Today’s
excerpt is from Pool Of Blood, Book #3 of Becker Trilogy. Feeling the attorney who was doing various
bad deeds for Hoyer was likely to be killed after delivering damming data to
the evil rich man, Jim, Bob, and Holly hoped to catch the assassin in the
act. He had a different plan than they
thought he would have. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
By seven-thirty,
Holly—with Jim and Bob in the car with her—had pulled into the convenience
store/filling station, since the three had agreed to stop there rather than the
fast-food establishment. The three
friends were all wearing communication sets having the appearance of being the
type of phone attached to the ear. Bob
elected to stay in the car while Holly and Jim went in to “browse around”,
looking for something to snack on, to go with the coffee they planned on
buying.
The car was
parked to give Bob a good look at the road leading to Hoyer’s estate. He had a light-enhancing set of binoculars
trained on the road. When Dooley passed
by, he joked, “I’m about ready for coffee.”
Holly and Jim
looked at each other and grinned, knowing Bob was telling them Dooley had
passed the store. They continued to
browse, in order to give Dooley time to reach Hoyer’s mansion and return. After about twenty minutes, they purchased
the items they had chosen and went to the car. There the three sat and munched until
finished, then Bob took their trash to a bin.
He was just
getting back in the car when Dooley drove by, with the promised hundred
thousand dollars in a paper bag sitting next to him. The three in Bob’s car saw him, but decided
to wait a few minutes to see if Newton was following him.
After five
minutes, Holly started the car and glanced at Jim. “Should I go ahead and follow now, or wait a
little longer?”
“No—go ahead,
honey. As it is, we may have trouble
catching up to him.”
Holly nodded and
pulled onto the road. As she did, it
started to rain. In the back seat, Bob
muttered, “This sure isn’t gonna help any.”
Neither Holly
nor Jim replied, but Holly did see a set of car lights in her rearview
mirror. “We have someone behind us. Should I speed up to catch Dooley, or slow
down and let the car behind us catch up?”
Jim
shrugged. “What say you, Bob?”
“Speed up,
Holly. Let’s see if the car behind us
closes the gap, or falls back. If it’s
Newton, he’ll more-n-likely be coming pretty fast.”
“Okay, but I can
already see whoever it is behind us is falling back. I don’t think Newton would be out for a
Sunday drive if he’s after Dooley.”
What they, of
course, had no way of knowing was Newton wouldn’t be coming along, because he
was already in Dooley’s subdivision…and had been there for nearly an hour. He drove down the street with empty,
uncompleted, houses. When he came to the
house more-or-less behind Dooley’s, he shut off his lights and pulled into the
drive, up to a point he was nearly touching the plastic hanging in front of the
garage. He got out, went to the side of
the building, and saw the siding was only partially completed on that end of
it. Next, he went to the plastic and
looked behind it, to discover an empty, totally unfinished garage. Satisfied to find what he expected, he pulled
the plastic free from the few nails holding the sides in place, and then up
onto the hood of his car. Then he got
back in and drove about halfway into the garage. He stopped, got out, and pulled the plastic
to the rear of the car, then went the rest of the way into the garage.
He got out and
saw there was no doorway into the house from the garage, but it didn’t
matter. The inside of the house was only
framed out, so he walked between two boards of the framing and went into the
house. Finding a backdoor, he opened it
and stepped out. From there he called
Hoyer, after waiting around for nearly an hour.
“Has he left yet? If so when?”
Hoyer told him
when Dooley had left. After talking to
Newton, Hoyer wondered where he would be following from if he had to call to
find out when Dooley left, having no idea Newton had changed his plans about
following Dooley.
While Hoyer
wondered about the call, Newton hurried to his car, gathered the items he
wanted, then made his way to Dooley’s back door. On the way, it started to rain a bit harder
than it had been. Newton swore, but knew
there was nothing to do about it, since aborting his plan was not an option.
The dirt around
the unfinished house was starting to turn to mud as he went. Dooley’s yard was a bit better. The front and both sides had received sod,
but the back had only been seeded. The
seeding job was taking hold, but not yet solid, so Newton was still slogging
along there, even if it was better than the raw ground of the unfinished house
had been.
When he reached
the back of Dooley’s house, Newton went up on the one-step-up porch. At least there he was shielded somewhat by an
overhang covering the four foot wide concrete porch. He picked the lock on the door, and when he
turned the door knob to discover his success, he started on the deadbolt
above. That took a bit longer to pick,
but when he was sure he had it, he stood and waited for Dooley to arrive
home.
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