Takedown by W. G. Griffiths

Author:W. G. Griffiths [GRIFFITHS, W. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780446559102
Publisher: FaithWords
Published: 2009-05-30T04:00:00+00:00

An hour later Gavin was heading north on his way upstate to see Buck, hoping to wake up from his nightmare. He stuffed in the last bite of a salted pretzel he’d bought from an outdoor vendor at the zoo. Breakfast and lunch, he thought. He’d been in too much of a hurry to find something to drink. Now water sounded good—a cool, clear glass with ice. But even his tugging thirst couldn’t keep his mind occupied for more than a few moments.

“Coincidence?” he said into the high winds sweeping around his convertible. “Coincidence?” he repeated. “How many coincidences does one have to experience before one decides one is not experiencing a coincidence?” He wanted to sit down with the HBO producers and ask them to explain what he was going through. They seemed to have all the answers. Right. He might as well add Chris and the lieutenant to that list while he was at it. How was he going to explain his theories to them?

His beeper vibrated. He arched his back, dug the beeper out of his pocket, read the number. Chris. He slowed down to where the winds were just less than the usual roar and called Chris on his cell phone.

“Gav? Where are you? I called the hospital, but they told me you’d left.”

“Were your ears burning? I was just thinking about you.”

“Did you hear?” Chris said urgently.

“What?”

“Where are you, in a cave? There’s been another attack.”

Gavin’s throat tightened with fear. Did something else happen to Amy?

“The ferry flipped.”

“What ferry?”

“It’s been on every radio station for the last hour.”

“What ferry?”

“The Sachacus.”

“Chris… I don’t know what the Sachacus is.”

“The high-speed ferry that goes from Glen Cove to New London, Connecticut. The casino ferry.”

“The jet boat?”

“Bingo.”

“My God! Any survivors?”

“More than you might think looking at it, but the casualties are high. Most of the crew lived, and thanks to them, what could have been a total disaster was minimized.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll explain when I see you. It’s complicated.”

“How did it flip?”

“I don’t exactly know yet, but it looks like our boy again.”

“What makes you think so?”

“The same blue-collar, hardware-store workmanship we saw at the train wreck. No explosives. And guess what else?”

“He left a business card.”

“Minus the phone number. This one written with red crayon on the bottom of the hull. Easy to read with the boat on its back.”

“What does it say?”

“Micah five-fifteen. Another Bible verse.”

“I figured that, but what does the verse say?” Gavin said, amazed that the Bible had a book called Micah.

“‘I will execute vengeance and wrath on the nations which have not obeyed.’”

Gavin took a moment to let the words sink in. “And this ferry brought who to where?”

“Exactly. It’s hard to believe this garbage found its way to Long Island. Guess he feels there’s a lot of targets here.”

“Like a shark in a swimming pool.”

“Oh, by the way, the Feds wanted the prints we found on the Camel pack.”

“Just make sure someone stays on them. You know how they can be. We’ll find out who this guy is in the newspaper before they call us back.

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