The Hidden Guilt Trilogy (Boxed Set) by Terry Keys

Author:Terry Keys
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: david porter, crime thriller, boxed set, chained guilt, serial killer
Publisher: Terry Keys
Published: 2017-04-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

I loaded my computer equipment and clothes into my truck as quickly as I could. Stacy had a few hours head start on me, if she was indeed heading toward her grandmother’s. Something about the woman’s story had seemed a little rehearsed, the more I thought about it. Almost too perfectly imperfect, if that makes any sense. Like she was expecting my call and was doing her best to play along.

As I hurried along the interstate, I looked around my truck for Lafitte’s swamp guide. From the maps I’d seen, her grandmother’s house looked pretty isolated. As my luck would have it, it wasn’t going to be easy to find. The goddamn house was right in the middle of the bayou. Whoever built it sure as hell didn’t want to be easily located.

I finally found the number and punched it in.

“Hello? Who the hell is this?”

“Uh . . . this is Detective David Porter HPD and—”

“Yeah okay. What the hell do you want?”

“Hey, bud, did I catch you on the wrong side of today or something? Looking for Randy Landry.”

“Listen pal . . .”

“No, you listen. I’m on official police business. Paul Lafitte told me you could be of service, but so far all—”

“Whoa, man. Why didn’t you say you were Lafitte’s friend in the beginning?”

What the hell was wrong with this guy?

“Okay, next time I’ll know. So here’s what I got. I need to get to an address, but the place is buried in the middle of this godforsaken swamp. It’ll take me two days to find it on my own, and I’ve got less than two hours, I imagine. Can you help me or not?”

“Yup. Sure can. He tell you my fee, buddy?”

Fee? I should have known Paul would conveniently forget to mention that part.

“Name your price.”

“Just foolin’, friend. No fee.”

I told Lafitte’s friend I’d meet him right where the map showed the road branched off in three directions. Without a guide from there, I’d be alligator dinner for certain.

I arrived at the meeting spot and looked around. I heard a loud whooshing noise and looked up in search of what I suspected was an incoming helicopter. I saw what appeared to be an airboat off in the distance. And then, just like that, he was there.

“You Porter?” the man said, shutting off the engine.

“Yeah! Randy?”

“Yup that’s me. Well, get the hell on! Let’s go!”

“What in the bloody hell is this, a goddamn airboat deluxe?”

“Aww shit, this old thing? A Cajun helicopter, my friend. A must-have out here in these swamps.”

“Well, I don’t want these people to know I’m coming. This contraption is rather loud.” Hell, who am I kidding? It was louder than anything I’d ever heard.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go a little ways in this, and then we can take my pirogue the rest of the way.”

Great. Go from this oversized airboat to a POS canoe? I just nodded and along we went. Karen and I were both regular watchers of Swamp People, but after this I’d have a whole new appreciation.

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