Frankenstorm by Ray Garton

Author:Ray Garton [Garton, Ray]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, General
ISBN: 9780786034086
Google: BRIfAwAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0786034076
Barnesnoble: 0786034076
Goodreads: 18223048
Publisher: Pinnacle
Published: 2014-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

37

“What did you put in your pocket back in the office?” Emilio said.

Fara reached into her purse, found the cold metal of her snub-nosed .38 revolver and removed it, then turned her flashlight on it so Emilio could see it.

He stopped walking and faced her. “You mean to tell me you had that in your purse when that crazy guy came into the office and attacked Corcoran?”

“Oh, please, be realistic. I’m not going to fire this in a crowded room like that. I probably would have shot Corcoran, or even you. I have this for protection, not wholesale slaughter. And only for protection in situations where I have any hope of protecting myself, not when I’m—”

“Okay, okay. Jesus.”

“Well, you have a gun, why shouldn’t I?”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t, I’m just surprised you’d—never mind. Really, just never mind. Let’s go.” He tucked the Ruger under the waist of his pants in the small of his back.

So many of the men with whom Fara got along well came completely unraveled when they learned she had a gun. Those who reacted to her gun with enthusiasm and delight usually were men with whom she did not get along.

It got windier and colder as they walked past the door to the stairs that led down to the basement. Fara closed her eyes as they passed that door, and in the darkness of her mind, she saw the Tank, spattered and smeared with blood after a test, and snapped her eyes open.

The wind was deceptive. It made all kinds of sounds, some of which strongly resembled footsteps coming toward them, or coming up behind them. The sounds made Fara glance repeatedly over her shoulder.

They came to the main first floor corridor, usually broad and well lit at this end, and turned right. Now it was just a wall of darkness beyond the beam of her flashlight, and a rush of wind slammed into them hard enough to make both take a steadying step backwards. Paper and books and leaves and chips of plaster and wallpaper and other debris skittered over the floor, rushing toward them like a horde of misshapen spiders, and swept by their feet and into the darkness behind them.

There were small orbs of light in the darkness up ahead, floating and bobbing in the dark. There was movement, too, and voices garbled by the wind. The orbs of light were headlamps.

“Looks like the cafeteria,” Emilio said.

Fara nodded and said, “That tree stood right beside the cafeteria.” She was surprised he heard her because her voice was so weak and shaky.

She was relieved the tree had fallen on the cafeteria because no one would have been in there. In that case, it was doubtful that anyone was hurt.

Up ahead, men were shouting at each other.

“Ollie, I’m tellin’ ya, the best thing is just to get out! Right now! You guys shouldn’t even be standin’ in there now, I’m tellin’ ya. I was a carpenter back in the day, y’know, I know what I’m talkin’ about, goddammit!”

There was shouting from inside the cafeteria.

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