Guarded by Mary Behre

Author:Mary Behre [Behre, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780425268629
Amazon: 0425268624
Barnesnoble: 0425268624
Goodreads: 20645098
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2014-08-05T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

ADAM PUT HIS car in drive and slowly backed out of the swamp. He drove the mile back to the public parking lot. His tires crunched over the gravel as the sun beat down on the hood of the black SUV. Pulling into a spot between two minivans, both black, he put the car in park with the engine running, and waited.

He’d heard from Kenny, the mechanic, about the teens getting their cars stuck in the swamp last night. He nearly choked on his lunch when Kenny’s older son, Marcus, described the spectacle of the four cars buried up to the door handles in the mud. Kenny and his kids were heading back after lunch to dig out car three of the four.

When Adam had offered to come help, the hick actually appeared grateful. So here he sat, waiting for the men to appear in their beat-up red tow truck.

His pulse thumped steadily. While Adam had been terrified the mechanic might have figured out what he had done, it quickly became clear that Kenny had no idea. He honestly thought Adam only wanted to help.

What Adam wanted was for this part to be over already. But until all three of the bodies were discovered, he didn’t dare risk leaving town. Someone might, quite rightly, start looking at him for the crimes.

He would call the sheriff’s office but couldn’t risk doing that without incriminating himself. How could he know where the body was, unless he had put it there? But it had been four months, and the fucking department hadn’t found the body. Fuck, for his plan to succeed, every body needed to be found before he exacted punishment on the last man.

Then there was Tomás. His body needed to be found, too, but that required that nosy little bitch to go to her fucking car. Where was she? Any other time the vet would be hounding him.

A horn blared musically, reminding Adam of that old television show his mother had liked when he was a small child. Except instead of an orange Dodge Charger with a Confederate flag painted on it, a beat-up red tow truck pulled into the lot.

Adam cut the engine, pretending to have just arrived, and exited the vehicle.

“Thanks for the help. Hop on in, son,” Kenny said, using the moniker he gave to all men under forty.

Adam ground his teeth to bite back the angry retort. He wasn’t this small-town hick’s son. And the only reason Adam did not kill him for the insult was because Kenny wasn’t on his list or in his way.

He forced himself to smile as he climbed into the passenger seat of the cab. “Where are your boys?”

“Ah, they’ll be along right soon enough,” Kenny managed between snaps of gum. The man chewed gum like a cow gnawing on fetid grass. “We’ll just head over to the site. Boys thought they saw somethin’ in the dark last night. Somethin’ other than them four kids’ cars. Figured we could have a look before they get here.

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