Pestilence by Randall Wood

Author:Randall Wood
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781938825101
Publisher: Tension Bookworks
Published: 2012-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

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May 24, 2010 USA Today

—NINETEEN—

Deputy Bobby Haynes had only been on duty for a few hours. So far his day had consisted of roll call, a quick drive through town and a lap around the high school followed by breakfast at his favorite diner that included a half hour of flirtation with Julie, his favorite waitress.

Their conversation had been interrupted by the call from dispatch. 911 call with no one on the phone. Most likely a kid or someone who had it programmed in their speed-dial and had accidentally pushed the button. It happened once in awhile in this little town. The house belonged to a VIP though, so he would check it out promptly.

He said his good-byes to Julie and made it to the car before dispatch called again. He was informed that the VIP was FBI. Not wanting to look bad with the feds, he put the car in gear and got moving. He considered the lights and siren, but with traffic so low he really didn’t need them. It was only a mile or two anyway.

He crossed the small bridge and was soon at the entrance to the street. As he turned he saw a large white van hurtling toward him. Instinctively he dropped his coffee and yanked the wheel to avoid a collision. The van driver did the same, but the rear end broke loose on the shells and the van impacted the side of the car with enough force to shove it off the road. Bobby grit his teeth against the coffee burning his lap and the coming rollover, but the unit chose to stop leaning and slid on its wheels into the intercoastal water. Fortunately the tide was low and the soft mud stopped the car from going any farther. He scrambled out of the unit in case it changed its mind and looked after the retreating van. A cloud of dust was his only reward. He was about to go back in the car for the radio when a Corvette came flying up the road after the van. The driver slammed on the brakes and showered Bobby with shells.

“You all right?”

Bobby could only nod his head.

“Call for back up!” the man ordered.

Bobby was once again pelted with seashells as the car raced after the van. He managed to find the microphone in the cloud of white dust and call dispatch.

“Dispatch, this is Bobby. I’m 10-7 in the ditch on the east side of the bridge. A white late model van ran me off the road. There’s a man in a black Corvette in pursuit of the van. I believe he may be the homeowner. They’re heading north at this time. Hauling ass. We better get Dan headed that way and call the sheriff and the state boys.”

“Roger, Bobby, you okay?”

Bobby looked down at his coffee stained pants. So much for looking good to the feds.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

• • •

Jack made it through the cloud of dust just

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