Seed of Evil by Greig Beck

Author:Greig Beck
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2021-04-01T23:00:00+00:00

The silence of Mitch’s office was soon broken by the sound of scrabbling, and then a grinding, followed by a metallic plink. After another few moments, there came another, and then another.

One by one, the bars of the cage were being broken off or bent away. And then the fire blanket was moved aside.

CHAPTER 23

The taxi turned off Fir Street at the huge luminous green sign that glowed even in the sunshine and announced they’d arrived at the Perry Holiday Inn.

Perry was the closest town Mitch could get to Red Rock, and given they were only a few miles from the town center, it’d do just fine. Mitch thanked the driver, tipped him, and then stepped out into blistering sunshine.

“Ouch.” He flipped his collar up from the burn. He squinted and turned slowly. Across the road was an Exxon gas station and then beyond that, miles and miles of flat, dry, and scrubby land.

He knew he was taking a gamble as he had no way to locate the ancient Native American, or even find out if he was still alive. But he knew being here in the place that was the reservation of the Missouria Otoe Native Americans, and the last place he had be known to inhabit, then if he wasn’t here, he probably wouldn’t find him anywhere.

Mitch hefted his single bag onto his shoulder and headed into the inn’s gleaming marble and glass reservation area.

The man’s grin behind the counter was a mile wide and he was greeted like an old friend, and immediately given a room upgrade when he identified himself as a doctor.

As he waited for his room key, his phone buzzed, and he grinned when he saw the name.

“Hi, Greg, you got here okay? I’m at the Holiday Inn, where are you at?” Mitch was handed his room key, nodded his thanks, and turned to look out through the glass doors.

“Hey, Stitch, I’m at the Wyndam Perry, about half a mile down the road from you,” Greg replied. “What’s the plan?”

“I’m just checking in, then I’ll grab a quick shower and we should meet up. What’s your bar look like?” Mitch looked along the corridor to the small open area of the Holiday Inn bar. He swore he saw tumbleweeds blowing through it.

“Not bad, plus I think I see free bar snacks.” Greg chuckled. “Also…”

“Stop there, you had me at free bar snacks.” Mitch checked his watch. “Be there in under an hour.” He started up the steps to his room but paused. He jogged back to the desk.

The cheery-faced check-in clerk raised his eyebrows and continued to smile. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, maybe. Do you know a Native American man by the name of Johnson Nightbird?”

His smile widened. “What’s he done now?”

“I’ll take that as a yes, and also that he’s still alive.” Mitch felt relieved. “I’m a doctor from Eldon and just wanted to ask him some questions about some consulting work he did for our museum a while back. Might need his services again.

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