Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
She was in some kinda mood this morning because she wouldn’t let me end the kiss, but whined in her throat when I tried.
I calmed her with a soothing hand up and down her back until she came down, and we laid there still connected until it was almost time for her to go.
I went down to make her breakfast while she grabbed a quick shower, something I was now in the habit of doing with my house trained ass. It was a part of our daily routine, breakfast together.
She wolfed down her food and ran out the door with her hair wet after a rushed kiss and a hurried goodbye.
I busied myself the rest of the morning, minding my own business. I wasn’t as bored as I had been when I first moved to Mayberry but there were still some things I liked to do to keep from losing my fucking mind.
Around noon there was some kinda static on the police scanner I keep around just for kicks. I usually ignore that shit because it’s always about a deer or some shit getting trapped on somebody’s property. Or some other benign bullshit that I didn’t even know existed outside of the movies. Think Deliverance.
Today though the shit was so constant I took notice and got the shock of my life. I only heard the name of her company and my heart went cold.
I picked up the phone and called her but it went to voicemail. I had her office number on speed dial and called that next. The person on the other line sounded distressed and my blood pressure went sky high.
“This is Carrie’s husband, where is my wife?”
“Sir, there’s been a situation.”
“What kind of situation, where is she?” Stay calm Tyler.
She gave me a quick rundown and I ran up the stairs to my safe. I grabbed my gun and headed down the stairs taking those shits three at a time.
I slammed out of the driveway going ninety and didn’t stop until I reached the address she’d given me on the phone.
The sheriff was there along with one of his deputies. That’s about the size of the police force here. Perfect relocation spot for someone like me.
“Sheriff?” I jumped out of my truck and approached him. He was standing outside his car looking lost as fuck. Not what I wanted to see given the situation.
“Oh, Tyler, uh Mr. MacGyver you’re here.”
“What’s the status?”
“We’re waiting for the state police.”
“Is he armed?”
“He says he is and the wife said he owns a couple firearms.”
“My wife is in there.”
“Yes sir I know that.”
“With a man with a gun.”
“The state troopers should be here soon.” He looked scared out of his fucking mind. One of the reasons this was the perfect place for me to move to, but…
“You have the blueprints to this place?” He looked at me like I was speaking Dutch. “Never mind.” I pulled out my phone and typed the address into Google.
Knowing my girl every room had been photographed and uploaded on the company website. Sure enough it was all there.
Google aerial map gave me what else I needed. I took the keys from my truck and headed out at a jog down the short driveway. I went to the corner and turned down the next street and back around.
There was nothing but woods backing the houses. Those shits look easy on a screen but they’re hell in real life.
I looked down at my sneakers wishing I’d chosen boots instead but it was too late for that. I didn’t let myself think about what she must be feeling, how scared she must be. My only thought was getting to her and getting her out of there.
Apparently the people who owned the house she was showing were in the middle of a divorce. The husband, not wanting to lose his home, had ambushed Carrie and the couple she was showing the place to and were now holding them at gunpoint. I tried, I really fucking did, but this is the limit.
It took me twenty minutes to jog through the woods to the back of the house. There was a backyard fence that I needed to go through to get to the house.
Keeping myself low I made a run for the property line and crawled the rest of the way until I hit the fence. A quick look showed that it was one of those homes with French doors all along the back.
Who the fuck does that shit? Why would you want the outside world in your shit like that? I had no idea where they were in the house but I know she was in there way too fucking long.
The troopers had yet to arrive, surprise-surprise. I made it inside the fence and came up on the kitchen. I didn’t dare raise my head to take a peek less that’s where they were.