He caught the ball with both hands, then pulled it close to his chest, just as Savich had taught him.“Way to go, champ.”Savich had moved the small entry table to the dining room, so there wasn’t much left to destroy. It was dark outside, and it was, after all, football season, so what were he and Sean to do? He laughed at Astro, who saw his job as getting the football away from Sean if Savich wouldn’t give it to him. He was leaping up, trying to grab it with his teeth.Sherlock said, her voice low, since Sean seemed to be all ears since his fifth birthday, “Ann Marie Slatter is saying when Kirsten heard those two men mocking Bruce Comafield’s death, she just pulled her gun out of her jacket and shot them right there in the diner.”Savich said after he tossed another football to Sean, “There’s something she didn’t do that I’ll admit surprises me—”“She didn’t murder Ann Marie, and Kirsten knew she’d talk to the cops as soon as she got herself together again.”“Exactly.”
