, just like the boss. Geary walked toward Faith, but the old woman stopped him.
    “Can I get y’all some tea or perhaps some cookies?”
    Geary snapped, “We’re conducting an investigation, not a tea party.”
    Mrs. Levy seemed unfazed. “Well, then. Please, make yourself at home.” She winked at Will before turning on her heel and heading back down the hallway.
    Geary said, “Stand up, Agent Mitchell.”
    Will felt his stomach tense as Faith stood. None of her earlier shakiness was on display, though her shirt was untucked and her hair was still a mess. She said, “I’m ready to make a statement if—”
    Amanda interrupted, “Your lawyer and a union rep are waiting at the station.”
    Geary scowled. He obviously didn’t care about Faith’s legal representation. “Agent Mitchell, you were told to wait for backup. I don’t know how they do it in the GBI, but the men on my force follow orders.”
    Faith glanced at Amanda, but told Geary evenly, “There was blood on the kitchen door. I saw a person inside the house. My mother’s S&W was missing. I feared there was an immediate threat to her life, so I went into the house to secure her safety.” She couldn’t have said it better if Will had supplied a script.
    Geary asked, “The man in the kitchen?”
    “He was dead when I entered the house.”
    “The one in the bedroom?”
    “He had my mother’s revolver pointed at another man’s head. I was protecting the life of the hostage.”
    “And the man in the yard?”
    “The hostage. He took the revolver after I shot the first man. The front door was breached and my attention was diverted. He ran into the backyard with the gun, which he fired at two young girls. I had my shot and I took it to save their lives.”
    Geary glanced at his brass window dressing as he decided what to do. The two men seemed unsure themselves, but ready to back up the boss without question. Will felt himself tense, because this was the part where things either went down hard or easy. Perhaps an overriding loyalty to Evelyn Mitchell persuaded the man to take a softer approach. He told Faith, “One of my officers will drive you to the station. Take a moment to collect yourself if you need to.”
    He started to put his hat back on, but Amanda stopped him.
    “Mike, I feel the need to remind you of something.” She gave him that same sweet smile as before. “The GBI has original jurisdiction over all drug cases in the state.”
    “Are you telling me you’ve found evidence that narcotics are a factor in these shootings?”
    “I’m not telling you much of anything, am I?”
    He glared at her as he put his hat back on. “Don’t think I’m not going to find out why you’ve been wasting my time.”
    “That sounds like a wonderful use of your resources.”
    Geary stomped toward the door, his minions scrambling after him. Outside, Sara was coming up the front porch steps. She quickly put her hands behind her back, hiding the blood sugar monitor she had borrowed.
    “Dr. Linton.” Geary took off his hat again. His men followed suit. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your name earlier.” Will