Never Go Home by Ryan L. T

Author:Ryan, L. T. [Ryan, L. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery & Suspense, Action & Adventure, Thrillers, thriller, Espionage, Thriller & Suspense, Fiction & Literature, Mystery, Mystery & Thrillers, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Suspense, Literature & Fiction, Action Suspense
Amazon: B00FE222UA
Goodreads: 18933137
Publisher: Liquid Mind Media
Published: 2013-10-04T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Leon drove through the center of town. He didn’t speed. He didn’t glance around. There were a few people out. They didn’t seem to pay any attention to him.

He left the old historic area. The speed limit increased to thirty-five, then forty-five miles per hour. He kept his speed steady. As long as the road ahead of him was barren, the high-beams were on.

He came across what looked like an abandoned road. The turn off was visible, but beyond that, the asphalt was cracked and overrun with grass and weeds that had forced their way through. Nature had reclaimed what was once hers.

He turned onto the road. The headlights washed over the area. The road led into a stretch of woods a couple hundred feet away. Unsure what laid in wait at the end, he cut his lights and crept forward.

Tall pines rose up on either side of him. The road came to an end. He stopped, rolled down his window and waited with the engine off. The car ticked and clicked for a few minutes before going silent. A breeze blew past him. Insects sung and hummed. An owl screeched a time or two.

Satisfied the road was nothing more than a relic, he got out and walked to the rear of the Tercel.

The man inside the trunk banged against the lid. The little car shook and swayed.

Leon stood at the rear for a minute. He had to get rid of the guy, and letting him live was not an option. He popped the trunk. In the darkness, he could only make out the shape of the deputy. The man squirmed. Leon pulled out his pistol, aimed toward the man’s head and pulled the trigger twice. The man’s flailing legs and wriggling torso went still.

Leon inhaled the smell of nitroglycerin and sawdust, turned, and spit. That was the smell of death.

He had to get the body out. He walked around the side of the car to check if he had anything between the front and back seats that he could use to bury the guy. He didn’t need a shovel, just something to move a little earth around. The less visible the man was, the better.

He opened the door and stuck his head inside. He found nothing but a few fast food wrappers. Disappointed, he exited the car. As he turned to the back, he spotted a light a hundred feet or so away, in the woods.

Leaves rustled. Branches popped. Someone approached.

Leon had been around the block enough times to know that no sane person would head toward gunfire unless they were armed as well.

And standing next to the car, he was a sitting duck.

He crouched behind the rear wheel. The approach continued. He shuffled toward the rear of the car, and tried to get a look into the woods. The headlights were on, but the cone of light didn’t extend toward the light in the distance. Whoever approached had come from that direction.

Leon was bathed in red light behind the car.

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