Night Road: A Novel of Suspense by Brendan DuBois

Author:Brendan DuBois [DuBois, Brendan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Thrillers, General, Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 9780738747255
Google: SpVbCwAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0738746398
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Published: 2016-02-07T11:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-THREE

LOUIS AND JEAN-PAUL CUT through the woods and through a neighbor’s backyard, and then into Duncan Crowley’s yard, SKS rifles at their sides. There was a kids’ swimming pool in the rear, some hedges, and a swing set. On the rear deck was a barbecue gas grill and a picnic table. The two of them went around the garage, past the Toyota RAV4, and to the front door.

Unlimbering his SKS, Louis said, “This is how it’s going to run. We get her to the door and blast our way through. I’ll take the lead.”

“Why the fuck should you take the lead?” Jean-Paul said.

“Idiot like you, you forget your battery charger, you think I’m going to let you take lead?”

“Hey, that’s—”

“Shut up. Stand to the side, so she can’t see you.”

At least Jean-Paul did that. He moved to the left, near a small juniper bush, and Louis turned so his body was blocking the view of his SKS. He rang the doorbell, waited, and then rang the doorbell again.

His heart was thumping but he was taking long, deep breaths, getting into the zone. The SKS felt so damn good in his strong hand.

From inside, a shadow approached, jelling into the figure of a woman. She opened the door slightly, smiled as he opened the glass storm door. She was a good-looking piece of flesh, big smile, shoulder-length red hair, just a bit of make-up, nice rack in a white buttoned-lace blouse, tight jeans.

“Mrs. Crowley?” Louis asked.

“Yes?” she said. “What can I do for you?”

Still smiling he pounced, lowering his shoulder so he punched right through the open door. She fell back, stumbled, her face startled, screaming, and the door swung open so hard it hit the wall. He raised up the SKS, pointed it at her, and said, “Sit the fuck down! Sit the fuck down now!”

Jean-Paul was right behind him and keeping the rifle up, pointing it at her impressive chest.

Louis said, “Jean-Paul! Close and lock the door.”

“Got it.”

Louis heard the door shut behind him, looked down at the woman, splayed out on her butt, holding herself up by her manicured hands on the floor of her fine and clean kitchen. He liked the way she looked, down beneath him. Took a breath. “Is anybody else here?”

She shook her head, bit her trembling lower lip. “No.”

“You sure? I send my pal around, he’s not going to find your husband, or kids, or anything else, right? ’Cause if he does, we’ll hurt you, sweetie, we’ll hurt you good.”

Another shake of the head. Her voice quivered. “I’m here alone. I was getting ready to go to work.”

Jean-Paul was standing nearby, rifle at the ready. Louis said to him, “To the living room. Tell me if it’s clear or not.”

Jean-Paul went to the living room, adjacent to the kitchen, where the attractive Mrs. Crowley was sitting on her ass. “Clear, Louis.”

“Good.” He motioned with the rifle. “This is how it’s going to work. You’re gonna slide back across the floor to the living room, up on the couch.

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