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can feel it.
He dashed back behind a cluster of bushes, making sure he
could still everything. He thought about going back to town for
help, but quickly dismissed the idea. If
Casey’s here, I can’t leave her alone. How
am I going to get a look in the van and that building without the
guy seeing me?
The backs of
his legs started to throb, reminding him of his height and how
unhappy it was about being crouched down for so long.
The stranger
still stood in the exact same spot, shuffling through his photos.
Taylor carefully stretched his legs out in front of him at the same
time the stranger moved.
His massive
hand took hold of a long handled spoon that sat precariously on a
large pot on top of the wood stove. An unusual, yet familiar scent
wafted through the broken glass toward Taylor as he stirred the
pot. He’d smelled that scent before, but couldn’t for the life of
him put a name to it.
A twig snapped from behind him. Taylor wrenched his neck
trying to see without shifting. Someone is
out there and they’re headed this way. He
darted to the side of the cabin where he crouched down beside the
passenger door of the van.
He still had a
good view of the door to the cabin and the road he’d taken in. He
looked inside the van. Contrary to the paint chipped, rusted out
body, the inside was immaculate. There wasn’t as much as a speck of
dirt on the floor mats. Casey wasn’t inside.
The door to the
cabin flew open and banged against the side of the cabin. The man
in black carried the steaming pot by the handle. Although the pot
seemed made of cast iron and obviously full, he carried it with
ease. He walked over to a poorly constructed clothesline and set
down the pot. One by one he took the items of clothes from the pot
and hung them dripping from the line. The last item, a pink hooded
sweater Taylor recognized as Casey’s.
Why is he
washing her clothes?
Taylor tried to
get a glimpse of the psycho’s face. Between his high collar and
newly acquired toque he had pulled down low, Taylor couldn’t see
anything. Once the clothes were hung, he tipped over the pot and
lumbered over to the van. Its rusty hinges creaked as he opened the
door and slammed it shut behind him.
If he backs
out I’m screwed. If he pulls out, I just might have a chance, as
long as he doesn’t look in his mirrors.
The van clunked
and rolled away. Taylor dropped to the ground, and as soon as the
van passed him, he rolled in the direction of the small stone
building.
He sucked air through clenched teeth as he watched the van
drive out of sight. He then expelled his breath and stopped. MJ. There’s no way the freak won’t see her on his
way out.
He had to act
fast. A long steel bar wedged in metal braces held the door to the
stone house shut. He tried to pull it up. The bar was wedged in
tight. He planted his feet and pulled with all his strength.
Finally, he felt it give a little.
Chapter
Nine
In the same
moment he felt the iron give way, the sound of the van’s wheels
spitting gravel resounded in the air.
“ Fuck!” Taylor set off running around to the back of the stone
building. He kicked over a plastic pail and spilled its contents in
his path. His foot slid out from under him and he landed flat on
his ass in the middle of a slimy puddle of fowl
smelling…“Shit!”
He heaved in
disgust. Someone had been using the pail as a toilet. He scrambled
to his feet and stifled the urge to throw up. The van door slammed
shut, jolting him back to the now. Taylor pressed his putrid
smelling body flush against the cool stone.
“ I know you’re here,” shouted the stranger. “C’mon out and face
me you yellow bellied piece of scooter trash!”
Taylor’d never
in his life backed down from a fight, but he was no fool. He knew,
as much as he felt like running out and letting loose on the sick
fuck, the guy wasn’t playing with a full deck.
“ Jerry Cox.” A loud, amplified voice seemed to come from every
direction. “This is
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