Body Count Rise - Hell From Above by G.O. Grason

Author:G.O. Grason [Grason, G.O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Thompson’s older sister Katie and her husband Frank lived in Jericho, New York. It was a small suburb of about fifteen-thousand people an hour or so outside of the city. Thompson never understood the move but that was only because he hated the slow pace of the community. He was addicted to the excitement, and the danger. Yet, a small part of him was envious of his older sister’s life. There were no headaches, no stress, at least not like the one’s he experienced day to day. All of this was the case before little Harry got kidnapped of course.

Halloway and Christine pulled up to Katie’s modest four bedroom house. The green lawn was pristine and finely cut. In the centre was an apple tree. Katie and Frank were standing in front of their front door. Both of their arms were crossed. The look on Frank’s face was of obvious concern, but not angry or disdainful. He looked truly afraid and hopeless. Being a solid six-five, two-fifty man, he looked truly afraid and hopeless at that moment. Thompson had never seen his brother-in-law like that. Katie on the other hand was white knuckled and looking like she was ready to fight.

Christine got out of the squad car first. “I wish the two of us could be seeing you under better circumstances. I’m sorry for everything that’s happened.”

Frank sighed. “If you two are on the case, it will make me feel a whole lot better.”

“We are,” Christine reassured him. “We demanded our commander to leave us on it, even though it technically is a little too close to him.”

Christine turned around and looked at Thompson.

“That bastard going to come out and say hello?” Katie snapped. “Or is he going to sulk in the car like he did when he was kid after he pissed his pants.”

“Katie,” Frank said trying to take her hand.

“I’ll put on some fuckin’ coffee.” Katie slapped Frank’s hand away and went inside. “We’re outta’ cream so you’re having it black!”

Thompson pulled himself out of the car and walked towards Frank. Frank put out his hand to shake Thompson’s but instead, he threw himself into Frank’s big arms. They embraced as Christine hovered in the background.

“We’ll get your boy back,” Thompson promised.

Frank patted him on the back. “We know you will.”

They separated and adjusted themselves awkwardly.

“Katie still mad at me?” asked Thompson.

“She’s making coffee,” Frank said. “And yes, she’s obviously upset.”

“Let’s get inside so we can start doing our job,” Christine suggested. “The sooner we do that, the sooner we can get Harry back.”

They sat in the living room with a L-shaped couch and a flat screen mounted on the wall. Along the sill were family photos. One of them had Thompson included, the one on the far right next to a statue of a bunny. They had taken their boots off on account of the white rug that stretched to every corner of the floor. Christine was embarrassed about her mix and matched socks. She couldn’t remember the last time she had her shoes off in front of other people.

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