Moving Target: The Jack Reacher Experiment Book 2 by Jude Hardin

Author:Jude Hardin [Hardin, Jude]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-08T06:00:00+00:00

8

Kasey’s house wasn’t far from the diner. She steered into the driveway, set the emergency brake, switched off the engine.

“What do you think?” she asked.

Stucco exterior, low roof, decorative gravel and cacti. Similar structures with similar landscaping lined both sides of the narrow street.

“Looks nice,” Wahlman said.

“Thanks. Wait until you see the inside.”

Wahlman climbed out of the car and followed her to the front door. She slid her key in and opened the deadbolt and stepped inside.

Wahlman wiped his boots on the welcome mat. They were dusty from all the walking he’d done earlier.

“Maybe I should take my shoes off,” he said.

“You’re fine. Come on in.”

He went on in. Hardwood floors, low ceilings, textured walls painted white. The living room was sparsely furnished, just a couch and a coffee table and a television. There was a stone fireplace on one side of the room with a rustic wooden mantle. No pictures hanging on the walls, but there were some framed photographs on the mantle, along with some candles and a small trophy topped with a pair of shiny golden music notes.

“Nice place,” Wahlman said.

“Thanks. I just moved in a few weeks ago. That’s why there’s not much furniture here yet or anything.”

“I like it like this. I guess I’m a minimalist at heart.”

Kasey glanced around. “Come to think of it, maybe I am too,” she said. “Anyway, have a seat. I’ll get us something to drink. Want a beer?”

“I have that research study thing tonight, so I better not. They might consider alcohol a sedative.”

“You don’t have to be there until ten, right? That’s almost five hours from now. I don’t think one beer is going to hurt anything.”

“Okay. You talked me into it.”

“Be right back.”

Kasey walked into the kitchen. Wahlman took his jacket off and sat down on the couch.

It was nice being inside an actual house. Wahlman had abandoned his residence in Florida three months ago, and since then he’d been living in one cheap hotel room after another. He’d met some kind people along the way, but none as kind as Kasey.

She walked into the living room carrying two cans of beer. She handed one to Wahlman.

“Thanks,” he said.

Kasey sat down on the couch. Middle cushion. Her right leg was touching Wahlman’s left leg. He liked that. He liked her beside him. It felt right.

“I thought we could order a pizza,” she said. “If you want to. Or I could go to the store and get something to cook.”

“Pizza’s fine. Didn’t you say you have kids?”

“I have a daughter. Ninth grade. She’s over at a friend’s house right now doing something for school. She’s going to eat dinner over there.”

Wahlman took a sip of beer. Amber lager. Good and cold.

He took another sip.

“So tell me about these ulterior motives,” he said.

Kasey leaned in and rested her head against his shoulder. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Wahlman set his beer on the coffee table. Then he took Kasey’s beer from her hand and set it next to his.

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