Bison creek 03- Frosted bait by A. Gardner

Author:A. Gardner [Gardner, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-03-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Under the evening sky, the Weston house lived up to its reputation of being the most breathtaking—and frightening—sight in all of Bison Creek. Not counting the time old man Simpkins relieved himself outside the Grizzly in front of half the town. It had been below zero that particular night.

Cydney parked in front of the darkened estate, touching the spot on his hip where he kept his pistol of choice. Miso wagged his tail as he looked from me to the skittish detective. Cydney hesitated to open his door, his eyes darting to the attic window at the very top of the estate.

“If anything happens…” he muttered.

“I’ll run, hide, and call for backup,” I finished. “Miso will sniff out our culprit. He has never let me down.”

“He ate my lunch receipt back at the station,” Cydney pointed out.

“We all have our weaknesses, Detective.” I patted Miso on the back. “Since we’re not about to go scavenging through the local dump, I’d say we’re in good shape.”

“One quick sweep.” Cydney nodded. “Just one quick sweep, and we’re moving on. The old caretaker never mentioned anything about hidden rooms or secret passageways.”

“Did you even think to ask?” I asked. Cydney didn’t answer, but pressed his lips together. “Thought so. Ask next time.”

Cydney opened his car door and stared down at the pavement as he led the way through the front gate. The house was still draped in caution tape, and Clementine had given her spare key to the sheriff for the investigation. The detective unlocked the door and let it creak open on its own. Miso’s snout hit the wooden floors as he yanked me inside the shadow-filled foyer.

The air still smelled of drying paint, and Clementine had yet to finish wallpapering the main drawing room. The foyer was empty, as was most of the house. I avoided looking in the direction of the conservatory, remembering the look of utter shock on Clementine’s face when she’d seen a body lying face down where she’d planned to place breakfast tables. During the day, the sun danced through every window, and the walnut floors appeared to be rather charming. But in the evening the Weston house looked completely different. Dark. Cold. Eerie.

“I’ll check downstairs, and you check upstairs,” Cydney whispered.

“You want us to split up?” I shook my head. “Detective, that’s a horrible idea.”

“Says who?” he replied.

“Just about every horror film ever made.” I watched as Miso paused to sniff the air. He let out a low growl. I gulped as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. The last time Miso had growled like that, I’d ended up being shot in the leg.

“What’s he doing?” Detective Keene placed his hand on his holster. Even though he’d deny it, I knew he was anxious just like I was. A bead of sweat formed on his brow, and he clenched his jaw as his gaze darted up and down the darkened staircase.

“He’s picked up a scent,” I said quietly. “A nasty one.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.