Chapter 78

“Thanks. I’ll be in touch.”

One-Mile nodded at the colonel, then shook hands with Jack Cole. Admittedly the guy hadn’t said much…but he had a weird feeling the cagey Cajun was actually running the show. Then he sent Forsythe a head bob. “See you around.”

As he turned for the door, eager to get back to Brea, the other guy jogged to catch up. “Hey. I know exactly one person here. You. Got time for a beer? We could talk shop.”

He peered at the late-afternoon sun. Brea had said to come back tonight. How long did seniors’ Bible study last? Since he had no flipping clue, he shrugged. “Why the hell not?”

Forsythe flashed him a movie-star smile. “You turned out all right, Serial Killer.”

“Verdict is still out on you, Jock Strap,” he teased.

Trevor laughed. “So where do you get a decent beer in this swamp?”

“Follow me.”

One-Mile hopped in his Jeep and waited for the other guy to follow in what seemed like his rented sedan. All the while, questi