Capitol Offense by George Wier

Author:George Wier [Wier, George]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1480253030
Amazon: B006F6P1MK
Goodreads: 13171077
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2011-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

*****

I gave the phone back to the trooper. He talked for all of a minute to the Lieutenant Governor, then hung up and dropped the phone in his shirt pocket.

“Come on, you two,” he said.

“Where’re we going?” Hap asked.

“Fort Stockton.”

*****

Hap and I got divided up. He got a ride on the helicopter and I got to ride shotgun with the state trooper. He never gave me his name, but the silver name plate on his left shirt pocket read ‘D. Herrera.’

During our short hike to the state trooper’s car, I at least found out how a cornfield could possibly be in West Texas. At the edge of the highway there was a sign that said: “Texas A&M Agricultural Experiment Station #27.” It figured. Only an Aggie would plant corn in solid rock. What was so amazing was that it actually grew. You could say a lot about the Aggies, and there’ve been thousands of jokes about them, but they could raise any animal, any crop anywhere. If we ever get to the planet Mars, we should send the Aggies first.

While West Texas rolled past us, Trooper Herrera gave me a little rundown on how we’d been tracked.

“From what I’ve been told, there’s this guy. Don’t know his name, but he’s been referred to as Frogger. This guy followed you from Huntsville to Austin, back to Huntsville, then to your pilot buddy’s place. That’s where we got called in. By way of radar and squad car radio and a series of cell phone calls to keep most of the chatter off the police band, you were tracked the whole distance until your sudden landing. I just happened to be the last link in the chain.” Trooper Herrera spat his Copenhagen juice into his coffee cup and continued. “So when I called back that your plane had landed — and let me tell you, I was sure you two were about to get your tickets punched right in my line of sight — I got another call about the time I stepped off into the corn: The Lieutenant Governor.”

“Okay,” I said. “Who do you think Frogger is?”

“Sounds like he’s some kind of opportunist,” Trooper Herrera said. “Maybe he’s a double-agent or some stupid shit.”

I thought about it. I’d headed back to Austin as soon as I walked out of my last interview with Norman Howell, the last time that anyone from outside the prison had seen him alive. So Sawyer and Frogger had to have known the minute I left. Probably, Warden Benjamin Spence had been eavesdropping and had heard the actual play by play.

A chill went through my body.

I was lucky to have made it out of the prison in the first place.

So who was Frogger? He’d been dogging me since Huntsville. Maybe he’d called my house that morning, right after he blew Milo Unger, his houseboat and his new unfinished novel sky high.

“What’s next?” I asked.

“Oh. All I know is to get you to Fort Stockton and stick to you like glue, and see that you don’t get killed.

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