Finding His Home by Adam Walton

Author:Adam Walton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, angels, crime, murder, suicide, death, hell, christianity, politics, demons, revelation, antichrist, celibacy, end of world, purgatory, catholicism, washington dc, nde, theodicy, suicide cult
Publisher: Adam Walton

Chapter 10: Lenient

That night, as the sky darkened, Ed rode a Metro train to Olde Town in Alexandria, Virginia and hiked with a gym bag to the address Helen provided. Once he found the brick townhouse near the Potomac River, he climbed the wooden fence of the congressman’s patio and donned a black ski mask. As he expected, the lights were off with no one home.

Ed saw headlights move through the spaces in the wooden fence. He held his breath and fell to his knees – a false alarm, someone dropping off a neighbor’s kid.

He searched beneath the barbeque pit and found a tiny magnetic box. It contained the house key mentioned by Helen. He looked at his watch and knew he had burned too much time. Before anyone else drove by, he needed to get into the house and find the weapon in the congressman’s closet.

Ed left the patio and crept to the front door. After turning the lock, he deactivated the alarm and returned the key to its hiding place. His hand trembled as he reset the alarm and ran upstairs to find a loaded Colt .38 revolver.

The congressman’s closet had the odor of cedar and leather dress shoes. Ed crouched in a ball, clinching the revolver with his gloved hand and listening to the thump of the blood pulsing through his veins as he anticipated his first encounter with Congressman Jonathan Miller.

As Ed sat in the dark, he struggled not to second guess himself. He wondered what his mom and dad would say if Helen turned him in to the cops. He worried she had set him up as her fall guy, but he couldn’t settle on her motive. Was she after life-insurance money?

He moved to replace the revolver and leave when he heard the creak and groan of the garage-door motor. He wished the congressman had not shown up just before the fool was going to get a free pass. He heard a female voice say: “Satan connects all things” before high-pitched laughter came from all directions.

Ed laughed in return. “Yes, but will he help me survive this without going to prison?”

Before Ed knew it, the kitchen door slammed, and the sound of feet drummed up the steps. He imagined an army of tiny pustule-faced demons in a procession up the stairs, preparing the way for unspeakable evil. Ed’s trembling hand readied the revolver as an old man with a black business suit and a red necktie flipped on the light.

“Put your hands behind your head. Get face down on the floor!” The ski mask on Ed’s face made his eyes itch.

The man dropped to the ground without hesitation. “Take whatever you want. Please don’t shoot me.”

Ed landed on top of the stranger and pushed the tip of the pistol into his temple. “Leave your wife alone.”

The man turned his face to speak but averted his eyes from Ed. “You’re mistaken. I’m a widower.” Ed saw the brown age spots on the man’s hands; he looked older than 70.

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