Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Now it seemed a little fishy that we were experiencing all of these deaths, and threats from “Justin” when he would have never harmed a sole who didn’t need harmed. He was the choir boy of the group, went to church every Sunday when possible, Sunday dinners with his mama, would give the shirt off his back if you asked for it.
“Officer Peterson, I’m not sure, and never was that this work was the work of Justin. The information that we received only said his name, we don’t have actual proof it was him. Now Malcom, is a complete asshole, and would do this in a heartbeat. I guess I had a feeling that it could be him, but I didn’t want to think it was him. This would be a very good idea to look into him. I am going to tell my men to do the same.” I said to him after he was finished.
“Okay. I’ll relay that to the other officer. The baby seems to be okay. He is at Dallas Children’s Hospital in the NICU. He was nearly a month early according to the docs, but is doing well besides that. This Luke Roberts’ was back in the US, and took a direct flight from Louisiana, arrived about twenty minutes ago.”
I let out a small relieved breath, glad that the baby wouldn’t be alone. The phone call wrapped up quickly after that, and we agreed to keep each other updated on any new info that came our way.
I sent another quick text to Jack telling him he needed to look into Malcolm’s whereabouts as soon as he got a chance. I then sent out a group text to the other men telling them all my suspicions. I got texts back with agreements that it was possible, and closed my phone again, shoving it back into my pockets.
I stopped by Dunham’s five minutes to the closing time of six p.m. and grabbed my parts, stowing them in the back of the SUV. I hopped on the interstate, and headed back to Kilgore, fighting some light traffic on the way.
All the way home, I thought about the possibility of Malcolm being behind this. The more I thought, the more I became certain that Malcolm was doing this. Now I only had to find out how, and why.
I arrived home at 2115 hours and parked the Suburban beside Cheyenne’s Silverado, climbed out and headed to the door. I walked inside and started dropping the stuff in my pockets when I saw a dart gun and a note sitting beside it. The note said only two words “Watch out.”
My eyebrows clashed in the middle of my forehead and I was just about to call out to Cheyenne when I heard a little “Pfftnt” sound, and then felt something hit me in the back of my arm. I turned and looked to the floor and saw a little yellow Nerf dart with a purple suction cup attached at the top lying there. I smiled and looked up, but didn’t see her. The couch was in the middle of the room, so she could be hiding behind it. But also she could be in the hallway just waiting to ambush me.
I picked up the dart gun and called out “You know I did this for a living, right?”
I heard her snicker in the general direction of the hallway, so I headed that way. I stopped and stripped off my boots so I could walk quietly, and then went down into a crouch and rounded the corner to the hallway. She wasn’t in there either, so I poked my head into our bedroom and was assaulted by a barrage of Nerf darts to the chest. They came from underneath the bed, so I went down onto a knee and reached my hand under the bed, yanking her out from under it by her ankle. She started shrieking and laughing, turned onto her back and shot the rest of her darts at me. I waited until she was out, which was a long time, because she had cheated and gotten a mag that held over a hundred darts. Finally out of darts, she threw her arms up in surrender and I let her go. I then took aim and shot the five that I had in my measly little gun at her stomach, then dropped down to my knees on either side of her and started tickling for all I was worth.
She went ballistic at that, squirmed, bit, fought, scratched and laughed until finally she was too tired to fight back anymore.
“Uncle!” she screamed. “You’re gonna make me pee!!”
I stopped, and bent down to give her a soft kiss on the lips.
“Thank you, baby, I needed that.” I whispered to her lips.
She squirmed out from under me, and then headed into the bathroom with gun in hand, looking back at me over her shoulder with a devious expression on her face.
I got a feeling that she was up to no good. I was just about to follow her in there when she came back out with a super soaker and took aim.
“Don’t you dare.” I said to her in a firm voice.
She however didn’t listen. She started with a little squirt, and shot me straight in the middle of the chest. Since I was enjoying her game, I took off out of the room, and then headed outside to the water hose that was connected to the front of the house. I was just about to turn the water on when I felt even more water being squirted at my back.
Game on.
Cheyenne
I ran up behind Sam and was squirting him in the back when he turned the tables on me and shot me in the face with the water house. I let out a loud scream and ran away until I was too far away for him to reach me with the hose, but not too far away to still squirt him with the water gun. I sat in the middle of the yard, sopping wet laughing at him because he couldn’t reach me and squirted him while he tried to dodge my aim until finally I ran out. The super soaker was the biggest I could find, but eventually all good things came to an end.