Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
She gingerly removed the vial from beneath the wristband on her right arm. She hadn’t used the drug until his final glass of wine. “As if I would put something in a glass that you could switch with me.” She tossed the vial into the fire and then poured more of the accelerant on it. The journals were gone, and now so was the plastic. She threw her glass in and then looked at the wine bottle. She’d have to take that home with her.
Humming softly, she walked back to her car and placed the wine bottle in her dark backpack before opening her trunk and lugging the portable generator over to the battered cream-colored truck Abbott had been using.
“See, Jason?” she asked quietly. “You just bought a generator.” She shoved it across the truck bed. “Which explains why you have so much gasoline in the back of your truck.”
She returned to the borrowed Cadillac and removed containers of gasoline, going back and forth until she had emptied the large trunk. She shut the tailgate of his truck. She let the fire burn because why not?
Keeping an eye on him, she walked past the fire and entered the dilapidated cabin to find the guns and the phones used by the two officers who’d been shot. She jogged out and placed them in his truck. A quick search of the cabin revealed nothing else of interest, so, from the Caddie she fetched the sniper rifle she’d used and placed the weapon on the floor of the passenger side.
Finally, she returned to Jason. He was slumped over, and she smoothed back his hair with her gloved hand. “It’s really too bad. You are quite handsome.”
His dark hair was thick, and his handsome face angled. Grunting, she grabbed him by the lapels and dragged him over to his truck. It took her several tries, but she managed to push him inside and shove him over to the passenger side.
The sedative she’d given him would work for hours.
Then she looked back and used a branch to brush away the marks of his dragging heels. More thunder rolled in the distance. There was a hell of a storm on its way; it would eradicate any remaining evidence. Yet, it behooved a girl to be careful. She looked out into the night at Snowblood Peak across the way. It was rather fitting.
Jumping into the truck, she pushed Jason over, then moved the seat closer to the steering wheel. “It’s quite convenient of you to have found refuge here in the mountains,” she said congenially, driving down the barely there dirt road and then taking a sharp left up toward Widow’s Peak. The moonlight shone down as the clouds raced across the sky. It would be completely dark soon.
She didn’t much care.
Reaching Widow’s Peak, she parked as close to the edge as she could, making sure the truck was perched on flat land. A small ledge protruded below her, and then the cliff dropped off to the river below. Parking the truck, she nimbly jumped out.
She drew the small recorder from inside her jacket and scrolled through until she found what she needed. Jason had been quite cooperative this evening. She placed one of the officers’ phones in her pocket and then turned on the one she believed had been owned by Officer Jill Jordan to key in a number she knew well.
Laurel answered immediately. “Agent Snow.”
Abigail pressed the play button. “I can’t do this anymore,” Jason burst out through the recorder. “It’s too much.”
“Jason?” Laurel asked, her voice rising. “I can help you. Let me help you.”
Abigail ended the call but left the phone turned on. She shoved it into her back pocket and patted his head. “It was fun, Jason. Sorry you have to go like this.”
She pushed the seat all the way back, put the truck in Drive, and then shut the door. Taking a deep breath, she walked around to the back. It was good she’d found this flat area. Now all she had to do was give the truck a little nudge. She considered the options and then quickly put two of the gasoline cans in the truck with him—just in case.
Holding her breath, she returned to the rear of the truck and pushed with all her might. The vehicle hitched slightly. Damn it. If he’d stolen a newer truck, the torque converter would most likely propel the vehicle down easier. But not Jason. No. He’d secured this old clunker. She only needed a few inches, and then gravity would take over. Grunting, she set her feet and then pushed hard, using the strength in her legs.
“Jason, you’re a pain in my ass.” She put both gloved hands against the dented metal, grunted, and pushed. The truck finally moved.
The front of the vehicle tipped over, hitting the lower ledge and jumping before continuing to roll.