Credible Threat by Ken Fite

Author:Ken Fite [Fite, Ken]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery, Political, Suspense, Terrorism, Thriller
Amazon: B01KGIKHX0
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-13T23:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-EIGHT

I MOVED MY leg, fully expecting the bomb to detonate.

When it didn’t, I ran out of the room, following Reed, and trying to keep the Maglite steady on the stairs. Before I reached the bottom floor, a terrible thought occurred to me. Did Jami enter the building when she saw Chris run inside? Did she maintain her position or was she here, inside the residence?

“Bomb!” I yelled, not knowing if Jami was there in the dark somewhere. “Get out!”

I ran out the front door and jumped over the small set of steps that bridged the door from the sidewalk. The moment I jumped, the upper floor of 1517 exploded.

The upstairs windows shattered. I hit the ground and glass fell on top of me. I put my hands on the back of my head to protect myself. My left hand rested on the gash on my head. The pain was excruciating.

I heard the sound of a car screech to an immediate halt right in front of me. I looked up and saw Chris and Jami across the street. I passed behind the car to join them and we watched as 1515 started to catch on fire. Within a matter of seconds, the entire top floor of both sides of the building burned brightly.

Another explosion rocked the building, this time coming from 1515 and we shielded ourselves from the shattering glass. There must have been a bomb on Chris’s side of the building that he didn’t see.

The person in the car that had stopped to look at the fire got scared off by the second explosion and the vehicle started to move. They picked up speed, turned the corner, and disappeared. I looked to my right and saw Chris step away to make a call. Shortly after he returned, I heard a siren coming from the other end of Good Hope Road.

Residents on our side of the street walked out of their homes. Some of them were scared. Most were just curious. A woman in one of the apartments directly behind us opened her door. “Oh my God,” she cried.

I turned to look at the woman. Although she kept the door to her home cracked open, I saw that she was holding a newborn as she kept her eyes fixed on the flames across the street growing taller by the minute.

“What happened?” she asked and started to panic. “Is this a terrorist attack?”

“It’s going to be okay, ma’am. Please stay inside,” replied Jami but the woman ignored her and opened the door and walked to the front yard when she saw that some of her neighbors had already done the same.

“We need to move,” I said, knowing that if we hung around, we’d have a lot of explaining to do. We didn’t have time to talk to the FBI or anyone else. There’d be time for that later. With just a few hours before the inauguration, we had to keep going. I called for Chris and he headed back our way.

The three of us moved west on Good Hope and hung a left on 15th Street.

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