Battered and Buttered Waffle: Book 2 in The Diner of the Dead Series by Carolyn Q. Hunter

Author:Carolyn Q. Hunter [Hunter, Carolyn Q.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction
Publisher: Summer Prescott Books
Published: 2016-05-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Sheriff Thompson led Daniel into the front door of the farmhouse, while crew members mostly carried Tech in behind him.

“Do you have a room that locks from the outside?” he asked Mr. Hinkley.

“Sure, the cellar locks from the outside.”

“I guess that’ll have to do,” the sheriff shrugged.

Daniel’s eyes widened. “You can’t lock me in the cellar all night long.”

“Sure I can, and it’s our only option at this point.” He turned to Mr. Hinkley. “I want you to grab some blankets and pillows for him. Do you have a cot?”

“Yeah, in the attic.”

“Go ahead and get it. Where’s the cellar key?”

“In the kitchen drawer next to the cellar door.”

“Alright.”

Thompson led the assailant away while Maddy and Spook helped Tech into the living room and onto the couch.

“No, take him to the upstairs guest bedroom,” the farmer ordered as he walked through the room and up the stairs. “I don’t want him on the couch.”

“I need my bag,” Tech pleaded. “It’s got some painkillers in it.”

“Okay, I’ll get it,” Maddy promised, running back out into the storm.

Sonja sighed and looked at Spook. “Alright, I’ll help you get him upstairs.” She positioned herself under Tech’s arm and they took him upstairs. A few moments later Maddy came into the guest bedroom holding the duffle bag.

“Thanks, Maddy,” Tech groaned, his face white with pain. He shuffled through the bag, pulling out different bottles, clothes, a book, and finally the painkillers. “I-I think I need to use the bathroom really quick.”

Sonja sighed, “Alright, get him up again.”

“You couldn’t have thought of that before we plopped you down on the bed?” Spook complained.

“Just help,” she ordered.

They hauled him to the bathroom and a few minutes later back to the bedroom again.

“Now, let’s look at your leg,” Sonja instructed. “Can you pull up your pant leg?”

Slowly, painfully, Tech pulled the pants up. Underneath was a gigantic red and purple bruise. “It doesn’t look as bad as it could be,” she said. “Let’s get your boots off.”

“Don’t touch it,” Tech cried.

“I won’t. Don’t worry,” Sonja said.

Maddy began unlacing the boots. Carefully, she pulled them off and set them on the floor.

“Maddy, go get some ice from the freezer downstairs, and bring it back up here,” Sonja directed.

The young woman nodded and headed out.

“Okay, hand me those pillows,” she told Spook, pointing at the pile of pillows on the chair in the corner. “We need to elevate this.”

She propped up the leg carefully on the pillows. “How are you feeling?” He didn’t respond. He was already asleep.

* * *

After elevating both of Tech’s feet, just in case he may have symptoms of shock, Sonja stepped out of the room and let out her breath in a whoosh. She needed to be alone.

She made her way down the narrow hall and entered the last bedroom on the right. Standing in the darkness of the room, she just let herself breathe quietly. The entire day had turned out far more eventful than she had expected—and not in a good way.

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