First Shot: An utterly gripping fast-paced action thriller (A Grant Fletcher Thriller) by John Ryder

Author:John Ryder [Ryder, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781838887520
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2020-06-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Fletcher eased himself down to the ground and wriggled his way through the bush. He still hadn’t been able to contact Quadrado, so whether he liked it or not, when he left the Blackett house, he’d have to go into Daversville and find her.

The trip to Macon had eaten up a large portion of the morning but it had been a necessary evil. He needed a way to get past the dogs. To do this, he’d have to silence them, as while they patrolled the grounds, they did so without barking. As soon as they picked up his scent they’d bark. This in turn would warn the householders that he was approaching.

What he had to do was get past the dogs and then find a way into the house. There were no trellises he could scale to get to an upstairs window. Likewise there were no drainpipes located near windows and there were sure to be sturdy locks on the doors.

Fletcher had known all of this before he started back towards the house, and while it would make entering the property tougher for him, he’d come prepared. He was also expecting a higher level of security than he’d seen yesterday. Once they’d heard about the events at the lumber mill, the Blacketts were sure to have taken extra precautions with their home.

He saw movement at the house and focused his binoculars on the three figures walking to the garage. One was an elderly lady, and the two others were men of around sixty. They must be Constance Blackett and her sons Jimmy and Chuck.

Fletcher refocused his binoculars and zoomed in to get a better look at them. All three were wearing modern clothing that was stylish and looked to have been tailored to fit. Their hair was cut neat and while one of the men had a bookish air about him, the other looked as if he wrestled bears for fun.

The bookish son entered the garage and a moment later drove out in a top-class Mercedes which glinted sunbeams from its every polished surface. The bear wrestler tapped his foot as he waited for Constance to climb into the back of the car and then joined his brother up front.

Fletcher was pleased to see the gates open by themselves. It spoke of a remote device controlling them rather than a security guard at the gate opening them manually.

The Blacketts leaving was a boon and a drawback. On the one hand, he’d stand a far better chance of getting into the house if they weren’t there, but the whole purpose of getting into the house was to question them.

From their clothes and choice of vehicle, Fletcher was certain they weren’t going anywhere near the lumber mill or Daversville. Whether it was a business meeting somewhere, or a family lunch date, they would be gone for a few hours.

The only reason Fletcher could think of for them not being at the lumber mill was the family knew nothing of his nocturnal visit.

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