10:37 by Jacqueline Druga

Author:Jacqueline Druga [Druga, Jacqueline]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: BA
Published: 2017-07-18T23:00:00+00:00

TWENTY – ONWARD

It took a while for Judd to get it together. He felt like an utter failure. He nearly lost Dawson. Granted there was no way for him to know the street would break, but then again, had he paid any attention to the warning signs in the book, he wouldn’t have gone further.

Moving water means danger.

Still, Dawson fell down that hole and had it not been for the heroism of the mute Tire Man, Dawson would have died.

Judd wasn’t sure Tire Man understood what he did exactly. After setting down Dawson, the big guy stepped back. Judd didn’t know how to react. He still didn’t trust Tire Man, hero or not. Something was missing in his eyes. A soul, a conscious, something. No matter how good the dead, Judd wouldn’t allow himself to trust him. He nodded a thank you, but then after embracing Dawson, he hurried through the rain to get to Mr. Westerman’s house to get the truck and boat. Dawson didn’t say much, just ‘thanks and wow you’re cool’. Judd didn’t tell him that it was Tire Man that pulled him out. He would, just not now.

Judd felt a little silly getting the boat. After all, it was just rain, and really, where would they be going that it would get so flooded that they’d need to float their way to Branson?

However, something inside of Judd told him they needed the boat, it wouldn’t hurt. If they didn’t need it and were wasting gas, then he’d simply ditch it. If they did end up needing it, at least Judd knew how to man it.

He was right. The rain had washed away the gross remnants of Mr. Westerman and his lawnmower incident. All that remained was his lower torso and left arm. Apparently, Mr. Westerman was going on a fishing trip. The twenty foot, aluminum motor boat was secure on its trailer and hitched to the Chevy four by four.

A cooler was in the back of the truck, but it wasn’t full. The fishing gear was in there, but the keys were not.

They had to find them.

“You okay buddy?” Judd asked. “Wanna just stay near the garage and I’ll check the house?”

“You should check Mr. Westerman.”

“I am not checking Mr. Westerman. Besides, there’s nothing left.”

“You have his legs.” Dawson corrected him.

“Just stay put,” Judd told him and walked into the basement door.

Dawson didn’t listen, he followed.

“Does he have a wife?” Judd asked. “Just wanting to be prepared. You know, for another body.”

“No. He lived alone.”

“Good.”

“Except when his son came over, then he wasn’t alone. But I don’t see his son’s car.”

“Just help me look for the keys.”

“I still say …” Dawson stopped speaking.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Listen. It stopped raining.”

Judd lifted his head, peering up to the ceiling. He didn’t hear the rain. The faint sound of rolling thunder was still present, but for the time being, it had stopped pouring down.

As if he weren’t in debate enough about the boat, the lack of rain made Judd really wonder if they should take such a gas hog as the truck.

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