Road To Mercy (Shannon Ames Book 2) by T.J. BREARTON

Author:T.J. BREARTON [BREARTON, T.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inkubator Books
Published: 2020-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

Back in her room, Shannon removed the map from the frame. A silly thing, to go to such lengths. But she liked things she could touch, things bigger than a computer screen. And hey, that kid just made some money.

Plus, there was an idea that kept coming back to her. It was about Raiders of the Lost Ark – some observant person had pointed out that, despite all of Indiana Jones’s death-defying antics, ingenuity and grit, he changes nothing in the story. By the end of the movie, the Nazis have the Ark, which they open to face-melting horror, and Indiana Jones, lashed to a pole, keeps his eyes shut.

The ending was inevitable.

This felt like that, and she didn’t like it.

She pinned up the map to the motel wall, using colored tacks from the clerk. Stuck another tack in Brooklyn; one in Central Valley, NY; one in Marysville, Ohio; one in Burlingame, Kansas. Then she stepped back.

A trajectory almost due west, with just a slight southward sag to it.

They’d been watching for Robert on toll and traffic cams, and he wasn’t showing up on any of the interstates. He was popping up in these off-the-beaten-path places. Twenty miles north of Columbus. Thirty miles southwest of Topeka.

He was sticking to secondary roads, keeping himself hidden.

Unless he stole a car. Or if someone came along and robbed his cash and phone. A phone that they had no trace on; his phone was in the trash back in Park Slope. Put there, presumably, after the last call had come in from a payphone in Middletown, where Keith Spicer lived, Dylan Donato’s biological father.

She grabbed her phone and listened to Chief Renoir’s message again to refresh the details: the payphone was in a railyard, three miles from Spicer. Spicer was still being held by Woodbury PD, but keeping him because of the tussle with Renoir was looking like a pretext. She could hear it in Renoir’s voice on the message: they needed something solid on Spicer or he was going to walk.

Shannon looked at the map some more. She traced her finger between the tacks. After Burlingame, she pushed the tip of her finger farther west, following the same general trajectory. After Kansas came Colorado. Then Utah after that. Finally, California.

She went back to her laptop and, for a moment, just sat looking at the profile picture of wildflowers. Mountain Mama posted infrequently on Facebook, but the images had a decidedly western flair – lots of canyons and interesting rock formations. Also, teepees. Shannon did a quick search using one of the images and came up with the Uintah and Ouray Reservation – a sizeable American Indian reservation in the northeastern part of Utah.

She sat back in the rickety desk chair in the motel room, thinking about teepees, about Robert’s flirty messages, Keith Spicer’s misguided love letters to Lucy Donato. Then a phone call originating from a payphone in Spicer’s town. Spicer himself showing up at the search for Lucy and Dylan.

Dylan, nineteen, still nowhere to be found.

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