Rising Storm (Jack Dahlish Book 8) by Tim Rangnow

Author:Tim Rangnow [Rangnow, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vagabond Publishing
Published: 2022-07-08T04:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FIVE

The sedan might have looked like a boat cruising along the highway, but it must have had a gas tank that was just as large as it was. My bladder was starting to yell and scream that it needed relief, but there was no way I was going to make us stop and miss the chance of catching up to the FBI agent.

In just over two hours, we blew through Fort Worth on the interstate, which we’d joined thirty miles outside of town. Alison was passing cars left and right, and the one time I gathered the courage to peek at the speedometer I saw her approaching ninety.

She slammed on the brakes, and I braced against the dash as my wide eyes took in a sea of red taillights ahead of us. Laran cursed as he rolled off the backseat, and Alison swore as we came to a dead stop.

“Shoulder?” I suggested. The one beside the left lane was too narrow for a car, but the shoulder on the right was built wide to accommodate motorists who needed to pull over for emergencies.

“No use,” she spat, waving ahead. I craned my neck until I saw the flashing yellow lights of a work crew on the side of the road about a mile ahead. The interstate was clogged up because several lanes were closed while repairs were underway.

Her hand strayed toward the Blackberry, and I knew she was fighting the urge to call and have the local Marshals get a location on the FBI agent. “We can’t let them know we’re coming,” I reminded her.

“I know. It would just be so much easier if I knew where he was. For all we know, Sargos is stuck in this traffic with Higgis in his back seat.”

Laran leaned forward in anticipation. “Do you really think we could be that close?”

She shrugged. “It all depends on how eager he is to turn the man over to his masters before he goes back to the office and has to explain where he’s been all day. If he kept to the speed limit, we should be very close.”

“Well, it doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere too quickly for a while,” he said as we crept forward a few feet before coming to another stop. The rear door opened, but when I turned to look there was no sign of the war god through the windows. It was like he’d simply disappeared.

“He does that sometimes,” Alison said when I looked at her in confusion. “He says it was useful when he had to scout a battlefield before clashing with the enemy.”

A god that could move invisibly through the world. I wondered if it was an ability all of them had. It would certainly explain why there were so few stories about encounters with gods over the last couple thousand years.

It also made me think of the gray men, and their ability to pass unnoticed. They weren’t invisible, just so boringly average that the brain filtered them out.

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