Hunting Season by J.E. Taylor

Author:J.E. Taylor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FBI, serial killer, mafia, suspense, psychic, psychological suspense
Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction
Published: 2018-05-29T00:00:00+00:00

Hunting Season Chapter 28

Chris stared at the interior of the open garage, a vintage BMW roadster sat, dusty and waiting for the next road trip. It reminded him of the restored Corvette in his garage in York. The fact Steve had done all the work impressed him to no end. He popped the trunk and slung the suitcase inside.

Jessica walked by him with the bags Steve had stowed in their trunk, dropping them in the BMW. “Sweet car.” She paused at the garage entrance. “When are we going to New York?” She kept her back to him.

“You and the kids are staying in Maine.”

Jessica turned. “I haven’t gone a day without you by my side in ten years.”

“Sorry, babe. I don’t want you and the kids around for this one.” He glanced back toward the cottage. “We both know how relentless hit men can be and this is personal on all sides.” He sighed and headed out of the garage. “It’s going to get really ugly, really quickly, especially between the two of us.” He hooked his thumb toward the house. “He’s not going to like me interfering.”

“How long?”

Chris glanced at her. “As long as it takes for me to find him.”

“You’re going to kill him?”

Chris nodded. “Unless Steve backs down and he hauls the bastard in, but I highly doubt that.” He looked at the key ring and the car blocking the garage entrance trying to figure out which was which. “I might end up in jail when this is all over.” He glanced back at her, suppressing the urge to say or worse.

Jessica shook her head. “You can’t.”

Chris shrugged. “It depends on the FBI.” He opened the door to Jennifer’s car and pushed the key in the ignition, turning it. Nothing happened, not even a click in the engine. The battery was indeed dead.

He exhaled and climbed out of the car, harnessing the power merged in his cells as he positioned himself between their car and Jennifer’s. The adrenaline rush that came with conjuring the magic inside him surged and he smiled, locking his gaze with his wife’s.

The dead car slid sideways and what he saw in Jessica’s eyes turned his cocky smile into a heat-seeking grin. Awe, he could still inspire awe in her and that more than the power rush gave him the determination to make things right—to get a second chance at redemption.

His controlled power created ripples in the air, moving outwards, pushing the vehicle out of the path that Steve needed to get his vintage BMW out of the garage and onto the road.

“Holy shit,” Steve said, interrupting Chris’s concentration.

When the path was wide enough to bring his car forward, Chris stopped and glanced at Steve, exhausted. “You’re going to need a jump for the Beemer.” He tossed the keys to Steve and took a step toward his car, stumbling for a moment as the world tilted. Jessica’s yell muffled in his ears as darkness descended.

“Catch him,” Jessica yelled.

Steve reacted, catching Chris before he hit his head on Jessica’s car.

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