The Deadly Grimoire: An Arkham Horror Novel by Rosemary Jones

Author:Rosemary Jones [Jones, Rosemary]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: historical fantasy, Arkham Horror, mystery & detective
Publisher: Aconyte
Published: 2022-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“So what would chew on an airplane?” I said as we drove away from Innsmouth.

“And take a bite that large?” said Wini.

“A whale?” speculated Tom.

“Whales are in the ocean. Planes are in the air,” I responded. The road from Innsmouth to the airfield was smooth and without any of the challenges of our earlier route along the cliffs. I shifted the gears and picked up speed, enjoying once again the feeling of zooming to a destination. Innsmouth bothered me. Not the accident to the plane, although that was odd enough, but something about the entire place felt wrong. It wasn’t that it was poor. I’d grown up poor. Boarded-up windows or unpainted front doors weren’t uncommon in the small town where I was from. But Innsmouth felt different. Perhaps it had been the overwhelming smell of ocean debris that blew through the town – there was a depressed air about the place.

“But it was a seaplane,” Tom yelled over the engine’s roar from his place in the backseat, still arguing for his whale theory, “so presumably it was in the sea at some point.”

“I still think it was the wind,” Wini finally said after a few more miles of pointless speculation. “Something like a waterspout that tore the wing and hurled the plane off course.”

We’d learned earlier that the plane ran a regular route, taking supplies to several isolated island communities before landing each evening in the Innsmouth harbor. A chief investor in the project appeared to be Nova Malone. Several of the townspeople referred to it as Miss Nova’s plane.

The plane carried no passengers, but the two-man crew was missing.

“Did you see the name of the plane?” I asked Wini and Tom. When they shook their heads, I said, “It had Gulliver painted on the tail.” The boat that had fallen from the air to land in front of us was named Gulliver, too. I salvaged a board with the letters “Gulliv” and put it in the trunk of my car, I told Tom.

“What? A boat fell out of the air?” he asked.

“Makes more sense now,” I said. “The dinghy must have fallen from the plane before they crashed.”

Wini shook her head. “I don’t think they’d be carrying anything that heavy. If they had any type of lifeboat with them, it was probably canvas or rubber. Besides, didn’t people say the seaplane disappeared earlier today? From what I heard, their flight plans went further east.”

“Perhaps they were lost nearer to the cliffs,” I speculated.

“Well, if that’s true, then we should start our search along that stretch.” As soon as a call went out for volunteers, Wini asked to join the search parties for the missing pilots. She intended to take up her own plane to see if she could spot the two men. Boats had been launched from the Innsmouth docks before we’d left. Chief among the organizers had been Nova Malone, who promised to set up a round-the-clock meal service for the searchers as well as a reward for any information about the missing men.

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