Ride the Light (Hell inc Series Book 7) by Dick Wybrow

Author:Dick Wybrow [Wybrow, Dick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-19T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The morning light made the world look peaceful and pure. The sun was emerging from the dark Scottish sea, still dim, as if it had been extinguished overnight and was now claiming back its fire.

I was so relieved to see Uncle Jerry, it kind of surprised me. Despite his insistence that I was this Rasputin Frewer reborn—or, rather, newly dead—I had no recollection of the guy. But for a moment, seeing the old guy warmed me more than any morning sun could.

He introduced me to a livie named Taban, who could hear ghosts and wasn’t happy to add another to the chorus. She was half Uncle Jerry’s size and probably ten years younger. Somehow, though, she looked a full decade older.

The old Scot had been up all night with the two of them and now wanted to check on her rose bushes to help clear her head. I suggested she stay clear of the mountain.

She replied, “Can it, voices,” and toddled away.

Captain Alexander Selkirk and his crew were, for the moment, chilling on the sand after I’d asked them to wait around for a few minutes longer.

I got Uncle Jerry and Julius up to speed on the new player: Henry McCahill.

“What makes you think he’ll try to pull something off at the Games, Razzie?” Uncle Jerry said and yawned. “There’ll be tons of people around. Too many witnesses.”

“The timing fits,” I said.

Julius was sitting on the sand-swept parking lot and looked over at me. “We gotta work out what he plans to do before he does it. Maybe your new sailor friends down there can help.” He nodded to what certainly was a motley crew.

“I think I can talk ‘em around, but we need someone in the Games themselves,” I said. “That way, we can monitor what’s going on from inside and out.”

Uncle Jerry nodded along for a moment, then his eyes popped open. “Now, wait a minute—”

“Come on, man,” I said, a smile in my voice. “You’re the only livie on the team.”

“What about Taban?” Our old pilot threw his hands up. “She knows this stuff way better than I do.”

I shook my head. “From what Julius was saying, the old girl got winded just getting out of her chair. And we don’t really know her. You’ve got to be our champion, man.”

The old pilot drew in a deep breath, and as he let it out, he chuckled. “Well, it worked before, I guess.”

I frowned. “Before?”

“Yeah, when we were in Japan a while back.” Our old pilot chuckled. “You got the Actor to run in some race called the ‘lucky man’ so we could find a piece of your lamp.”

“Did that work?” I asked.

He nodded. “Sure, in the end. But you did almost get him killed,” he said. “Sounds like fun. I’m game.”

I asked Julius to see if Taban knew how to get our man into the Games. Without hesitation, he popped up, made a show of dusting off his tuxedo pants, which they didn’t need, of course, flashed a smile, and headed off.

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