Sandman by William W. Johnstone

Sandman by William W. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone [Johnstone, William W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-10-10T04:00:00+00:00


ELEVEN

Mike drove Connie to the hospital, advising her on the way not to expect too much at first from her husband. He was in restraints and had been sedated.

Leo and Stanford stayed at the house with Janis and Melissa. Paul had gone to his room. By the set of his shoulders, Stanford knew the boy was highly irritated, and he knew why.

Paul’s plans had not worked out. Stanford felt sure the boy had counted on the police killing his father, with no suspicion placed on him.

Stanford also knew that Sheriff Sandry and Chief Bambridge had given firm orders to their forces to take Mark Kelly alive—if possible.

Just don’t get yourselves killed in the process, both men had added.

Stanford felt it would be most interesting to see what the little demon would do next.

Dangerous and quite possibly deadly, but still interesting.

Paul certainly was aware by now that his every move would be observed. He was under a magnifying glass.

Leo answered the doorbell, admitting Father Gomez.

Both men noticed that the priest seemed much more relaxed than the last time they’d seen him.

Gomez carried a small box in his hand. He sat down, was introduced to Janis and Melissa, and opened the box.

Gold crosses and chains.

“I had them blessed last night,” the priest explained, giving each person a cross. “Give these to your friends, Janis. Make certain you do that. And give this one to your mother. You, personally, place it around her neck. Will you do that?”

“OK, Father.”

The priest leaned back in his chair. “That coffee smells good. Could I possibly beat you out of a cup?” He smiled at the girl.

“You got it!”

Melissa went with Janis, to make some toast.

When the girls were out of earshot, Leo asked, “Did you come to meet Paul?”

The priest nodded. “If he’ll meet me. It’s time. I want to see his reaction when we come face-to-face.”

“And what do you anticipate that reaction will be?” Stanford inquired.

Gomez shrugged. “Who knows? This early in the game, I doubt it will be anything dramatic. But then, he may decide to kill me and have done with it.”

“You can talk in front of us, Father Gomez,” Janis called from the kitchen. “We know all about it. Me and Melissa and the gang.”

The men smiled, Gomez calling out, “Sorry, Janis. I suppose it is an adult’s inclination to be protective of the young.”

Laughter drifted out of Paul’s room, floating like an evil invisible vapor up the hall and into the den and kitchen.

“He has extraordinarily good hearing,” Leo noted.

“Yes. But that’s about as far as it goes,” the priest replied, accepting a cup of coffee and a plate of toast with thanks.

The others waited for an explanation of that statement.

“I spent most of last night in study and consultation with the Monsignor in Phoenix.” He glanced at Janis. “Would you turn on the stereo, dear? A little noise would be most helpful.”

She got his drift and smiled. Just like in the books and movies, she thought, walking to the bank of electronic equipment that made up a complete entertainment center.



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