We went through each shot fired at us and my return fire. The amount of blood left in the snow suggested kills of both shooters. The officers got in contact with the driver of the car I’d run off the road. The man claimed the black sedan left the driveway heading east within five minutes of Melissa, Callie, and I escaping. He also confirmed what I’d guessed—the car was a late-model Chevy Malibu. The local police department was on the lookout, and they put word out to the sheriffs covering the county. I sat in my sister’s kitchen, waiting on a call back from my old partner at the Milwaukee PD, Jim Gase. I dialed my father again, and he didn’t answer again. That wasn’t normal. I dialed information and had them put me through to the sheriff in Oconto County, where my parents lived. “Oconto County Sheriff’s Department non-emergency line. How can I help you?” “Hi. My name is Carl Kane. I’m a Tampa, Florida homicide lieutenant.
