She didn’t die when I shot her in the head on the banks of the Columbia, when I saw her standing with Sara. I should’ve shot her first! Used more bullets! He looked at the photo he had just received from Franklin McAlister, surveillance footage from Tampa Airport. He looked at the picture on the very tablet that McAlister asked Callan for again in the message. What is on this tablet? Callan recognized the attempt at a deal. McAlister had let him know that Alice was still alive as an offering. I’m not ready to make that deal yet. After leaving Oregon, he had returned to a former Quickie Mart he leased as part of his Gulf Coast gunrunning operation. From here, Callan’s men ran boats loaded with guns down to Mexico, trading them for drugs and bringing those back in, landing at different spots along the impoverished Louisiana coast. The market was in Venice, a town about an hour’s drive from New Orleans. The person who had named it that had either a very strong sense of irony or unbelievable optimism.
