The Price of Superstition by Tyson Abaroa

Author:Tyson Abaroa [Abaroa, Tyson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

IT WAS SLIGHTLY DISTURBING, TO say the least, to find out that our desert community was now home to a rogue faction of warrior monks. That made looking into them even harder. Now that I’d confirmed their existence, it would be harder to even distinguish who was a bad one and who was an innocent one. Not to mention they were all veterans and had some capability of violence.

I skipped going back to the museum. Pam was getting better at running it herself. Even though I had always wanted to be in charge like my uncle once was, I seemed to care less and less. If the board called me that night and told me that Pam was the boss now, I would be ready to still put in some volunteer hours for her.

Anyway, I smelled bad and was shirtless in my truck to keep the sweat from transferring from my shirt to the upholstery. I opened the garage and shut it before getting out of the truck.

When I got inside, I was surprised to find Allie waiting for me in the living room. She sat across my recliner with her legs hanging over the arm. She wore a pair of sweats and my old, faded Apache Junction High School t-shirt.

“Hello, sailor,” she said in a husky voice, looking me up and down.

I immediately folded my arms.

“I just—uh—left the gym.”

She then re-examined me, but not in a piece-of-meat kind of way. “You go to a gym?”

It stung.

“Well, not just any gym. I was learning to fence from the Teutonic Knights of the Bailiwick of Utrecht.”

Allie exploded out of the chair and vaulted over the back of the couch. “Where are they?” She grabbed one of my hands, pulling me back toward the garage door with a terrifying smile. “I’ll kill them tonight.”

I pulled my hand free. “Relax, psycho. The question is, will you kill the right ones?”

That checked her march to war.

“Let me clean up, and I’ll tell you everything.”

“But—”

“You need good intelligence before picking a fight with these guys. Trust me.”

She seethed as I walked away, and I was sure to lock the door behind me, since I hadn’t seen her so aggressive yet. While I showered and dressed, I thought of the best way to explain what had happened.

When I returned, she sat on the edge of the recliner, one of her legs bouncing up and down.

Calmly, I sat on the couch at an angle from her. As I told her everything that I had found and discovered, her face remained in a snarl.

“So, you see,” I said as I finished, “it’s a little more complicated than simply showing up with guns blazing.”

She slouched back. “You’re right. A bomb would be better.”

“You’re not bombing anyone!”

“They deserve it!”

“And when it’s traced back to me, it will be traced to my mother. My mother will kill you herself if she has to. She’s not going to risk discovery if you deliver a bomb or commit a massacre.”

Her nostrils flared. “I guess you are right.

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