Gate 76 by Andrew Diamond

Author:Andrew Diamond [Diamond, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Texas, drugs, Thriller, fbi, Aviation, Suspense, Crime, Detective, Corruption, Abuse
ISBN: 9780996350754
Publisher: Stolen Time Press via Indie Author Project
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet.

I turn and look at the floor, the coffee table, the couch. They’re covered with newspapers. A familiar face stares up at me from the floor. Rashad Obasanjo, with a bootprint stamped across his face. Travis must have stepped on it.

What did he say about Anna? That she reads the newspapers to get worked up and the Bible to get calmed down.

I pick up the paper with the photo of Obasanjo. She’s underlined parts of sentences: had access and opportunity, but no apparent motive… described by friends and family as devout, but no ties to radicals. The word devout is underlined twice, and the margins are littered with notes in a shaky hand.

I pick up another section of paper from the coffee table and read it by the light of the candles. It shows photos and brief written profiles of some of the crash victims.

She’s circled the paragraphs describing Sheldon Brown and his friend Franklin Dorsett, “two successful businessmen on their way to Hawaii to take a break from the pressures of work.” Brown owned several car dealerships. Dorsett owned a company that leased equipment for oil drilling. The story doesn’t show their photos, but in my mind, I can see them clearly. They were the ones in the VIP lounge in that video the airline sent us. Brown was the skinny, fidgety one. Dorsett was the fat drinker.

In the margin beside those paragraphs, she’s written, 2 + 2 = ?.

What does that mean?

I feel a little vibration in the floor, just a tiny bounce, and then a bright red bead of light appears on the question mark. 2 + 2 = a bright red dot of jittery light that travels up my arm and comes to rest on the side of my face.

“Who are you?” Her voice is tense and deadly serious.

She flips the switch beside the closet door, the light comes on, and there she is. Anna Brook, in faded cutoffs and a white tank top.

I put my hands up slowly beside my head as I turn toward her. “Freddy Ferguson,” I say. “I’m an investigator.”

“Where’s Travis?” She has a fierce look in her eye as she holds a black automatic pistol in a two-handed grip with both arms extended. I can tell by the hard look in her eyes she’s looking for reasons not to shoot me.

I nod toward the front door. “He’s on the porch.”

The fear rises up in her all at once. “Dead?”

“Drunk,” I say. “I had a little chat with him at the bar and—” I turn just slightly and she flinches. The gun is pointed at my chest now, the red bead of light dancing erratically on my shirt as she shakes.

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