Silent Justice by Hill Rayven T

Author:Hill, Rayven T. [Hill, Rayven T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Spies & Politics, Mystery, Women's Adventure, thriller, Noir, Serial Killers, Conspiracies, Kidnapping, Mysteries & Thrillers, Murder, Crime Fiction, Assassinations, Teen & Young Adult, Thriller & Suspense, Vigilante Justice, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9780994778147
Amazon: B00XNQTKRC
Goodreads: 25541792
Publisher: Ray of Joy Publishing
Published: 2015-05-13T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Wednesday, 1:45 p.m.

JAKE DROVE SLOWLY up and down the streets surrounding the Thorburn residence. According to Dr. Zalora, Adam Thorburn preferred to be at home whenever possible. It seemed likely Adam would never wander far from the only home he’d ever known. And though Dr. Zalora said Adam liked to be alone, there was little doubt he had to surface eventually.

With the entire city on the lookout for the fugitive, his only source of food and other necessities would be his mother’s house.

Jake turned onto Steel Road and pulled over. On the left, houses similar to the rest of the neighborhood lined the street. To his right, a vast area housed the steel mill. Set on a score of acres, the mill employed hundreds of workers, many from the immediate area.

Vast smokestacks reached into the clouds, spewing out smoke, darkening the sky. Massive cranes dotted the skyline, moving rolls, coils, and raw materials to and fro. A faint smell, like rotten eggs—sulfur—permeated the air.

A flatbed truck exited the two-lane road leading into the mill. It rumbled past, carrying a load of colossal beams destined for a construction site somewhere in the city.

Jake reached into the backseat for a pair of binoculars and trained them on the sidewalk running down one side of the long street. A few pedestrians trod the concrete walkway. Some were workers, swinging a lunch box or paper sack, on their way to the afternoon shift at the mill. Others perhaps were out for a stroll, or heading to a neighbor’s house to enjoy a cup of coffee and an afternoon of gossip.

He wound down his window, moved his glasses to the left, and gazed past a house to the adjoining property behind it, focusing on the rear of the Thorburn residence. Through the powerful lenses, he saw the rosebushes lining the back wall of the dwelling.

He scanned the neighborhood in all directions, training the glasses on anything that stirred, then turned back to the Thorburn house.

Leaning forward, he squinted through the lenses. Something moved. He sharpened the focus. The rear basement window swung open and Jake held his breath.

It could be Adam.

A figure squirmed from the window and stood, a grocery bag in one hand. Jake focused his binoculars on the face. It was Adam, no doubt.

He watched the figure stoop in front of a rosebush a moment, then stand, lope across the rear of the house, and disappear from view.

Jake tossed the binoculars onto the passenger seat, and the Firebird roared to life when he turned the key. The wheels spun on the soft shoulder, then caught on the asphalt as he swung the vehicle into a sharp U-turn.

He rounded the block, headed to Mill Street, and turned quietly onto the road. He continued at an idle, keeping a close eye out for the fugitive.

Adam was nowhere in sight.

He drove the entire block, scanning the sidewalks and properties until he reached the intersection, and then turned right and headed back to Steel Road.

His quarry

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