Shadow Prey

tension, he pulled the trigger.
    There was a sharp pop and Yellow Hand went down like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Shadow Love had intended that the body fall into the river. Instead it landed on the concrete wall. It took a minute to get it off the edge, into the water.
    Yellow Hand’s shirt ballooned up around his body, supporting it, a white lump in the current. Then there was a bubble, and another, and Yellow Hand was gone.
    A traitor to the people. The man who’d put the hunter cop onto the Bluebird picture.
    While Leo Clark sat at a truck stop and wept, Shadow Love sat in the taco stand eating ravenously, hunched over his food like a wolf. His body sang with the kill.

CHAPTER
7
    Lucas worked on Drorg until four in the morning, and Daniel called at eight. When the phone rang, Lucas rolled onto his side, thrashing at the nightstand like a drowning swim-mer. He hit the phone and the receiver bounced on the floor, and he took another moment to find it.
    “Davenport? What the hell . . . ?”
    “Dropped the phone,” Lucas said sleepily. “What happened?”
    “They did another one. A federal judge in Oklahoma City.”
    “Shit.” Lucas yawned and sat up. “The way you’re talking, the killer got away.”
    “Yeah. He had braids, like . . .”
    “ . . . the guy who did Cuervo. So there had to be at least three of them, counting Bluebird.”
    “Yeah. Anderson’s getting everything he can out of the Oklahoma cops. And those pictures—we’re getting them at nine. We’ll meet in Wink’s office.”
    “No problems?”
    “Aw, we gotta go through the usual bullshit, but we’ll get them,” Daniel said.
    “Somebody ought to call Lily,” Lucas said.
    “My secretary’ll take care of it. There’s one more thing . . . .”
    “What?”
    “The feds are in it.”
    Lucas groaned. “Aw, no, please . . .”
    “Yeah. With both feet. Made the announcement an hour ago. I talked to the Minneapolis agent-in-charge and he says Lawrence Duberville Clay himself is taking a personal interest.”
    “Sonofabitch. Can we keep them off the street? Those guys could screw up a wet dream.”
    “I’ll suggest that they focus on intelligence, but it won’t work,” Daniel said. “Clay thinks he can ride the crime business into the attorney general’s job, and maybe the presidency. The papers are calling these killings ‘domestic terrorism.’ That’ll get him out here for sure, just like when he went out to Chicago on that dope deal, and L.A. for the Green Army bust. When he gets here, he’ll want some action.”
    “Fuck him. Let him find his own action.”
    “Try to be nice, all right? And in the meantime, let’s get these pictures from the Trib and start hammering the street. If we nail these cocksuckers, Lawrence Duberville won’t have any reason to come out.”
     
    They met with StarTribune executives in the office of Louis Wink, the paper’s bald-as-a-cueball editor. Harold Probst, the publisher, and Kelly Lawrence, the city editor, sat in. Lily arrived on Daniel’s arm; his elbow, Lucas noticed, was pressing Lily’s breast. Daniel wore a gray suit that was virtually a mirror image of Wink’s, and a self-satisfied smile. The meeting lasted ten minutes.
    “The reason I object is that it brings up the question of whether we’re an arm of the police. It damages our credibility,” said the round-faced Lawrence.
    “With who?” Lily asked heatedly. She was dressed in a rough silk blouse and another tweed skirt. She either had the world’s best complexion or did the world’s best makeup, Lucas thought.
    “With people on the street,” said the city editor.Lawrence was wearing a rumpled cotton dress that was just the wrong color of blue for her eyes. Lily looked so much better that Lucas wished she’d waited outside.
    “Oh, bullshit,” Lily snapped. “You have this great big goddamned building full of yuppies in penny loafers and you’re worried about damaging your reputation with street people? Jesus H. Christ on a crutch.”
    “Take it easy,” Lucas said soothingly. “She’s right. It’s a sensitive question.”
    “We wouldn’t even ask, if the crimes weren’t so horrendous. They killed a federal judge last night; butchered him. They killed one of the brightest up-and-coming politicians in the country and two people here,” Daniel said in a syrupy voice. He turned to Lily. “The fact is, the press is in a very delicate situation.”
    He turned back to Wink and