Elliot leaned over the body of Councilman Dennis Lee Arnold and sighed. They were most likely not going to get their questions answered now. His neck was snapped, no doubt broken in the moment of impact.
But Elliot couldn’t find it in himself to feel much regret.
Arnold would have killed Annie tonight. That it was him at the bottom of these stairs instead was a minor miracle. One he wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.
The sounds of sirens echoed through the distance.
Elliot secured the .38 that had landed near the man’s open hand, then left him at the bottom of the stairs.
He just hoped to hell that Carl Buchanan pulled through. The older man hadn’t deserved this.
Elliot hurried back up the stairs in time to see Annie pressing a dishtowel to an open wound on Carl’s back.
The older man had always been kind and helpful to Elliot. To Gabby when their paths had crossed.
To see him like this…He hoped to hell that Dennis Lee was the only bastard involved in this tonight. If not…
Elliot wasn’t going to stop hunting.
He was damned tired of his city being the center of so much pain and chaos. There were less than sixty thousand people in his city.
The number of crimes, especially violent ones, shouldn’t be as high as they were.
And it was his job to do something about it.
“How is he doing?”
“I don’t know. He shot him twice,” Annie said, tightly. Elliot took a quick moment to study her.
Her eye was swelling. Her lip was split. He recognized the signs of someone being struck. Dennis Lee Arnold had hurt her.
No doubt to hurt Turner from some sick sort of revenge. “Why did he do it, Annie?”
He was so damned glad to see her pretty blue eyes looking at him now. She would recover. He had no doubt that Gabby and her friends would help see to that.
He just hoped Carl Buchanan would, as well.