End in the Beginning (The God Tools Book 3) by Williams Gary & Knerly Vicky

Author:Williams, Gary & Knerly, Vicky [Williams, Gary]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Suspense Publishing
Published: 2015-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 33

Josette Laval flagged down a young female motorist driving a Chrysler LeBaron several miles from the remnants of the Georgia Guidestones. When the teenager lowered her driver’s side window, Laval reached in, grabbed the girl’s head, and quickly broke her neck. She then dragged the body from the car and left it in the nearby woods. As much pain as Laval was in from the blow to her head, the kill was still gratifying, although it did little to quell her rage.

Inside the car, she found an indelible black marker. Perfect. She modified the license plate lettering, changing a “C” to an “O” and the letter “P” to “B” in case police were alerted to the theft of the automobile. Then she checked the trunk where she found a baseball cap which she took in the car with her.

Laval had had her doubts about what Nash told her, that there was a portal to access Eden. Now that she’d witnessed it firsthand—watched them disappear into the capstone—she no longer questioned the Scroll of Edict. Yet even knowing that the portal was sealed, she refused to give up the notion that she would find those two bastards. If it took the rest of her life, she vowed to kill Nash and Rassle, but first on the list was Samuel Tolen.

Laval stopped at a rest area off the Interstate and made her way into the bathroom. She settled into the middle stall and latched the door. Her clothes were tattered and dirty. This would not work. Once she got back to Florida, there was no way she could get into Orange Park Hospital without raising attention.

Laval stood on the toilet seat, barely peering over the top of the stall and kept watch on the door-less bathroom entrance. She needed conditions to be just right.

Several women came and went. None were her size.

Overweight Americans, she grumbled under her breath.

One woman entered who was approximately Laval’s size, but she deemed the woman’s Capri pants and hideous flowered blouse a fashion disgrace and opted to keep waiting.

Her patience paid off. An attractive, fit, thirtyish woman walked in holding the hand of a three- or four-year-old blonde girl. The mother gently guided the little girl toward the stall next to Laval.

Laval felt her adrenaline surge. It wouldn’t be quite as clean a kill with the young girl, but that was not about to deter her. She would have to take care of them both quickly and efficiently.

She climbed down off the toilet seat with cat-like dexterity and slowly, silently unlatched her door. She waited to hear the woman open the stall door next to her. Once she did, Laval would wait half a beat, then rush out and corner them in the stall before they had a chance to lock the door behind them. She might actually be forced to kill the little girl first to abate any shrill screams, then take the mother out. A critical aspect was dispatching them both without damaging the woman’s clothes or staining the material with blood.

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