The Shot by Leona Bushman

Author:Leona Bushman [Bushman, Leona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery, Romance, Steampunk, Thriller
Amazon: B076WXPHX4
Publisher: Breathless Press
Published: 2017-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Thompson chased after the cloaked figure, his shoes tapping on the floor in rapid succession, and to Victoria’s horror, her father’s patented business loafers walked into her line of sight. Great. Just peachy-keeno. She struggled to get up to face her father in a more dignified pose and was surprised to find him squatting down to check on her.

Struggling to right herself, she finally compromised on leaning back against the wall and waited for her head to stop spinning. “Hi, father,” she said with as much strength as she could muster.

“Are you all right?” he asked quietly. “I came around the corner in time to see you fall and to see the hole in the wall where the bullet struck. It’s lucky you fell.”

Victoria could not have been more shocked than if someone had hit her with a stun gun on full power. “I...what? What bullet?” she asked. But even as she said it, she remembered the sound she’d heard when she stumbled. Cold trembles began deep in her gut. “Someone shot at me?” she whispered.

“Yes, I...”

Bill’s shout covered up whatever her father may have said, and she didn’t know whether to be unhappy or grateful.

“Victoria! Oh my God, are you okay?” Bill exclaimed as he rushed to her. “I saw it on the monitors,” he explained in response to her confused look.

“Oh. Did you see who did it?” Victoria asked, still a bit dazed by the scenario.

Bill sat down next to her, barely glancing at her father. “No. But when she lifted her hand to shoot at you, I could see it was a she. Her upper clothes fit closely, as current fashion dictates.”

He touched her face gently, stroking her cheek. “Come,” Bill said, taking her hand and helping her up. “We need to get you somewhere else. Hastings, please get the voicelet pieces and bring them with you.”

He took her arm and used small movements as he steered her away from their location. He took her back to the station master’s office and sat her in Thompson’s chair. Victoria stayed quiet, not sure what to make of her father’s uncharacteristic solicitations, and Bill’s gentle manner.

A breathless Fiona fussed over Victoria, bringing her tea and a bit of chocolate. “Here, you look a fright,” Fiona said as she handed her the plate full of treats.

“Thanks,” Victoria said, absently munching the chocolate. She still did not know what to think of the attacks and watched the monitor which still showed the hallway where she fell. Soon, Thompson came back with someone from Scotland Yard.

The man from Scotland Yard wore a dark suit, tweed, if she was not mistaken. His weathered face was lined with thick wrinkles around the mouth and eyes. The slight paunch around his middle combined with his broad shoulders might cause one to mistake him for a great big teddy bear. This was her first impression, until she noticed his gray eyes, piercing and sharp. Cops eyes. She had seen his type before—with her sister. She shook her head to ward off thoughts of her sister’s past.

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