Apocalypse Law 4 by John Grit

Apocalypse Law 4 by John Grit

Author:John Grit
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Men's Adventure, Genre Fiction, Action & Adventure, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 1494237954
Published: 2013-11-19T07:00:00+00:00


Chapter 19

Deni slept on a couch in the living room of an abandoned home. It was two o’clock in the morning, and she was dead to the world after a long hard day. Despite her deep sleep, the sound of distant screams managed to wake her. She jumped up with her rifle in hand. Running to the back door, she peered out the window, but couldn’t see where the sound was coming from. Another scream sliced through the dark night. Her mind groggy, she unlocked the door and swung it open. Leading with her M4, she walked barefoot out onto the wet grass. A popping sound from somewhere in the neighborhood echoed in the gray fog, like a gunshot or a firecracker, followed by more screams. She couldn’t tell where it came from.

After running back inside, she snatched up her radio from the coffee table. “Shots fired in the neighborhood. Is anyone on it?”

The radio squelched, and a voice came back, “This is Foster, Sergeant. We’ve got teams coming in from three directions. I’ll report back once we know something. You might as well stay where you are and get some rest. Foster over.”

“You do that,” Deni said. “Report back to me in fifteen minutes. Heath out.”

She sat down on the couch and rubbed her eyes, thinking she might try to get a little more sleep before the radio call came in. It took her all of 5 seconds to kill that thought. She slipped on her socks and boots. By the time Private Foster called back, she had rousted three soldiers and the four of them were in a HUMVEE heading in the direction she had heard the gunshots and screams.

Private Foster spoke over the radio. “It’s a bad one. One dead woman. Shot in the chest.”

“Just a woman?” Deni asked. “No children?”

“No one else in the house. Looks like a kid did live here, though. A little girl.”

One of the soldiers swore under his breath.

Deni barked a series of orders over the air, starting with Foster. “Get your men outside and search the area around the house. Look for a blood trail – anything.”

Capt. Donovan broke in after she requested that the entire neighborhood be cordoned off. “We’re on it, Sergeant. Get to the scene and supervise, while I make sure no vehicle gets out of the area and no one sneaks out on foot.”

“Yes sir,” Deni said.

Racing down the last street, they were hindered by groups of alarmed and angry people in various stages of dress, almost all of them armed. A few carried kerosene lanterns. The driver laid on the horn and yelled out of the window, “Get out of the way. The killer’s making tracks while you’re wasting our time here. Get out of the damn way!”

“Stop!” Deni yelled. She jumped out and addressed the gathering crowd. “A mother has been murdered, and we believe a little girl has been kidnapped.”

Several people moaned, “No! Not again.”

Deni raised her voice. “Everyone. Quiet!” People continued to talk. “Shut up and listen!” The crowd quieted down.



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