Witch Hunter_Into the Outside by J. Z. Foster

Author:J. Z. Foster [Foster, J. Z.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-08T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“A fire at the library, eh? You want a matching pair of arson felonies tonight or something? Boy, do you know that library was the pride of Bridgedale? That library had been there since this was a booming coal town. It’s got history.”

“Oh, seriously?” said Richard without a hint of sarcasm.

With a roll of his eyes, the lawyer’s speech was painfully slow. “The P.D. here ask you about a fire in the library? No? No one mentioned that? Strange. Now Richard, don’t you think something like a library fire would have drawn a little attention? A house, deep in the woods as you said, may go up in flames unnoticed, so long as it don’t go catching up the forest around it. But you do think there’d be a little concern passed over something like a library, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Richard agreed, admitting his own confusion. “Haven’t quite worked out that part yet.” Still on edge, his hands shook as he came down from his earlier surge of anger. He finished his can of cola and sat in silence.

“I’m sayin’ your story don’t necessarily fit the facts. Ya’ll were getting your asses beat pretty good from what you were saying, right? Broken ribs maybe, broken ankles, concussions? Not to mention all them little bastards biting everyone. How’re you still up and walking after all that?”

“Actually, no one got it too bad. Ted maybe, but he’s a tough guy, he pulled through. He might have cracked a rib or something, I really don’t know much about it. I was fine though, mostly just shook up. Few scratches and what not.”

“But you said them lil pig-babies was biting you all up, yeah? Something like your neck, arms? Maybe one of the legs too, yeah? Let’s see those little bites.”

“Yeah, sure.” Richard said confidently, as if he thought Minges was playing games with him. He rolled his sleeve up to show his arm, but it was clean—no bites. “What?” he moved quickly to pull up his pant leg—no bites there either. “No, no, they bit me!”

Am I going insane?

“Right.” Minges smiled and nodded before he fell into another fit of coughing. After several loud, hacking coughs, something in his throat came loose. Minges picked up Richard’s empty cup and spit into it. He set it back down in front of Richard. “Sorry about that son, no trash cans in here.”

I would really like to punch this guy in the head.

“Listen, son, if you admit you’re not well, we can start to work our angles and get this goin’ in a better direction, yeah? Don’t you think it’s time we start thinking about step two?”

“That mean you’re done listening to me?” Richard wasn’t giving up just yet. “If you’re done listening, then I’m done talking. About everything.”

Minges scoffed. “Come on now, old boy. I’m on your side for this, ain’t I?” He huffed. “Don’t go all puffing your chest up on me, we’re the same team, yeah?”

Are we?

Something stirred in Richard; he wasn’t sure he could be on the “same team” as a half-drunk attorney who thought he was insane.

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