Bones In The Well (Foley & Rose Book 3) by Gary Gregor

Author:Gary Gregor [Gregor, Gary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gumshoe - A Next Chapter Imprint
Published: 2019-12-20T16:00:00+00:00

The man slammed the car door with such force it flew back open and crunched against the limit of the hinges. He lashed out furiously with his foot, intending to kick the door. He missed, and almost lost his balance.

“FUCKIN’ HEAP OF SHIT!” he screamed at the car. He stormed towards the house, climbed the steps, and fumbled in his pocket for the key to the door.

The first time he tried, his hands shook so badly with pent up rage he could not get the key into the lock hole. Struggling to control the internal fire of rage blazing within him, he cursed loudly and tried again. This time the key slid home, and he unlocked the door.

He strode purposely, and directly, to the kitchen, threw open a cupboard door and grabbed a bottle of rum. He unscrewed the cap, cast it aside, and raised the bottle to his lips. He took a long, deep swallow and coughed as he felt the rum burn his throat.

“Fuckin’ women!” he spat. “Fuckin’ bitches!”

Missing the opportunity to grab the German girl ignited a fury inside him he was unable to moderate. Exacerbated by way too much alcohol, his anger flared like an out-of-control fire. He was so close. The girl only needed to come a few metres closer, and he would have had her.

Carrying the rum bottle by the neck, the man walked from the kitchen, and stood in the middle of the long, hallway. He stared at the locked door behind which Miranda waited. She would have heard him arrive. Bitch would be cowering under her blankets. He took another mouthful of rum, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Someone had to pay, he thought. He was so close to having another girl… so close. Someone had to pay.

He took a step towards the door and paused. He had never used any of the girls during daylight. It would be a change of habit for him. Might be a nice change, he pondered. Why did it always have to be at night? Sex in the daylight might be even better; if it was possible to get any better. He took another step towards the locked door, and paused again.

He looked at the bottle of rum, took another swig, turned and hurried back to the kitchen where he placed the bottle on the sideboard. From the same cupboard where he kept the rum, he removed a padlock key and grunted with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.

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