The Yellowjacket by Mike Miracle

Author:Mike Miracle [Miracle, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

At 3:15 a.m., Gerald Butler got his shit together and left his hotel room. The halls were quiet, the elevator ride down three floors was quiet. There was nobody at the front desk in the lobby this time of the morning to wish him a good day. Hell, the continental breakfast and coffee weren’t even out yet.

As Gerald left the air-conditioned hotel lobby, the hot, humid night air hit him. He immediately regretted not wearing his work-out shorts and tee shirt. For official FBI business, he had to dress the part complete with shirt and tie. The jacket could stay off for now. He normally wore the jacket to cover the shoulder rig that held his Glock Model 22. He was a large athletic dark-skinned man, which was intimidating enough for most folks. A man that large openly carrying a pistol was downright frightening.

The walk to the government issued Ford Taurus was a short one. He threw his suit jacket onto the back seat and climbed into the driver’s seat. He started up the five-year-old car and turned the air conditioning up to high. He accessed the address on his phone and pushed the icon that would give him the turn by turn directions. Gerald let out a sigh, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and looked at the digital clock on the dashboard, seeing 3:19 in glowing green numbers.

His cell phone was sitting in a cradle on the dashboard. He powered it up and hit the start button on the navigation app. A friendly robotic voice said, “Proceed to the nearest exit, then turn right.” Gerald put the car in gear and proceeded to follow the directions.

The forty-five-minute drive to Springwater took fifty minutes. Gerald stopped at a convenience store for a cup of old coffee and an even older glazed doughnut. He rolled down the darkened, deserted streets of Springwater until he found Main Street. He glanced his phone to gage how close he was to his next turn. “In 500 feet, turn left onto Sycamore. Your destination will be on the right,” said the mechanical voice.

Gerald made the turn, then started reading the numbers off mailboxes. He was looking for 1500 Sycamore. The 1400 block was short, only two houses. They were poorly lit structures, it was the middle of the night. But these houses looked like they had been abandoned, with sagging roofs and old broken-down automobiles littering the yards. Then he saw 1500 Sycamore at the corner of the next block. It was in worse condition. Its roof was missing. Tornado? Fire? Hard to say. It was an easy deduction that nobody was currently living there.

Gerald pulled the car over into the driveway of the uninhabitable house, turned off the headlights, and grabbed his phone from the cradle. He was getting ready to call Jenny, but then he remembered the trouble she had talking during their earlier meeting. Gerald composed a text to his partner. “Jenny, 1500 Sycamore is an abandoned partially destroyed shack.

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