Galaxy Man by Mark Wayne McGinnis

Author:Mark Wayne McGinnis [McGinnis, Mark Wayne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: Galaxy Man
Publisher: Avenstar Productions
Published: 2017-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Frontier Planet, Gorman — Heritage Plains Township.

Gallic’s anger began to build, like an impending volcano eruption, taking all his will to keep his raging emotions in check. “You’re a smart guy, professor. Tell me, did you suspect anything . . . at the time of the killings? When my wife and child were murdered?”

Harkins shook his head. “Not at first. Why would I? It was such a horrible crime, a terrible thing that happened. But later . . . as new details of the crime became public, I must admit I had my suspicions. But that’s all they were. I wasn’t about to start making abstract accusations. And you have to understand, John, I have little doubt that I work alongside such members. It’s a cult. They’re extremely powerful. I wish you success. The best of luck with this added information. I truly do. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you. Unfortunately, it will have to be from the sidelines.”

Before Gallic ended the call, he thanked Harkins; assuring the professor he would be discreet should he indeed require more from him. He sat at his desk for a long while and thought about the initials, TCW, carved into each of the vics’ necks by the hammer-and-nails killer. Rubbing his tired eyes, exhaustion had caught up with him. He needed sleep. He got up and only made it as far as the couch before lying down. He briefly considered going through his usual arduous task of closing down the vulnerable access points into his mind but didn’t have the energy for it. Fuck it . . . let them come . . .

Gallic awoke to early morning daylight, streaming in through the Hound’s portside windows. His clothes were saturated with sweat and his breathing labored, as if he had just run a marathon. Clear memory of the night’s bad dream had not stayed with him, and he was thankful for that. Standing, he walked to the window and noticed dust rising into the morning air as a distant lone horseback rider headed off. It was Lane. Even from a distance, he could see her beauty, though perhaps it simply was the lasting impression she’d left on him. He wanted to go after her. He needed to speak to her about last night, about the things she’d said. The connection she had to TCW—whether unconscious, or otherwise. But then she was gone from sight.

Gallic continued to stare at the distant horizon then glanced around at the terrain closer in. Someone was out there—someone was watching him. He had a sixth sense about such things—the hairs on the back of his neck now standing up. Yeah, I know you’re out there, asshole.

Gallic shaved in the shower as his thoughts raced over recent developments: the latest crime scene, what he had learned from Professor Harkins, and the bizarre ranting by Lane. He’d need to percolate about everything the entire day. That’s how clues often came to him—letting his subconscious go to work while his conscious self kept occupied with other things.

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