In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead: A Dave Robicheaux Novel - Plot & Excerpts
the next morning so there would be no mistake about my status with the department: I was suspended without pay. Indefinitely. It was 7 A.M. and already hot and muggy when Rosie Gomez and I pulled up in front of Red's Bar in her automobile. The white Buick was still parked across the street. The bar was locked, the blinds closed, the silver sides of the house-trailer entrance creaking with heat.We walked back and forth in front of the building, feeling dents in the tin, scanning the improvised rain gutters, even studying the woodwork inside the door jamb. "Could the bullets have struck a car or the pickup truck you took cover behind?" she said. "Maybe. But I didn't hear them." She put her hands on her hips and let her eyes rove over the front of the bar again. Then she lifted her hair off the back of her neck. There was a sheen of sweat above the collar of her blouse. "Well, let's take a look at the Buick before they tow it out of here," she said. "I really appreciate your doing this, Rosie." "You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?" "Who knows?" "Yeah, you would." She punched me on the arm with her little fist. We walked across the dirt street to the Buick.
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