Butcher by Miller Rex

Author:Miller, Rex [Miller, Rex]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Serial murderers, Fiction - Espionage, Horror, Fiction-Espionage, Fiction, Horror & Ghost Stories, Suspense, Espionage, Crime & Thriller, Espionage & spy thriller, Intrigue, Thriller, Horror - General
ISBN: 9781585860760
Publisher: E-reads/E-rights
Published: 1994-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

40

New Madrid County

Meara was up before dawn and on Sharon Kamen's case for real. He watched the rain break before sunrise and the red ball came up casting fiery rays of scarlet, crimson, pink, purple, lilac, and lavender light across the ribboned rain clouds of dark blue and gray.

Sharon was dressed, luckily, had hung up the phone moments before, and was writing a quick note, when someone knocked on her door. She was genuinely taken aback to see Ray standing there.

“Hope I didn't wake you?” he said, a polite questioning tone in his voice.

Yeah, she thought, I always sleep fully clothed. She shook her head no.

“There's flash flood watches forecast and it's probably gonna get a little hairy around here. I talked to this old boy I know, me and him go way back, and I asked him about this guy who lives in New Madrid. He's about seventy. I told your dad about him but I didn't think to put his name on your list. He's a river rat. Got these two boys meaner'n snakes, and a couple girls worse than they are. They poach. Dynamite fish.” He then said a word she didn't recognize. “I know they jacklight, bunch dogs—pick up strays, all that good stuff. If he was the guy and your dad braced him about it, well I think we might ought to go to Sheriff Pritchett with it, the guy in New Madrid, too."

“We?” She still didn't get it.

“There's another old guy in New Madrid would be worth talking to, and this would be a chance to drive in. You might have to boat there if you don't go now.” He made boating in sound like something incredibly tedious and complicated. “Better we go ahead and get started, if you think you want to."

“Let me think for a second,” she said. He had a point. She'd barely been able to hear on the phone. That would probably be the next thing—the phones would go. “Maybe we could just call down there?” But he was moving toward the parking lot.

“Water's already in a lot of the terminals. Come on, Sharon. Might be your only shot for a while if that river pushes on in."

She got her purse and slammed the door. “I need to come back right away, though, Ray. I've got scads of stuff to get done today.” Her tone was not particularly gracious and she didn't care.

Neither did he, apparently, as he didn't bother to reply. She got in the truck, which didn't seem quite as dirty as it had the day before, and shut the passenger door. A young, male, adenoidal jock's voice sing-songed through rip ‘n’ read weather news:

“It's the wettest on record. Thirteen inches for the month. We had our wettest day yesterday, with eight point twenty-seven inches. Flash-flood watches forecast for the Missouri Bootheel and southern III—” Meara stabbed at the station selector but it was as if the second station were an unbroken continuation of the first.

“—above flood stage at Frankfort and portions of the parkway are closed this morning.

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