Luring by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blake Pierce
Published: 2019-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jake felt a surge of adrenalin as he scrambled behind his car and pulled out his own sidearm. The gunshot blast had come from the cabin.

Now the strong beam of a flashlight clicked on from the doorway, searching around for him.

What have I walked into? he wondered.

He thought that he must have arrived at the wrong cabin in spite of following directions. Or maybe the guys at the bar had sent him into dangerous territory on purpose. Could this could be the hideout of a drug dealer or some other criminal?

Because if this was Riley’s father, why would he be so hostile?

The rough voice from the cabin shouted …

“I’m asking one more time before I blow your head off—who are you?”

“My name’s Jake Crivaro,” he said.

He hesitated before adding …

“I’m a Special Agent with the FBI.”

The man called back, “FBI? Well, you’ve sure as hell got the wrong man, then.”

“I’m not here to arrest you,” Jake yelled. “I’m not here on FBI business at all. Are you Oliver Sweeney?”

Jake heard a loud scoff from the doorway.

“That’s Captain Oliver Sweeney to you—retired from the U.S. Marine Corps, ’Nam combat veteran, and if you ask around these parts, you’ll hear I’m downright antisocial. Now get on out of here. I fired that first shot in the air. This is a Browning Citori stacked-barrel shotgun, and I’ve got another shell loaded, and my finger’s feeling a little itchy on this pretty gold-plated trigger. I won’t miss next time.”

Jake called out, “Like I said, this is just a friendly visit.

“I’m not entertaining any visitors these days,” the man called back.

The roving flashlight beam caught Jake’s feet. Even though Jake was behind the car, he knew Sweeney could see him. If he stepped suddenly out in the open, he’d be an easy target.

This wasn’t a good idea, he thought.

It would be best to try to slip away before things got out of hand.

“All right, suit yourself, I’m not here to make trouble,” Jake said, holstering his sidearm. “I’ll stand up slowly with my hands in view, so don’t shoot.”

Jake stood up with his hands held high and walked toward the car door.

Jake added, “I’ll just get back in the car and drive on out of here. Have a nice evening, OK? Sorry for any inconvenience.”

As Jake put his hand on the car door handle, Sweeney said …

“Wait just a minute. You didn’t tell me what you’re here for.”

Squinting in the flashlight beam, Jake could now see that Sweeney had lowered his shotgun.

Jake said, “I thought maybe we could talk about your daughter Riley.”

Sweeney laughed coarsely.

“What about?” he said. “You want to ask for her hand in marriage? You look a little old for her—not that I give a damn. She can marry whoever she pleases as far as I’m concerned.”

With his hands still up, Jake began to walk cautiously toward the cabin.

“It’s nothing like that,” he said. “I’m sort of her mentor, you might say. She’s training to become an FBI Agent, in case you didn’t know.

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