Revenge by Austin Winter

Author:Austin Winter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Adams Media
Published: 2013-10-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Remy guided the boat along the shoreline. The pungent scent of decaying vegetation and musty river dragged him back to his youth. Humid air buffeted him, leaving a damp feel on the high points of his face. He steered the boat closer to an outlet, slowing the engine.

More than thirty miles northwest of New Orleans city limits and it felt like he’d returned to the bayous of Houma. He removed his sunglasses and scanned the shoreline. A tangle of trees and brush met his scrutiny. No inlet to follow or a building within sight.

Remy settled his sunglasses in their proper place. Pushing the throttle forward, he heard the engine roar. Ahead a large gator slipped down the riverbank and splashed into the river. He smiled. Adjusting the ball cap, he lifted his face to the midafternoon sun. The rays warmed his skin. It felt good boating out here, away from seeing Cody with Anderson, and away from the threats in the city—the gators and the cottonmouths his only enemies.

Regrets at leaving Houma twisted and writhed like a snake around his mind. Sometimes he wanted to go back to that arrogant teenager and smack him for running off. Remy licked his dry lips. Grabbing a water bottle, he gulped the rest of it down.

Vic had refused to come with him. Since her parents’ disappearance and subsequent ruling of death, Vic never ventured onto the bayous where they were last seen. She especially avoided boats, because the last time they were seen was on a boat. The irony of where she lived was not lost on him.

Because she couldn’t shake her childhood fear of being on the water, Remy had her drive the roads to their destination, a shack that was rumored to be Jared’s hidey hole. It had been long suspected this “fishing” spot was where Jared took his victims. Remy was certain it was the last place Marie had been alive, and he couldn’t wait to burn it down. Preferably with Jared’s body inside.

A dock jutted out in the river. He glimpsed movement on the wood platform and steered the boat in that direction. Comfortable in a well-loved rocking chair, an old man watched him jet up. Once he was close enough, Remy cut the engine and let the boat drift.

“Bonjour,” the old man nodded.

“Bonjour.” The French slipped easily from his lips. “Ça va?” How are you doing?

“Bien, bien.” The chair bobbed with each nod of the old man’s head.

Lifting his sunglasses, Remy inched toward the edge of the boat. “Parlez-vous anglais?”

More rocking. “Oui. How can I help ya?”

“I’m looking for a special place for a friend. He wants a place to take some time off from En Ville.”

“Ahhh.” The old man drummed gnarled fingers on his flat stomach. “Not many ’roun’ here.”

“My friend, he was specific. It had to be here.”

Beckoning Remy onto the dock, the old man eased his lithe frame out of the chair. With a long pole and assistance from the stranger, Remy pushed the boat close to the dock, tied it off, and followed the old man down the planks.

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