Interference by Brad Parks

Author:Brad Parks [Parks, Brad]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Thriller, Science Fiction, Suspense
ISBN: 9781542023399
Google: UxevywEACAAJ
Amazon: B07Z3NFQPD
Goodreads: 48724817
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2020-09-02T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 36

After we finished that big heartbreaking loop to nowhere, we drove back to Hanover.

I didn’t speak for most of the ride. Neither did anyone else.

Sometimes, there’s just nothing to say.

As we neared town, Sheena announced she needed a change of clothes and a shower. She was just afraid to go home and do it. Those Chinese men were still out there.

She suggested that Webster could just take her back to her hotel room, but no one liked the idea of her being alone.

Eventually, we arrived at a plan. Webster drove us first to Sheena’s house. With Beppe and Webster keeping watch outside, Sheena and I approached her front door.

She keyed in her code, which I couldn’t help but see: 4-3-2-1.

It reminded me of something Matt would do. He could solve a multivariate equation in the time it took me just to read one, yet when it came to ordinary things—like a door’s pass code—he couldn’t be bothered. Half his passwords were password.

Once Sheena had packed a bag, we hitched a ride with Webster back to my house.

From there, we split up. Detective Webster was taking Beppe back home, then going to find David Dafashy now that Beppe had put him onto the correct address.

Emmett’s final instruction to me was to call 911 if I saw anyone or anything that looked remotely suspicious approaching the house.

Truly, I didn’t need the encouragement.

It was a half hour later by the time Sheena emerged from the shower, dressed in clean jeans and a sweater. She had toweled off her hair and left it down to air-dry.

The cut at her hairline looked a little better. The bruise under her eye was worse.

Morgan had returned from school by then. He took one look at Sheena, and I could practically read the thought bubble forming over his head—Is that what my daddy looks like right now?—before he excused himself to play in his room.

Aimee, back in hostess mode, had made a sandwich for Sheena, who objected, saying she wasn’t hungry. Except she was already two bites in by the time I joined her at the table.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Forget about me,” Sheena said, between bites. “How are you?”

“I’m not thinking about that right now.”

Sheena nodded and chewed. Aimee had sat down with us.

“I’m still trying to get my head around so much of this,” I said. “Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“Not at all,” Sheena said.

“When you said maybe Matt didn’t want to be found—”

“That was just speculation. I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m sure—”

“No, wait,” I said. “I was thinking while you were in the shower. Let’s say, for sake of argument, that Matt really doesn’t want to be found. He’s running away from something—or someone—and he had good reason to think this someone or something is a significant threat. What if he staged his own abduction?”

“Brigid, honey,” Aimee said. “Maybe you shouldn’t—”

“Hear me out. You were actually the one who opened this door for me when you asked the question about how those EMTs knew to arrive right when he was having a fit.

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