The Amazing Wolf Boy by Roxanne Smolen

Author:Roxanne Smolen [Smolen, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: L&L Dreamspell
Published: 2011-10-04T16:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed that Uncle Bob was the killer—his strange hours, the fact that he had only one real friend. He used to invite me to go out with him, but he never did anymore. Not that I would, but still.

I remembered my uncle raising his voice to me when I mentioned the first murder. I’d heard about it from old Mrs. Binkley. My uncle’s reaction surprised me. I thought he knew more than he was saying, but I was too preoccupied to follow up.

Then there was the morning he came home with blood on him. He threw his shirt away casually, like it happened all the time. There were scratches on his neck. Catfight, he said. I should have realized.

What should I do now?

I paced the room, wringing my hands. I could turn him in, but all my proof was circumstantial. People liked him around here. They’d believe him before they believed me. But I couldn’t stay in the house with a serial killer.

The thought stopped me cold. My uncle was a serial killer. How could he do this to me? I thought he was a good guy. I liked him.

This was the evil from my Tarot card reading. The grandmaster had warned me—not what, but whom. But if she knew who it was all along, why didn’t she tell me?

Maybe she meant someone else. Maybe I was wrong.

Frantically, I searched the living room—stacking newspapers, looking under the recliner. The jawbone wasn’t there.

The killer would mount the jaw on an axe handle, the sheriff stated in the article. Either an axe handle or…

I sank to the floor. A baseball bat. My uncle kept a bat in the cab of his truck. He was evil. A murderer.

How could I prove it? I needed to act normal and try to catch him doing something weird, something I could take to the sheriff. It was dangerous, but I would prevail. The grandmaster told me so.

That night I tossed and turned, listening for my uncle to come in. He never did. Eventually, I drifted to sleep.

When I woke the next morning, I checked the news for another murder. No reports. I felt relieved, but not entirely convinced. Halfway to the kitchen, I smelled my uncle’s coffee. I hesitated, then forced myself to enter the room.

“Morning.” I avoided his eyes. “Have a nice night?”

“Great. An old friend was in town.” Uncle Bob stared at me. “You mad because I didn’t call in?”

I shrugged. “It’s your house.”

“No, no. It’s what I would expect of you. I should do the same. It won’t happen again.”

Silence fell between us. I gazed outside. The sky was bright blue, and the breeze was cold and dry.

“Whatever happened to the jawbone that kept the newspapers from blowing around?” I asked.

He chuckled and slurped his coffee. “That old thing? I’m surprised you ask.”

“I thought it was cool. I went to show Brittany, but it was gone.”

He sobered. “I heard her come over yesterday. You okay?”

“Fine,” I said, not sure what he meant.

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