Messages by Hileman John Michael

Author:Hileman, John Michael [Hileman, John Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amlin Publishing
Published: 2011-07-23T04:00:00+00:00

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Karen folded her arms and glared out the truck window at the sea of flashing lights. From their new position, she couldn’t even see the farmhouse. If I’d wanted a view like this, I would have stayed at the station! she thought, turning her glare upon Larry. “What are you smirking at?”

His smile broadened. “I know somethin’ you don’t know.”

“What?!”

“Andy.” He gestured to a man in a Bomb Squad jacket standing by a black Humvee. “He just happens to be the Public Relations Officer for the Boston Bomb Squad, and me and him, we was talkin’ a couple a weeks ago about him increasing public awareness about the dangers his men face every day.”

Karen gave him a stunned look. “And you’re still in the truck why?”

“Well back home there’s a little word we like to call please.”

Her eyes narrowed. Come on, Karen. It’s for the sake of the story, for the sake of Brad. You can do this. She smiled. “Larry, would you please go and see if the nice man will get us into the farm?”

“Well, since you asked all polite like...”

She waited until the door had closed completely before beginning a rapid tirade of Spanish curses, it was the only language she could speak coherently when she was angry. Larry appeared in front of the truck, and she ceased abruptly. He looked at her casually. What is he doing? A smile caused the Texan’s mustache to rise. She reluctantly returned his smile with what could be best described as two parts sarcasm, and one part loathing. The big Texan took in a deep sniff, adjusted his pants, and turned toward the Bomb Squad officer.

Her eyes burned into the back of his red neck with the curse of a thousand painful deaths. The nerve of him to ask her to say please. I should have to told him off. I don’t need him! She could have approached the officer herself and worked the situation just fine without him.

Larry spoke with the man for a few minutes then returned to the truck. He looked pleased with himself as he climbed back into the driver’s seat. “They’re making a sweep of the farm to make sure there’s no more terrorists”

“More terrorists? They found some? How many?”

“I think he said four.”

“You think?”

“Once they’ve secured stuff, Andy says he’ll let us observe the disarming of the bomb.”

Karen’s mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Guess he’s been bugging people in high places. They’re gonna allow closer coverage of a bomb extraction, for public awareness.”

“How close?”

“Right in the barn where the bomb is, darlin’.”

Elation and fear surged through her chest. The thought of being so close to a bomb put twists in her stomach, but this kind of coverage could put her on the fast track to a larger market. This kind of story was what made the career of a national journalist. But Brad, he was the most important thing. There could be clues here about where he was being held. For all she knew, he could be here somewhere.

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