Comes a Horseman by Robert Liparulo

Author:Robert Liparulo
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Mystery, Government Investigators, Christian, Colorado, Serial Murders, Mystery & Detective, Horror, ebook, Fiction, Religion, book, Suspense, Espionage, Thrillers, Americans, General, Religious, Thriller, Jerusalem
ISBN: 9780785261766
Publisher: WestBow Press
Published: 2005-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The Anacostia Freeway running north out of Garrisonville was like an electrocardiograph on the pulsing heart of human pluralism. Farms and woods represented the downbeats, the rests. Everything seemed at peace. A burning porch light in the distance marked the occasional home where all other lights had been extinguished early, its occupants now deep in slumber. Then the heart would beat again and a city emerged, its sodium-vapor radiance revealing the bustle of activity. Bump-BUMP, bumpBUMP. Farm-city, wilderness-town.

Brady chased his vehicle’s headlights along that ECG line. Through urban upbeats, he tried to hold his speed to eight over the posted limit; most cops went after the ten-and-over crowd. Brady opened it up through rural downbeats, figuring these stretches didn’t provide enough pickings to attract round-the-clock watchdogs.

He glanced at Zach in the passenger’s seat, fast asleep. It was not yet nine o’clock, but Brady knew from experience that extreme stress was exhausting. The boy was leaning against the door, his head on his balled-up blankie. His legs were pulled up close to his body. His breathing was slow and deep.

The Toyota Highlander was comfortable; the drive was easy. But it gave him plenty of time to think, and that was hard. He’d already worked through the reasons the Pelletier killer might want him dead. He hadn’t thought he and Alicia had discovered enough to threaten him. Maybe they were closer than they knew. Even if they were, how would the killer know? Was it possible the killer had latched on to him simply because he was an authority figure? Or did he possess some trait the killer was looking for in his victims, something the others had also possessed? The most disturbing possibility was the one that had spooked Alicia: that someone was controlling the killer, and this person knew intimate details of Brady’s life and activities. That brought him back around to his original question: why would someone want him dead? The circle of questions was maddening.

He reached over and popped open the glove box. He pulled out a metal object about the size of a paperback book and shut the compartment door. He held it up to the light rushing through the back window from the car behind him. A chrome flask. Etched into the front were his initials—BDM—in old English script. It had been an anniversary present from Karen. She thought it was perfect because it was both personal and impractical—he had such little use for it. Back then he occasionally liked to spike his coffee, just a little splash. She’d had no idea it would become an item of daily use. He used his thumb to spin its lock-down collar and flip up the hinged stopper. He brought it to his nose and winced. Jim Beam.

Zach’s presence beside him tugged at his conscience the way heavenly bodies drew smaller objects into their gravitational field. He did not look again at the sleeping boy, but his awareness of Zach had not been greater since leaving the house. The

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