He had called JJ ten minutes ago and the numb-nuts still hadn’t shown up in that fancied-up Firebird he called a police car. His chest hurt and he could feel pain settling into his shoulders. He hoped Murphy stepped on the gas and got there quick. This was his kind of stuff, not an old man’s job at all. Especially one with a bad ticker and a hundred extra pounds on him. He walked unsteadily to the stairs. He needed to get some yellow crime scene tape out of his trunk and then block the entrance to the gravel drive leading to the apartments. If that idiot nephew of his would get out here, he had things for him to do as well. County coroner’s office is taking their time, Johnson thought, just as he saw a cloud of dust rising at the entrance of the drive out near the main road. Better be you, JJ! JJ could see all the lights on in Samuels’s apartment. He knew his uncle was going to be pissed at him, but he couldn’t get there any quicker. He was over in Kentucky with a “friend”
