Quinn pulled opposite him, headed toward Jericho, and Wesley let down his window, Styrofoam spit cup in hand, and said, “You sure like waking me up at night. Is this going to become something regular?”“Anna Lee’s worried.”“You think maybe she just wanted a reason to call?” Wesley said. “I’d really prefer not getting in the dead center of this shit.”“You mind riding out there and checking up on him?”“Say, where’d you get that ole junker?” Wesley asked. “Where’s your truck?”“I borrowed it.”“We got an old car just like that in impound last week.”“No kidding.”Wesley eyed him for a long moment and spit some snuff out in the coffee cup. He nodded and said, “Fine, I’ll ride out there. But I think Anna Lee is twisting your pecker.”“You talk to Lillie tonight about the fire?”“Yes, sir.”“That’s a hell of a revelation.”Wesley nodded at him and played with the bill of his baseball cap, spitting again. “Quinn, you know anything about Keith Shackelford?”“I know he was Fourth Infantry.”“You know he’s a meth head and a professional fuckup?”“Said he was clean.”“He’s a freak show,”
