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Authors: James Roy Daley
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Being older, he could see right through this stuff. Didn’t she know that? Dan cleared his throat. “I’ll give you the tour later. Right now I want to do the basement thing.”
He went straight for the basement door and made his way down the stairs, not giving her a chance to debate the matter. He was fast; quickness was his polite defense.
Cameron followed.
Smiling, Roger said, “Any luck?” He was sitting at the edge of the hole, eager to descend.
Dan shook his head. “Not really. We found a couple balls in the garage but they wouldn’t be helpful. Too heavy. Things wouldn’t be better, just different.”
“Oh.”
“You know,” Cameron said, looking at Roger inquisitively. “I have an umbrella in my car. Maybe we could use it like a parachute.”
“Naw,” Roger said. “I just wanna go down there. Screw the umbrella.” He held the flashlight, now wrapped inside nine strategically placed sponges. “I’ll carry this bad-boy as far as I can, then I’ll drop it.”
Dan picked a flashlight off the floor and slid it between his belt and his jeans.
The doorbell rang.
Roger laughed. “Who could that be?”
Daniel laughed too. “Damned if I know. I didn’t tell anyone I was here, and Sandra’s working ‘til Friday… so, who knows?” He shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll be back in a second.”
“Don’t be long,” Cameron said with a naughty smile.
Dan returned the smile with the naughtiness removed. Wow, he thought, turning away. She never quits.
11
Nicolas had watched Cameron and Daniel interacting in the garage. He was standing near the window, listening to their conversation through the glass. He caught some of what they were saying, and he didn’t like what he was hearing. They seemed friendly, t oo friendly, in his opinion. He whispered, “What am I going to do about this?”
This was a tough situation, one he didn’t care for at all. But what could he do?
He considered shooting the man and taking Cameron to his home immediately. Problem was, he knew there was somebody else inside the house, maybe even two or three somebodies.
What would happen when the shotgun blasted?
Those somebodies will come out, that’s what! They’ll come running, wanting to know what the fuss is about. What then? Do I shoot ‘em? Do I shoot ‘em all? Is that my plan… or is that PLAN B?
A tough spot all right. Very tough.
He allowed Cameron and the man to finish their conversation and return indoors without incident, which seemed smart.
Play it cool , he told himself. If I play it cool, the visitors will go home and I’ll be able to deal with Cameron, alone. That way, things will run smoothly.
A new idea came: maybe Cameron will want to come to my place .
That was a possibility.
She’ll want to…
But what if more people arrive? What if the house becomes a party house? What then? Do I join the party? Go home? Wait for Cameron to step outside and smash her head open with a rock?
Waiting seemed dangerous.
Nicolas considered walking in, blasting everyone in sight and taking the girl. It was a reasonable thing to do. It was practical and rational, fast and fun… but was it right?
He let the idea swish around awhile.
He had never done anything so bold before, so dangerous––walking inside and killing everyone. Wow . That was risky.
But it would be fun.
There will be trouble afterwards, guaranteed. The cops will be snooping. Might as well face the facts and figure the angles before inviting the weight of world to drop by for a visit.
Nicolas spat on the wall and watched the liquid roll down the wood. He put a finger in the wet spot, drew a happy face, crept into the shadows, and lifted the shotgun.
Somebody new was approaching.
Nicolas released a twisted grin. And as he squeezed the shotgun tight, his eyes turned to slits.
12
Standing on the step with a hand on each hip was Dan’s good friend, Patrick Love. Pat was a good kid, twenty-three years old, friendly.
He went straight for the basement door and made his way down the stairs, not giving her a chance to debate the matter. He was fast; quickness was his polite defense.
Cameron followed.
Smiling, Roger said, “Any luck?” He was sitting at the edge of the hole, eager to descend.
Dan shook his head. “Not really. We found a couple balls in the garage but they wouldn’t be helpful. Too heavy. Things wouldn’t be better, just different.”
“Oh.”
“You know,” Cameron said, looking at Roger inquisitively. “I have an umbrella in my car. Maybe we could use it like a parachute.”
“Naw,” Roger said. “I just wanna go down there. Screw the umbrella.” He held the flashlight, now wrapped inside nine strategically placed sponges. “I’ll carry this bad-boy as far as I can, then I’ll drop it.”
Dan picked a flashlight off the floor and slid it between his belt and his jeans.
The doorbell rang.
Roger laughed. “Who could that be?”
Daniel laughed too. “Damned if I know. I didn’t tell anyone I was here, and Sandra’s working ‘til Friday… so, who knows?” He shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll be back in a second.”
“Don’t be long,” Cameron said with a naughty smile.
Dan returned the smile with the naughtiness removed. Wow, he thought, turning away. She never quits.
11
Nicolas had watched Cameron and Daniel interacting in the garage. He was standing near the window, listening to their conversation through the glass. He caught some of what they were saying, and he didn’t like what he was hearing. They seemed friendly, t oo friendly, in his opinion. He whispered, “What am I going to do about this?”
This was a tough situation, one he didn’t care for at all. But what could he do?
He considered shooting the man and taking Cameron to his home immediately. Problem was, he knew there was somebody else inside the house, maybe even two or three somebodies.
What would happen when the shotgun blasted?
Those somebodies will come out, that’s what! They’ll come running, wanting to know what the fuss is about. What then? Do I shoot ‘em? Do I shoot ‘em all? Is that my plan… or is that PLAN B?
A tough spot all right. Very tough.
He allowed Cameron and the man to finish their conversation and return indoors without incident, which seemed smart.
Play it cool , he told himself. If I play it cool, the visitors will go home and I’ll be able to deal with Cameron, alone. That way, things will run smoothly.
A new idea came: maybe Cameron will want to come to my place .
That was a possibility.
She’ll want to…
But what if more people arrive? What if the house becomes a party house? What then? Do I join the party? Go home? Wait for Cameron to step outside and smash her head open with a rock?
Waiting seemed dangerous.
Nicolas considered walking in, blasting everyone in sight and taking the girl. It was a reasonable thing to do. It was practical and rational, fast and fun… but was it right?
He let the idea swish around awhile.
He had never done anything so bold before, so dangerous––walking inside and killing everyone. Wow . That was risky.
But it would be fun.
There will be trouble afterwards, guaranteed. The cops will be snooping. Might as well face the facts and figure the angles before inviting the weight of world to drop by for a visit.
Nicolas spat on the wall and watched the liquid roll down the wood. He put a finger in the wet spot, drew a happy face, crept into the shadows, and lifted the shotgun.
Somebody new was approaching.
Nicolas released a twisted grin. And as he squeezed the shotgun tight, his eyes turned to slits.
12
Standing on the step with a hand on each hip was Dan’s good friend, Patrick Love. Pat was a good kid, twenty-three years old, friendly.
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