Levon's Night (Levon Cade Book 2) by Chuck Dixon

Author:Chuck Dixon [Dixon, Chuck]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Crime, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Heist, Murder, Vigilante Justice, Thriller, Crime Fiction
ISBN: 1514781514
Amazon: B00ZGSIP3U
Publisher: Bruno Books
Published: 2015-07-15T12:00:00+00:00

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The world went black just as he was fitting the last connection to the garbage disposal.

Levon Cade lay wedged on his back and blind in the cabinetry beneath the kitchen sink. He shut his eyes. He counted off to thirty before reopening them. Enough light came in off the French doors out to the deck to allow him to see his way around. He walked to the doors and looked out. Everything was dark around the lake. The pole lamps at the end of docks that were always on at night were out. The houses were invisible along the shoreline.

The sky beyond the trees was always dark because the nearest town of any size was away over the horizon hundreds of miles away. No light pollution in this part of Maine. Vacationland, the license plates proclaimed it. “Back of beyond” to the folks down in Bangor. No way to know how far this outage reached. Local or county wide.

He picked up the Hofferts’ kitchen phone. Dead.

Nate Fenton was working on that water heater at the bungalow. It was electrical. The treacherous mix of voltage and water. Nate could be in trouble. At the very least he’d need help getting the juice back on line.

The new LED flashlight in his toolbox threw a beam of cold light that lanced through the gloom. Levon pulled on his coat and went out to the Ram. It started but took some goosing to break out of the frozen slush gripping the treads beneath the new snow. The truck leapt back from the ruts with a jerk. Levon pressed the pedal down steady and rose up to ride atop the snow, tires hissing.

An Alabama boy, he didn’t have that much experience driving in deep snow. Sand was another matter. He had plenty of practice steering over sand. Same principle. Steady pace. Steer into skids. He pulled around the loop before the Hoffert house and down onto Mohawk.

Nate’s snow machine wasn’t in the driveway of the bungalow when Levon pulled up. He sat in the warm cab of the Ram, wipers snicking back and forth. The nose of his truck was aimed at the driveway. Light from the big rack of lamps lit the drive and house front like a movie set. The snow at the foot of the drive was undisturbed. The tracks of Nate’s arrival had been filled in by the snowfall of the past hour. Leaving the truck running but cutting the lights, Levon climbed out and walked toward the garage.

There were fresh tracks from where he’d last seen the snow machine and sled parked to the now closed garage door. The impressions were new, the pattern left by the treads and skis of the machine clearly defined. The house was dark. No light from inside. The garage doors had no windows to allow him to look inside. Levon tried the door handle at the foot of the fold-up. It was locked down from inside. Someone had pulled Nate’s machine into the garage.

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