Plastic Gods, A Rich Coleman Novel Vol 2
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When they were a safe distance away from the crime scene, Bill called me to fill me on what had happened.
“Rich. The witness is safe.”
“Thank God,” I said. “Get her to Washington as soon as possible. I think I’ve convinced Senator Goss to see us. He’s interested in the Day-Timer.”
“Well, I may have some additional evidence too. I’ve got Hans Schultz’ wallet and suitcase. I haven’t had a chance to go through it, but there might be something in there that would be useful.”
“How did you manage that?” I asked.
“We caught him eavesdropping and he pulled a gun and started shooting. Paula killed him.”
The news of Hans Schultz' death gave me pause. He had no doubt killed Lynn and Lori. I was relieved he was dead but there was no joy in my heart. The man responsible for their death and my son’s incarceration was still at large. There would be other goons just like Schultz as long as Frank Hill had position and power at his disposal. He had to be stopped. He had to be punished, and he had to be humiliated in front of the whole world so others like him would get a message. Their days of ravaging and pillaging the American people were over.
“Another demon falls into the pits of hell.”
“Yeah, unfortunately he had a friend,” Bill said, “who shot Roxanne’s bodyguard. I hope she’s still alive.”
“Is Paula okay?”
“Yes, thank God.”
“Well, call me when you’ve had a chance to look through Schultz’ things.”
“I will. I've already found something you might find useful.”
“What’s that?”
“Frank Hill’s private cell phone number.”
I laughed in sheer joy. “Oh yes. I’ve wanted to give that bastard a piece of my mind.”