Chapter 149

“Hardin here,” the detective said.

“It’s me. Quinn. We have a visitor. A very stupid but determined one.”

“Mrs. Holt, I presume.”

“Yes,” Quinn replied. “She’s alive, but down.”

“You called 911, I hope.”

“Did.”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

Quinn was more than a bit surprised when two squad cars arrived seconds later, running lights—which he saw through the window—but not sirens. Officers got out, gesturing directions as they approached the house.

Holstering his gun, Quinn went to the front door, keeping his arms well away from his sides. “I’m the owner,” he called out. “My husband and the shooter are inside.”

“Shooter?” one officer asked.

“Yeah. I told the dispatcher.”

“We’re responding because your alarm went off and the security company alerted us.”

“Because we never got the chance to disarm it. Anyway, if you’ll follow me.” Quinn led the way to where Brent was keeping an eye on Mrs. Holt.