11 - Silent Scream by Karen Rose

Author:Karen Rose [Rose, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, thriller, Romance, Suspense, Crime, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9780446538374
Google: Alg2Mw-lyiwC
Amazon: 0446538361
Publisher: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Published: 2010-05-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Tuesday, September 21, 1:15 p.m.

David woke abruptly, but didn’t move a muscle. Tensed, he listened, then heard it again. The rustling of papers out in the living room of Glenn’s cabin.

Someone is here. The sun was high in the sky outside his bedroom window. He’d only been asleep a few hours. Rolling soundlessly to his feet, he crept to the door and looked out. From here he could see nothing, but he could hear the opening of drawers.

Call 911. But Glenn had only one land line, in the kitchen. And my cell’s sitting next to it, charging. Stupid. Glenn had a rifle, but it was out in the living room. Where it does me no good at all. He stood in nothing but his boxers, no weapon and no phone.

A robber? Then his mind finally fully woke. That glass ball. Goddamn reporters. One of them must have found out where he was. He tilted his head to better hear. More drawers were opened, more papers rustled. Whoever it was, was looking for something. But what?

He slipped through the door, grateful that the carpet on the floor muffled his footsteps. His heart was racing as his mind pictured what could be waiting.

The living room came into view and he stopped, assessed, barely breathing.

A man stood at Glenn’s desk, rifling through papers. He was at least as tall as David, lean and wiry. It was hard to tell his age, but he wasn’t very young, nor old. Most importantly, there was a gun tucked into the man’s waistband. Shit.

David’s laptop sat on top of a stack of mail he’d forgotten to take back to Glenn last night. Shit. The realization was like a swift kick in the gut. The laptop had been on the table next to his bed. The man had been in his room while he slept.

Intent in his search, the man hadn’t heard him yet, which was a good sign. Watching the man going through Glenn’s things, David visualized what he would do, then moved, closing the distance between them in two swift leaps.

The man reached for his gun at David’s first footfall. But David got there first, taking him down, his hand capturing the man’s in a wristlock. The man flailed, but David tightened his hold. It was a painful hold, as he well knew, from all those times Paige’s self-defense students had practiced it on him.

“If you move, I will break your hand and then your fucking neck,” David hissed, his heart pounding to beat all hell. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

The man’s eyes were wild. Crazy wild. “Get off me. You bastard.”

“No fucking way.” He took the gun, appalled that his hand shook, while the man bucked wildly. David reversed the wrist hold, bending the guy’s arm behind him. A string of vile curses spewed and David held the lock.

He was breathing more evenly now, the initial terror over. “Who are you?”

“Go to hell,” the man gasped, quivering now. This close David could see he was in his thirties.

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