Sanctuary in Steel (Chad Halverson) by Bryan Cassiday

Author:Bryan Cassiday [Cassiday, Bryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-11-12T04:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 38

Bascomb told his men to unload the boat.

Halverson and Reno were going to pitch in, but Bascomb nixed it.

“You two are with me,” said Bascomb.

“To what do we owe this honor?” Reno muttered with a smirk to Halverson.

“What? I didn’t catch that,” said Bascomb.

“Where are we going?” asked Reno.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Reno shrugged and followed him.

Wondering what Bascomb was up to, Halverson did likewise.

Halverson and Reno lagged behind Bascomb as they ascended the path that cranked back to the prison. Halverson could sense that Reno was hanging back eager to talk to him. Halverson dragged his feet to stay in step with Reno.

Jones brought up the rear of the procession, holding the animal grabber away from his body so the gyrating remains of the ghoul could not bite him.

Out of Bascomb’s earshot, Reno said to Halverson with a chuckle, “How did you like getting chewed out by JB, you pathetic failure?”

Halverson chortled. “JB can take a long walk off a short pier.”

“The guy’s a piece of work,” said Reno, sneering at Bascomb’s back as the man swaggered ahead of them. “His social skills seem limited.”

“Not an easy guy to get along with.”

“Let’s round up the others and split from this place,” said Reno under his breath.

Halverson was of two minds. The island was safe from the walking dead, he knew, but it wasn’t safe from Bascomb. It wasn’t clear what Bascomb’s plans were. It could very well be that Bascomb was more dangerous to him, Reno, Victoria, Parnell, and Brittany than were the zombies.

When they reached the entrance to the prison, Bascomb summoned Halverson and Reno.

“Follow me,” said Bascomb, pointing at them. “Kobe, lock the suspect up.”

Kobe nodded and ushered the ghoul to A Block as they all entered the cell house.

Bascomb led Halverson and Reno down Broadway in B Block.

Walking down Broadway, Halverson made out residents sitting in cells on his right and left. When the residents espied Bascomb, they stopped talking to each other. Halverson found their silence in the presence of Bascomb strange. In fact, he had noticed on the Zodiac that nobody had talked to each other either.

Halverson was liking Bascomb less and less.

Bascomb proceeded to the end of Broadway and hung a left on Times Square. He headed under the West Gun Gallery and took a right into the stairwell located a few feet before the catwalk entrance to the gallery.

They emerged on a cement concourse that ended in a short flight of steps twenty-odd feet long and a foot wide that led at a slight angle to the exercise yard.

“Here’s the yard,” said Bascomb.

In the middle of the yard, workers were digging a large pit. At the bottom of the pit were a chugging front-end loader and numerous sweat-soaked men and women wielding shovels. Looming over the recreation yard was the nearby water tower.

“Is this your idea of exercise here?” asked Reno.

“It does keep people busy,” answered Bascomb. “You know what they say about idle hands.”

“Is there any point to this big hole?”

“Actually, there is.

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