Entry Wounds: A Supernatural Thriller by Brandon McNulty

Author:Brandon McNulty [McNulty, Brandon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Midnight Point Press
Published: 2021-09-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

Hoping to clear his overburdened mind, Ken trudged outside in search of Hannah’s van. From the moment his feet hit the sidewalk, his senses came under assault. Blinding sunlight crashed against his eyes; dead leaves crunched underfoot, the sound of each step irritating him toward insanity. At the street corner, his nostrils took a beating from a busted garbage bag. The fumes followed him, carried by a chilly morning breeze that seemed intent on suffocating him. He hurried down the next block before the air cleared. Suddenly he realized, to his horror, that he'd forgotten his jacket.

The snubnose was out in the open.

Right where anyone could see it.

Arrest me now, he thought.

He buried the gun in his pants pocket, obscuring it. No telling how obvious it looked, but he didn’t care at this point. Running on no sleep had that effect on him.

Hannah’s Ford Windstar was parked along the curb with its window open. The interior stank of buffalo sauce gone bad. A swarm of flies hovered inside. He reached in and discovered the lock was already popped. Somebody had looted the van. Although, judging by the crusty interior seats and scattered sandwich wrappers, there wasn’t much worth stealing.

He opened the door. A squirrel darted out, scaring him into nearly pulling the trigger. His heart thumped erratically while he sifted through discarded fast-food bags on the floor. He stuffed them all into a single bag, which he tossed under the vehicle. He then lifted the floor mats and found a crumpled piece of paper.

He unfolded it. It read:

—need money, new IDs, or anything else, bring this weapon to the Sunrise Building on San Martin Ave. There you’ll find a man who can help. His name is Takahashi. He’ll take care of you.

All my love,

Your father

Ken rubbed his eyes and reread the note. He couldn’t believe it. Takahashi? Could this be the same guy who called Dad on Friday morning? If that were the case, what did it mean? Did Takahashi want Dad dead? Most likely not, considering the warning had nearly saved Dad’s life, but something was off here. Ken needed to ask Hannah.

After locking the van, he headed home. The moment he reached his front lawn, he noticed someone wearing a pink hoodie and khaki capris standing on his porch. He thought his weary mind was projecting fantasies, because the woman looked like Angela. He shut his eyes tight. When he reopened them, she was still there, thumbing his doorbell. A faint ding-dong echoed.

He hurriedly tucked his gunhand under the back of his shirt.

“Angela?”

At the sound of her name she twisted around. She didn’t appear happy to see him. Her face was red, makeup streaked beneath her eyes. She’d been crying.

Over how I left her the other night?

“Hey,” he said, “about Friday night…”

“You left your phone in my yard,” she said, pulling it from her back pocket. “Thought you might stop by for it, but you never showed.”

“Sorry,” he said. “My hands were full.”

She tossed her dark hair behind her shoulder and descended the porch steps.

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