Time to Die by John Gilstrap

Author:John Gilstrap [Gilstrap, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Literature & Fiction, Thrillers
Amazon: B013ZNGZG6
Publisher: Lyrical Underground
Published: 2016-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Scotty stood, startling them all. “I’m hungry,” he said for the fourth time, and he walked toward the kitchen.

Brad jumped to his feet to stop him, then pulled back. What the hell? They were all hungry. Maybe with food on their bellies, everybody would feel less edgy. He followed. “Don’t even think about pulling a knife on me,” Brad said.

Scotty didn’t bother to acknowledge him; he just kept on into the kitchen. That’s when Brad thought of the back door. “Wait!” he commanded, his booming voice making everybody jump. He quick-stepped past the boy into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” Scotty asked.

Brad checked out the door in the back. Only the storm door was closed, the solid wooden door wide open and inviting. “Nice try,” Brad said. He walked past Scotty and pushed the door shut, leaning on it until he heard the tongue find its keeper.

“I wasn’t going to run away,” Scotty said.

Brad rolled his eyes and turned the key in the dead bolt above the knob, double-locking the door. He placed the key itself on top of the refrigerator, out of reach. “Not now, anyway,” he said. He watched as Scotty dragged his chair from the table over to the sink. “What are you doing now?”

“Getting the bread,” Scotty said. “I want to make a sandwich.”

Brad pointed to the open loaf that was already on the table. “What’s wrong with that?”

The boy seemed startled by the sight of the open package. “I don’t like that bread,” he said. He climbed up on the chair. “We’ve got fresher stuff up here.” He opened the cabinet.

Brad stepped up to join him. “Here, then, let me get it for you.”

“I can do it myself!” Scotty barked.

Gramma appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. “What on earth are you two doing?”

Brad whirled at the sound of her voice, leading with his weapon. “I thought I told you to stay in the living room.”

Gramma blanched at the sight of the gun and took a step back, warding him off with her hands. “Put that down,” she said. “If I was going to run off, I’d have done it. Your friend is in there sound asleep. She’s getting worse, you know.”

Brad didn’t like the way people had stopped obeying his commands. If the tide didn’t turn, he was going to have to hurt someone just to restore order. He needed to keep them scared.

“I know she is,” Brad said. “You don’t have to tell me. Now, please go back into the other room.”

“Don’t you want to look at her?” Gramma asked.

With that question Brad knew something was up; he knew that he was at a disadvantage, even if he didn’t know the specifics. He raised his weapon higher. “Let’s go, Gramma, I don’t want to have to tell you again.”

The old woman’s eyes shifted a little, focusing on Scotty just long enough for Brad to understand. Goddammit, they’d hidden something in the cabinet. He turned in time to see the pistol clutched in Scotty’s hand.

Brad lunged for the weapon, but not before he saw the tiny muzzle flash.

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