Chapter 68

“It’s Jameson, Kilroy.”

“Sorry, Mr. Jameson. I didn’t recognize the number.”

Eric grunted. “There was a shooting in your fair city earlier today, in front of a Home Depot.”

“Right. So sad. Jack Jackson was DOS.”

“You knew him?” That wasn’t going to be good if he did.

“Lemme just say I knew ofhim. Man ran a construction company. Did some work for my brother-in-law. He’s a faggot.”

“I beg your pardon? Your brother-in-law?” Was Kilroy losing it? Why would Eric care—

“Jackson. He’s queer. Wasqueer. Now he’s gone, and I say good riddance. Too bad that partner of his wasn’t with him. Then we could have gotten rid of two of ’em at one shot.” Kilroy laughed sourly. “The last thing we need in this country is more fags. So, what can I do you for, Mr. Jameson?”

“I understand there was another victim.”

“Huh? You mean the woman who was hit by a car? She’s been sent up to St. Mark’s ICU. It doesn’t look good. I understand her husband was sent for.”