The Abbey (a full-length suspense thriller) by Culver Chris

Author:Culver, Chris [Culver, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Hannah stayed long enough to fill a duffel bag with clothes before driving back to her sister’s house. I hated watching her go, even if it was for the best. She wanted me to go with her, but it was too late for that. Azrael and Karen Rea had already killed Robbie Cutting and Rachel. Unless I missed my mark, their organization had probably also taken out Rollo and James Russo. I doubted they’d hesitate to take me out, too. If I quit, Hannah, Megan, and I were dead.

I started to walk back inside but stopped in the front entryway. The frame around my front door was cracked, leaving a gap between the door and sill big enough that every bug in the state could crawl into my living room. I didn’t have time to reframe it before dark, so I grabbed a sheet of uncut plywood from my garage and nailed it against what was left of the door frame. It wouldn’t stop anybody from getting into my house if they were really determined, but at least it’d keep the squirrels from getting into my living room.

That done, I went through my kitchen door and grabbed a soda from the fridge. I rolled it against my forehead. It was fair to say that Azrael had gotten my message the night before and sent one right back to me. He might have been ready and looking for a fight, but I wasn’t. I needed a new tactic. I gulped the soda and threw it in the trash before heading to my cruiser.

I turned on my car but left it in park as I flipped through my notebook. If the incorporation papers for Sunshine Blood Products were accurate, I had Karen Rea’s home address. She and Azrael seemed to know a lot about me; it was time I learned something about them. According to my notes, Karen lived in Fischers, a wealthy suburb northeast of the city. I entered her address into my cruiser’s GPS. It said the drive would take me twenty–five minutes, which would put me there at roughly two–thirty. I had plenty of time before most people came home from work.

I put my car in gear and headed out. Karen’s neighborhood was typical of her area. The houses were roughly three–to–four thousand square feet, and all had yards large enough to field a baseball game. Very little was ostentatious or showy; it was a neighborhood where the upper class congregated to raise children outside the corrupting elements of the city. Unfortunately, a wrought–iron fence surrounded the complex and a guardhouse stood in front of the only entrance. That complicated things.

I pulled up to the guardhouse and opened my window. A young guy stepped out. He looked like he was in his early thirties. He was wearing a gray uniform that was a few sizes too small on a thick neck. As far as I could tell, he was unarmed, but he had a radio on his belt. He leaned over, and I caught sight of his name tag.

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