Hawke's Target by Reavis Z. Wortham

Author:Reavis Z. Wortham
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2019-04-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Northwest of the Comanche campground, an angry line of roiling clouds heralding the cold front had finally arrived. With a rush of chilly air, the grass and sage that had been leaning toward the north reversed direction. A light shower passed through, signaling what was to come.

Thunder vibrated the air and made the few glass dishes in the trailer’s cabinets rattle. Back from town and the bank, Alonzo finished rolling the canopy back in, anticipating the storm. He’d mailed the paperwork, some cash, and the safety deposit box key to Tanner. That’d be a kick when the kid unlocked the bank box for the first time.

Two cardboard boxes that once contained copy paper but were now full of wrapped hundred-dollar bills rested on the back floorboard. A bin full of Semtex plastic explosive was strapped into the passenger seat, lest it jostle the little surprise he had in there.

He slid the aluminum lawn chair into the cargo hold and settled down to sit in the doorway. From the time he was a boy Alonzo enjoyed storms, and despite the pain in his gut and the love of his life now lying cold and still in the back seat of his truck, he was looking forward to the change in the weather.

He felt better now that he’d decided to drive straight through the day to meet the family in the fertilizer barn. The time crunch played hell with his extermination plan to put a few more felons in the ground before he got home, but hey, if he could take out just one more before sending his grandfather to hell, Life would be fulfilled, what there was left of it.

If.

If was the problem. If he ate all of his pain pills before he got there, they’d numb the badger in his stomach enough to finish the job. If the old man was where he needed to be, it was the perfect solution that would work out well for Tanner, Donine, and their unborn baby.

But now he saw a problem heading his direction, set to unravel everything. Alonzo learned the hard way a long time ago to trust his instincts by watching Daddy Frank reign over the Wadler family and most of the people living in Newton County.

So when a pickup drove down the state park’s blacktop road and he recognized the man riding alone in the cab, the hair prickled on the back of his neck. Something was wrong.

The truck almost passed, but at the last minute Mike Dillman saw Alonzo sitting in the trailer’s doorway. He pulled off the road and parked in the empty campsite beside the trailer.

Mike’s eyes locked with Alonzo’s as he lipped a cigarette from the pack in his shirt pocket and stepped out of the truck. “Hey, Alonzo.”

Coming around the front fender, he bloused his untucked oversize shirt, tentatively pulling at the tail with his fingertips. That nervous action was a dead giveaway that the man wore a weapon hidden underneath. Alonzo’s chest tightened. It took a moment to get his head in the game with the arrival of his third cousin from Gunn.

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