Hidden Danger by Kathleen Harryman

Author:Kathleen Harryman [Harryman, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: psychological thriller, Suspense, Thriller, Serial Killer
Published: 2020-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

12

Rita Jackson

I woke in a dark corner with my head resting on my chest, legs spread-eagled. Heavy breathing hung in the air circulating within the darkness. It was difficult to pinpoint the exact direction of the breathing. I’d become aware how noise became displaced in hollow almost empty spaces. Try walking in a straight line through thick fog, with no marker for help… it’s impossible. That’s what sound is like. A displacement.

I coughed to see if I could place the distance between me and the breathing. I scanned the black nothing in front of me. A small red light at the top corner lit the darkness. I was back in the main downstairs room with the glass cylinders.

The red light confirmed that the camera was active. I would need to exercise caution. Hmm… What was my purpose? Was I old Rita, the real Gas Man or New Rita, the victim? My eyes locked on the red light until it went out. Old Rita it was.

Footsteps echoed and the light turned on. I blinked as the Gas Man paraded around the room, a gas mask strapped over his face. Clare screamed and I turned to find her. She was bound to the chair by the bay window in front of the tubes. Clare’s frightened eyes darted from the Gas Man to the cylinders where Brian and Greg lay unconscious. Her dyed blonde hair hung in greasy strands. The cross around her neck had become exposed as the shirt lay open in a deep v, showing off her grey, padded bra. I wondered how her faith was coping with her situation. Was it starting to waver? Or was she waiting for divine intervention? I’m sure Brian would help with that once he’d come to terms with his own situation.

The Gas Man circled around Clare and she shrank back against the chair. I watched Brian as he tried to shake away the fogginess in his brain caused by the sleeping pill. He noticed the knife at his feet and his fingers reached for it as he surveyed his surroundings. There was a wild glint in his brown eyes as he came to his feet, his cardigan flapping around him. He walked around the glass prison, running his hands along the glass, looking for a way out. When no escape presented itself, he took the knife and hit the glass. Bang… bang… bang… the intercom link was open, and the room filled with the noise of metal on glass. Sweat soon lined his skin and he ripped off his cardigan. The short sleeves of his black shirt exposing his untoned arms. Frustration turned his face an unhealthy red. Spent, he slid to the concrete floor. Wild eyes looked round the room, swinging from Clare to the Gas Man, before cutting to Greg. I’d expected him to look to his God for help. To pray for comfort and peace. He did neither. His actions were frenzied and selfish, born from self-preservation.

Greg sat in silence as his sorrowful, light brown eyes watched Brian.

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