The Eighth Day by Salerni Dianne K

Author:Salerni, Dianne K.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins

Sitting for hours with hands cuffed behind his back was a torture that started small and grew steadily unbearable. Jax squirmed, trying to ease the pressure on his arms. He also managed to survey the vehicle. Besides the rolled rug Terrance had used to lure him in, there was a large toolbox in the back of the van and what appeared to be garbage bags.

The bags worried him. Bodies were disposed of in garbage bags.

Jax watched the clock face on the outdated dashboard. When midnight came, Terrance would vanish. But Jax was worried about what would happen to the van. He remembered the car he’d seen frozen on the highway because it had been moving with velocity on Wednesday at midnight. Would that happen in this case? Would Jax be trapped inside the van, unable to get out? Or would Jax’s presence in the vehicle be enough to send it hurtling seventy miles per hour into Grunsday—minus the driver?

At eleven thirty p.m., Terrance left the interstate and headed into a town over the border of Ohio. Rain pattered against the windshield, and Terrance flicked on the windshield wipers. He drove quickly, and as near as Jax could tell from the mirror, kept his eye on the clock. Finally, with less than ten minutes to spare, Terrance drove the vehicle into a strip shopping mall. He cut the engine and exited through the driver’s door. He walked around the van, opened the passenger door, and thrust the Taser into Jax’s face. “Get out. Slowly.”

Slowly was the only way Jax could move. He had no arms to help him. He fell trying to step out of the vehicle, and the pavement smacked his knees. Then Terrance planted a hand on the back of Jax’s head and shoved. “Get your head down.”

This was it. Terrance was going to kill him. Jax filled his lungs with breath to yell and plead . . . when suddenly his left hand fell forward. A second later, pain tore through the tortured muscles of his arm.

“Get up,” Terrance ordered, jerking on his other arm. Those muscles screamed, too. And then Jax realized his right hand was cuffed to Terrance’s left one.

“What the—”

Terrance laughed. He held up their connected hands and shook the cuffs. His other hand still held the Taser. “It’s a piggy-back ride,” he explained. “In a couple minutes, either you’re going to drag me into the other world, or . . .” He grinned. “Or one of us is going to get a hand cut off.”

Jax looked at the metal rings joining their hands. If he transitioned to Grunsday with everything on his body—and meanwhile, Terrance went to Thursday with everything on his body—they couldn’t both take the cuffs with them. It took Jax about one second to picture the possible result. Then he started screaming. He grabbed the handcuff and yanked on it, trying to wriggle his hand loose. Terrance let him do it. In fact, he threw back his head and laughed.

At the instant Jax had planned to meet Evangeline, he transitioned into Grunsday handcuffed to a madman.

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