Dead Man Haunt (A Dead Man Mystery, Book 2) by T. M. Simmons

Author:T. M. Simmons [Simmons, T. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!

Chapter 28

“G—g—g—go!” I choked at Patrick. “W—w—w—warn them!”

“Not me.” He shook his head. “The cops have the guns.”

The Rambo-man faded back into the underbrush, a hulking seven foot of camouflage clothing, some sort of camouflage netting over his head and face, sturdy hiking boots on his feet. And an Uzi-looking rifle in his hands, an assault rifle, I’d heard that type of gun called. Two bands of shells crisscrossed his chest.

Trucker leapt over the seat and out the driver’s door. That broke my paralysis, and I screamed, “Catch him, Twila!”

She didn’t hesitate or question me. As a hundred and fifty pounds of snarling, snapping dog lunged for the underbrush, Twila lunged for him. She splatted belly-first on the ground, but captured the end of the leash in one hand. Trucker dragged her a few feet, but by then, I’d plunged straight through Patrick, ignored the cold chill that enveloped my body, opened the door and scrambled out.

Jack scuttled across the Lincoln’s hood and reached Twila at the same moment I did. I grabbed the leash from Twila’s slipping grip and hauled back. “No!” I ordered. “Stay!”

Trucker plopped his butt on the ground, though he continued to stare into the woods and snarl, white teeth gleaming beneath his curled-back upper lip. Jack helped Twila to her feet, and as she brushed at the dirt and twigs, he asked, “Are you hurt?”

“I’ve been better,” Twila said. Then, “Put your damn guns away before your shaky fingers accidentally pull a trigger. Whatever Alice and Trucker saw is long gone.”

I glanced at the SUV. Both cops leaned on the hood, side-by-side amidst the tree branches, pistols gripped in firing position, aimed at the underbrush. Well, Rover’s corpulent body took up most of the hood space, but Grandberg had squeezed in beside him somehow.

“What was it?” Grandberg demanded. “What’s wrong with that dog?”

“Who,” I corrected, and pointed at the underbrush. “Didn’t you big bad trained cops see him? Some sort of guerrilla-type soldier.”

“Real?” Twila asked.

“I think so,” I replied. “The only chill I felt was when I dove through Patrick.”

“Patrick who?” Rover asked.

Uh oh. The deputy couldn’t see Patrick. Or...I reconsidered as I thought back over the past fifteen minutes or so. Patrick had been in the Lincoln when the SUV pulled up. But he’d been standing outside it seconds earlier, when the deputy drove toward us. Either Rover really couldn’t see him, or had just missed him. Where was he now? I’d left the door open, and the ghost wasn’t on the seat.

Grandberg holstered his pistol and edged out of the branches as he told Rover, “Let’s get over there and see if we can figure out who blocked this road.” At least he sounded a little more sober now. “Then we’ll have to figure out some way to get the cars free. That Lincoln bumper’s jammed right under our vehicle.”

“I already seen snakes this spring,” Rover warned as he reluctantly followed Grandberg.

“What did he look like?” Twila asked me.

“Huge! Seven foot or more. I thought it was a monster standing there.

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