Crime Thrillers - A Box Set by Billie Sue Mosiman

Author:Billie Sue Mosiman [Mosiman, Billie Sue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-04-03T22:00:00+00:00

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He wanted to talk to her. He filtered the many voices coming from the CB, but didn't give them his direct attention. He wanted to tell Molly something about the cuts on his arms, but he didn't know how. Maybe just that they tortured him, that he felt impelled to do it again, to cut into the tightening flesh to let out the galloping fear. He wanted to tell her that ghosts kept following them. Indians on ponies keeping pace with the truck, their reflections glimmering off the side window as he drove. Edward sat on the engine cover between them, dripping sewage water from the gap in his throat. And in the sleeper lay the ghost of the black truck driver, whistling wind and gulping for air.

He had been anonymous. He was one of the elite, the chosen, a man above the law. Now they knew about him, those faceless peasants in their faceless jobs. They meant to cage him and judge him. He wasn't afraid so much as enraged that he had been found out in the end. He thought he never would.

He had failed to look in a back seat. He left someone as witness. A real witness.

Maybe they even knew he carried the knife attached to the Velcro patch on his scalp. Oh, that made his arms flare with renewed itching. He scratched at himself and felt a scab come loose, tearing and pulling at the hair along his arm.

They could know it all if they knew a little. He put nothing past the police and their low cunning. He had been apart from society all his adult life. He picked up the kids for company, but they didn't count. Kids weren't quite flowing with the mainstream yet, especially not the ones he found on the road. They had turned their backs, just as he had, on the right life, the conventional path.

Now the world had found him out. They hunted him like he was a common fox on the run. The hounds were howling at his back.

He reached to turn down the squelch on the CB radio. The roar of the big rig's engine filled the cab. Cruise brushed aside Edward from the engine cover so he could see Molly better. "I want you to take a look at my arms the next time we stop."

She jumped at his voice. She must have been dreaming while awake. "What?"

"My arms are bothering me a lot. They feel so tight it's like they're covered with elastic bands cutting off the blood. My hands keep going numb."

"What's wrong with them?"

"I don't know! It started happening at Lannie's house. I tried to do something about it, but nothing helps."

"What do you want me to do about it? Maybe you should see a doctor."

He smiled sadly. "You know I can't go to a doctor."

"Cruise, this is no good, you know that, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"This running. Hiding. You can't escape now. They know about you."

"We were talking about taking a look at my arms.

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