“You want me to call 911?” Brody asked. “Also, I really hope that badge you showed me was real, dude, because otherwise I got two dead guys to explain.”
“I really am,” Quinn said. “And no, I reckon I can patch Jimmy up well enough, don’t you, Jimmy?”
Jimmy stared at him, narrow-eyed.
“And while I do,” Quinn said, “we’re going to have a little talk.”
* * * *
Quinn and Brody dealt with Jimmy. Aaron leaned against the police cruiser and stared at Uncle Will. Uncle Will was sitting down now, his legs stretched out in front of him and his hands still cuffed behind his back. He looked like the man Aaron had known, and trusted, his whole life. Aaron stared at him, waiting for his familiar mask to fall away and reveal something else underneath, but it was just Uncle Will. The same Uncle Will as always, and wasn’t that the kicker? Aaron had loved this man, considered him family, and invited him into his house.
“Did you set my dad up?” he asked at last, his voice rasping.