Dane Maddock Origins 07 Amber by David Wood; Rick Chesler

Author:David Wood; Rick Chesler [Chesler, David Wood; Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, men's adventure, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Sea Adventures, War & Military, women's adventure, Genre Fiction, Sea Stories, Thriller
Publisher: Gryphonwood Press
Published: 2015-07-05T23:00:00+00:00

The modest farmhouse was set well back from the two-lane, paved road, amidst a field of well-tended crops. Maddock eyed the dirt driveway from behind the wheel of the SUV, while Leopov scanned their surroundings for signs of a tail or any other suspicious activity. She pressed the button to close the sunroof, which Maddock immediately opened again.

She glared at him. “Dust is blowing in here.”

“It’s too hot without it open.”

“So put on the air conditioning.”

“I like to be able to hear what’s going on outside.” Maddock smiled despite the disagreement. These types of petty arguments reminded him of being with a wife or girlfriend going for a country drive instead of two operators with top secret objectives. He knew Leopov must feel the same way, for when he glanced over at her he saw the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Fine, leave your window open but the sunroof and my window stay closed.”

“Fine. Let’s just hope this gentleman is home.”

Wagner had tipped them off to a local farmer who was the son of a World War II German veteran. As they drove up to the house, he reviewed what they knew about him, which was precious little.

“George said he might know something based on what his father told him.”

Leopov gave a doubtful look. “Hopefully he hasn’t forgotten about it, if he ever did know something. He’s old—he’s got to be at least, what...”

“Seventy-five, eighty?” Maddock parked the SUV at the end of the driveway next to a rusty tractor.

“Right. So we’ll just have to hope—“

“Hands up!” Maddock warned. “Don’t move. He’s got a gun!”

Leopov did as Maddock suggested while slowly turning her head to the right, where she could see an old man wearing brown pants, a white T-shirt with suspenders and a straw hat, pointing a double-barreled shotgun at the SUV.

“It’s okay, Sir,” Leopov said in passable German, “We’re just here to talk with you.”

Maddock spoke without moving, his hands in the air. “He can’t hear you because your window and the sunroof are down. Mine’s open but I don’t know a lick of German.”

Leopov turned in Maddock’s direction and repeated what she had said at the top of her lungs, causing Maddock to cringe, though he kept his hands up. The farmer said something in German. Leopov shouted past Maddock’s ear again, and he recognized the word “English.” Then the shotgun-wielding farmer cocked his head and replied in English himself, “Step on out, then. Slow, and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Maddock and Leopov complied, exiting the SUV and leaving the doors open while they walked a few steps away from it.

“Turn around.”

Maddock spoke as he did so. “Sir, we are not armed. We’re not here to cause any trouble.”

“We just want to talk,” Leopov reiterated.

At length the old man lowered his weapon. “You do seem like trustworthy people. Forgive me for the scare tactics. I live out here alone, so I do have to be careful.”

Maddock tried to hide the sigh of relief he breathed as he lowered his arms.

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