After the Evil: A Jake Roberts Novel by Cary Allen Stone

Author:Cary Allen Stone [Stone, Cary Allen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Fine Line Books
Published: 2015-08-04T04:00:00+00:00

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Leaving CID, I feel like empty. Harmon drags alongside me. Everyone knows to leave us alone. The two front doors of the precinct swing open, and we make our escape, just like kids bailing out of school. Outside in the natural light of the sun, I squint.

“Where now?”

Those two words are all I hear him, the rest are indiscernible. We keep walking until we reach his car. My inner detective is tugging on me. I go over the Abrams’ crime scene again in my head to see if we missed something. There is also the possibility there wasn’t anything to miss. The killer could just be that good. The only witness, if he could be called one, was an eighty-year-old man with poor eyesight, and a bad memory that thought he saw a silver foreign car leave the driveway about the time of Abrams’s murder. I’m not sure it was the same day. Harmon drives in silence until he utters one word. It has nothing to do with the case.

“Sprites.”

He asks if I know what they are.

“They’re bright red flashes with blue tendrils, that blast out of the tops of thunderstorm cells for a few thousandths of a second, for up to sixty miles.”

I had just read about them.

“T-G-F’s are terrestrially-generated flashes, or upward lightning.”

I try to remember what else the article said. Harmon goes philosophical.

“There is some real cool stuff going on in this universe that we don’t pay attention to.”

He means Mika, and my lament slips out before I can stop it.

“I wish she had stayed.”

“Hey man, you going to be okay?”

Harmon glances several times at me.

“Yeah fine, there’s no show here, keep moving.”

I play it down and quickly assert.

“It was just…good to be around her again, that’s all.”

“I thought you were all hooked up with that Powers woman.”

“I am, it’s just Mika and I go back a long way.”

To prevent another sad Jake story, he changes the subject.

“Too bad we couldn’t find the runner. He’s dirty. I can feel it. Why else did he take off? If he were just a fan, he would have grabbed a souvenir. He was fast, Jake––fast.”

“Maybe he didn’t have time to grab a souvenir.”

That’s all I can think of to say. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I’m burned out about it. I need some Lori-time. My demons aren’t around when she is. Maybe it’s time to reevaluate my career.

“When are we going to stop for a few cold ones?”

“We’re in the middle of the hood, Jake. A white boy, sorry, a red boy like you can get whacked out here for no reason, I’m looking for a safe place to—”

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