Brocket said calmly, “I’m going to shoot you.” John tried to impose control on himself. “Just listen. My wife and children are in terrible danger. Please check on them! I’ve never tried to kill anybody in my life. I’ve spent most of the day saving other people from being killed by this maniac, or anyway doing everything I could to keep it from happening. You just ask—” In his anxiety, he had forgotten her name. “You found her, didn’t you? At the farm? With the young boy? Save my family!” “Don’t worry about it,” Brocket said. “Now we got you, there won’t be any more trouble in this part of the state.” “I didn’t kill anybody! Or try to. Why would I? I’m not a criminal.” “Come on,” Brocket said, as the trooper behind the wheel started the car. “We got you now, and you’re not getting away. Might as well come clean. It’ll make you feel good, believe me.
