The Trees Beyond the Grass (A Cole Mouzon Thriller) by Reeves Robert

Author:Reeves, Robert [Reeves, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Spartina Company, Ltd.
Published: 2013-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 42

HOW DID HE know about my scar? Cole was still staring at Agent Leas, running this question through his mind. He put his large mug down on the coffee table and moved his right hand around his back to touch it.

Speaking in skeptical words, Cole asked, “Why do you ask?”

“From your look and the fact that you just checked it with your hand I’ll take that as a yes. The others, all three, had scars in the same spot. I’m going to take a wild guess as say it’s small, maybe an inch high and wide, with what appears to be a ‘P’ inside the box. Am I right?”

There was a long pause before Cole answered. “No. Mine’s a large gash, about the same size as you mentioned, but there is no box. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. I was playing with cousins at my Granny’s. We were horse playing on a tall pile of top-soil for her garden and I fell against her joggling board.”

“Her what?”

“It’s a Charleston thing; think yoga ball from the 1800s. A very long, flimsy board suspended at two ends, painted Charleston green. You sit and bounce on it. I think it turned into some dating tool or something; but like most things Charleston, it sticks around because, well… it’s old and we like old. Granny’s had a broken corner, so when I fell against it, it cut my back. But why are you asking about my scar?”

“Mr. Mouzon…”

“Please, call me Cole.” Cole felt weak in permitting the Agent to call him by his first name. It went against his rules of engagement. But he justified it since the guy appeared to be here to actually save his life.

“Thank you… Cole, do you remember that happening?”

“Well, no. I was like maybe one and a half, two when that happened. I can’t recall that far back. But my mom can certainly tell you all about it. From what I understand, she about killed my cousins and my Granny switched them good from what I recall.” Cole’s childhood is where his memory failed him. He had tried to access it many times as a teen. But, it was just black until he was maybe three or four. He could never remember a time Ava wasn’t his mother. The only image he had of Libby Mouzon, his birth mother, was that of her picture in an old gold frame in his grandmother’s home.

“Mr… Cole, the other three, they had similar scars. None of them knew each other and they came from different parts of the country. I read some files on the plane that indicate, well… They indicate all three were kidnapped somewhere between the ages of one and two and disappeared for up to a week before being found. When they were found, they had a scar, the same scar you have, though it sounds like yours was removed.”

Cole shook his head in disbelief. “Dude, are you fucking crazy? I wasn’t kidnapped as a kid.

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