Deadly Cult by Joel Gomez-Dossi

Author:Joel Gomez-Dossi [Gomez-Dossi, Joel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781602829343
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2013-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-eight

After the three-hour service, Jamie was dead tired. He avoided contact with the rest of the Faithfuls and lay down in his bunk. He tried to review the horrid events of the day, his hands outside of the blankets, of course.

Could Peter really have betrayed us? No matter who had told Mordecai, they still had to be careful. And Jamie still had to discover who was responsible for the shooting sprees. He was sure their mission depended upon that knowledge.

When the snores from his dorm mates became loud enough to cover up his movements, he slid down the bunk and ran to Eddie’s dorm. Eddie was rubbing his legs. He’d gone days without his medicines.

Jamie suggested he sit out tonight’s expedition. But Eddie whispered, “Like hell I will,” and hobbled outside with him.

Jamie’s plan was simple. He and Eddie would wait until they heard the guns, then follow the sound to where it was happening and scope it out. The best place to wait, Jamie said, was the main gate, hidden by the bushes.

Eddie agreed with the plan. “And it’s not like you haven’t rolled around in the bushes before.”

Jamie snickered and started walking.

They hid when they reached the gate. Every so often, the links would give off a crackle as an insect hit the metal and was fried by the electricity surging through it. Several minutes later, Jamie started squirming.

“You got ants in your pants?” Eddie asked.

“No. It’s just that all of a sudden, my butt itches.”

Eddie looked down and gasped. “Do you know what poison ivy looks like?”

“Yeah. ‘Leaves of three, let it be,’ but that’s for summer. It is barely spring. It’s freezing out here.”

“Jamie, poison ivy doesn’t go away in the winter. Only the leaves do, that’s why there’s another part to the rhyme. ‘Hairy vines, no friend of mine.’”

“Fuck!” Jamie stood up and pulled down his linen pants. Red splotches began appearing on his ass. He couldn’t help scratching.

Eddie pushed his hands away. “That’ll only make it worse. You told me that yourself.”

“What a great pair we are. You rubbing your flea-bitten stomach and me playing with my butt like a monkey in the zoo.”

Eddie grinned, then pointed to a nearby tree. “May I suggest we use that for our lookout instead?”

Jamie, sneaking a scratch, agreed. From that vantage point, they could see almost everything.

It didn’t take long before they spotted several hyped-up SUVs pulling up to the Disciples’ quarters. The doors to their log building burst open and out flew the hunky leader and his followers. But they weren’t dressed in the Brethren’s uniform of linen basics. Tonight they wore dress military uniforms, complete with M16 rifles hung over the shoulders.

Without saying a word, they climbed into the SUVs. Their movements looked practiced. The engines revved and the SUVs sped on their way to the gate.

“Good,” Jamie said. “When they get here, we’ll follow them.”

“Well, I’ll try,” Eddie responded, pointing to his leg.

The vehicles approached and the electronic gate opened. “Must be an electronic monitor in the SUV,” Jamie said.

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