Merciless Lies: A Thrilling Closed Circle Mystery Series (Merciless Murder Mystery Thriller) by Tikiri Herath

Author:Tikiri Herath [Herath, Tikiri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rebel Diva Academy
Published: 2021-10-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-three

“Help!”

The terror-stricken cry reverberated through the old mining town.

Katy and I sprang to our feet.

I stared into the darkness, my heart pounding.

My eyes swept the ground, but I could no longer see anything. Our flashlights were tiny pinpoints in a sea of midnight black.

The candlelight still flickered through the church windows but there was no sign of a commotion, no noise coming from the building so that I wondered if they had all fallen asleep.

The sound had come from outside.

I was sure of it.

Was that Theodore Henry?

I wondered if my mind was playing games with me, but Katy had heard it too.

“Do we holler back?” said Katy in a hushed voice.

“That could be a decoy. If someone’s in trouble, we don’t want to alert whoever is doing this to know we heard it.”

“It came from that way,” she whispered, pointing upward. “Up the mountain.”

We stood silently, faces turned up, ears strained, hoping for another sign that would give us the location of the yell.

Nothing.

“I swear it was a woman,” said Katy. “Stella’s the only female not inside the church. Maybe she walked out of the train and got lost.”

But my mind flashed back to the first time I met Theodore Henry at the Black Eagle Mines. We had been waiting for him at the corporate headquarters when Tank rolled him out of the executive elevator.

We had just arrived after getting shuttled in four flights, including one on a tiny single engine turboprop in which we had barely fit.

This was one reason Theodore had been adamant on taking his new train to Anchorage.

I’d thought the train and railway line he’d been tinkering with after retirement were mere rich man’s toys, but he told us the last thing he’d wanted was to get manhandled from one plane to another.

I’d already read several articles about Theodore with photos of him in his wheelchair, so I hadn’t been surprised to see the small-framed man with a shaven head being rolled our way.

It was his voice that had startled me. That high-pitched voice. If I’d heard him without seeing him, I’d have expected to meet a woman, not a man.

“Could have been Theodore too,” I said to Katy. “Remember how he talked?”

“If that’s him, it means, he’s alive.”

Katy was right. The cry had come from above us, like someone was stranded high on the mountain.

“Come on,” I said, gesturing at the doctor. “Let’s take care of him first, or we’ll have another dead man on our hands.”

My adrenaline was back at its peak, and my mind was racing a million miles a second, but the Arctic night chill sank into my bones through the layers of shirts and vest.

I could only imagine the havoc these temperatures were wrecking on the doctor’s body.

Doctor Wilson groaned and tried to push us away, but between Katy and me, we hauled him to his feet despite his protests.

He was a heavyset man. While Katy and I were fit, it was a struggle to get him out of the shed.

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