Come What May (A Sam Harlan Novel Book 1) by Swaim Kevin Lee

Come What May (A Sam Harlan Novel Book 1) by Swaim Kevin Lee

Author:Swaim, Kevin Lee [Swaim, Kevin Lee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Mystery, Vampires, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Thrillers & Suspense, Thriller & Suspense, Fantasy, Supernatural, Paranormal & Urban, Thrillers, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9780692249215
Publisher: Picadillo Publishing
Published: 2014-07-13T04:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER TEN

We were headed southwest, out of the city. Jack pushed the truck to the speed limit, but not over, constantly looking in the rear-view mirror. He pulled his cellphone out of his duster and squeezed it until it cracked. He kept squeezing and I heard the grinding of plastic on plastic, then he cranked down his window, stuck his hand out, and let the pieces scatter to the wind.

He glanced over to us. Katie’s head was in my lap, her eyes glassy. He reached behind the seat and handed me a paper bag full of beef jerky. “Give her this. She needs the protein and the iron.”

I tore open the package and took one of the dried pieces of jerky and gently placed it in her mouth.

She looked up, then started to chew. “Ugh. Salty.”

I smiled. “You’re going to be okay. She’s going to be okay, isn’t she?”

Jack nodded. “She lost a lot of blood, but she’ll be fine. There’s a bottle of Ensure in the bag. Give her that, too.”

I felt around in the bottom of the bag and found the bottle, twisted off the cap, and held her head up so she could drink. She took a small sip and coughed, but managed to keep it down. I gave her another piece of jerky and she wolfed it down. She held her lips to the bottle and slurped at the contents. Some of the color come back to her face, either from the food or because she realized we had made it out of Silas’s house alive.

Barely.

I watched Jack as he drove. Wisps of smoke steamed from holes in his arm and side. He appeared not to notice. I felt a burning in my own side, and took the opportunity to lift Katie’s head and raise my shirt. Small amounts of blood trailed down to my jeans. It didn’t appear life-threatening, but it hurt like a million bee stings.

Jack drove, constantly shifting his attention between the road and the mirror. We soon found ourselves on a highway, driving through the soybean and corn fields of rural Indiana, heading into the setting sun. The crops were almost ready for harvest, but the farmers were not in the field yet, and the smell of drying corn was sweet and rich. Jack kept driving, face grim.

He caught me watching him. “What?”

“We have to talk.”

“We need to get somewhere safe. I doubt Silas knows enough to trace a license plate, but I damn well know Henry does. He’s a cop. He knows how to work the system. We’ve got to get holed up, get the plates changed.”

I kept staring at him.

“Fine,” he said. “You want to talk? Talk.”

“You’ve lied to me from the start.”

“I never lied. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

“That’s a form of lying,” I said. “That’s not something family does to each other.”

Jack laughed glumly. “That’s all families do, Sam. We all lie, to each other and to ourselves.”

“That’s not true, families—”

“Bullshit,” Jack interrupted. “Sometimes the lies we tell are harmless and sometimes they hurt.



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