Solomon Creed (2015) by Simon Toyne

Author:Simon Toyne [Toyne, Simon]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: Thrillers, General, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Fiction
ISBN: 9780007551378
Google: eKiuBAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00O5KJUIO
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-09-09T12:00:00+00:00

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Solomon walked through the humid desert, glad of the boots on the flinty, spiky ground. The rain had carved tracks in the dust, wavy lines that followed the contours, as if hundreds of snakes had slithered through here. The day was starting to brighten again, the clouds thinning to let the afternoon sun and heat back in. His shirt was sticking to his back, but he didn’t remove his jacket or ease his pace.

He headed northwest towards the spill piles of the mine. He wanted to head north, out across the burned desert to the Tucker ranch, but it was too far to walk. He could see the airfield stretching away in the same direction, the parked squadrons of aircraft forming patterns across the land. He would have to detour round that too, which would make the journey even longer.

He took the almost squeezed-out tube of sunblock from his pocket and rubbed more on the back of his neck and over his ears and face. It felt slimy and awful but he put it on anyway. He thought about the ugly hat he’d left in Morgan’s car and wished he’d kept hold of it. He put the tube back in his pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses he had found in the house. They must have belonged to James Coronado too and he thought as he slipped them on that he was now walking in another man’s shoes and seeing the world through his eyes too.

He continued onward, keeping away from the houses and out of sight as long as he could until he reached the road and the fence surrounding the mine. There was no sign of industry beyond it, only more abandoned buildings. He spotted the mine entrance through a gap in the spill piles and lifted the sunglasses to get a better view. Some barrels were stacked outside, next to a trailer with coils of clear tubing piled on the back. The wheels of the trailer were slightly soft and the barrels had rust around the bases showing they hadn’t moved for some time. It seemed more like set dressing than actual equipment for a working mine. The low hum of an engine was coming from somewhere, steady and rhythmic, a pump most likely. It sounded as if it was underground but not far, not as far as it should be if it was flushing ore out of a mine that had already been depleted by years of heavy working.

The only modern thing about the whole place was the fence and the cameras on poles. The rest looked abandoned and felt deserted. He could see why the trusts were so important to the town. The mine couldn’t be producing enough revenue to pay for the church lighting bill. Solomon continued down the road until the fence ran out and he saw what he had come here for.

The livery yard was set back from the road, the horses moving around in their corrals now the rain had stopped.

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