Friday, January 13, 2017

Too Many Women, Book #1 of the Becker Trilogy - Bad guys have another bad day.



Today’s excerpt is from Too Many Women, Book #1 of the Becker Trilogy.  Another try on Terri fails.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

Two hours after they made their plans, Horace was in the gun room, looking things over with the binoculars.  Bill was planning their evening meal, and Leo was keeping an eye on Terri as she played with Tillie in the back yard—but not too far away…as instructed by Leo.

Terri—who was bored out of her mind, and having finished her “housecleaning” for the day—decided a bit of fun was reasonable.  In no time, Tillie had the wig and was running around with it, Terri in hot pursuit—further away from the house and to the left of the kitchen area. 

Leo saw and shouted, “Dammit, Terri, get that wig back on your head.  Matilda, stop!”

Tillie didn’t know, of course, Leo was a retired Sergeant Major, but did recognize authority when she heard it—plus which, Leo had already befriended the dog.  She stopped in her tracks.  Terri ran to her and took the wig.  She was facing the back of the house, far enough away from it and far enough left of the middle of the house for Boxer to see her—without the wig.  He and Burras were wearing communication sets and he said into his, “I’ll be damned…it’s her—Durbin’s wife.  That fat blonde I told you about is not blonde, and I bet she’s not fat either.  It’s his damned wife.  I’m pluggin’ her—get ready to split.”

As Boxer lined up to take his shot, Terri started to put the wig back on…but wiggled it a bit at Tillie, which was all Tillie needed to make another try at it.  As she jumped, Terri stepped back to receive the brunt of Tillie’s charge in the midsection.  The end result was she bent forward just slightly…at the precise moment Boxer fired.  Terri had the wig above her head at the time, only to have it blown out of her hands.

Leo saw, heard the report of the rifle, saw a splash in the distant pool, and shouted, “Terri, get back here right now.  Someone’s shooting at you.”

Terri paused just a second, for Leo’s words to sink in.  Then, with the wig flying out of her hands and the sound of gunfire, she immediately did as told.  Meanwhile, Tillie ran after the wig, retrieved it, and started running around the back yard.  Leo sighed, shouted at her to “come,” then went forward to grab Terri.  “Horace, shot fired—my guess is about one or two o’clock from you…probably in a tree.”

All three men were wearing communication sets, as well as their foes.  Horace didn’t bother replying, just started looking around with his binoculars and spotted Boxer in the tree.  He picked up his own sniper rifle and sighted in as Boxer was looking through his rifle scope, looking for Terri. 

Meanwhile, Bill, rifle in hand, was heading for one of the two dune buggy-type vehicles parked right outside the back fence.  As he raced out the back door, Leo had Terri, and made sure she was now out of the line of fire.  “Get your ass up to Horace and stay with him until I come get you—now…move!”

This time Terri minded his every word and headed in the house, with Leo right behind.  As Tillie came bounding in, he didn’t even watch as Terri was followed up the stairs to the second floor by a still-wanting-to play-Tillie.  He grabbed another rifle, ran out the back door, and headed for the other buggy-like vehicle.

By then, Horace had squeezed off his shot, having spotted Boxer.  His intent was to first disarm the sniper, then, with a follow-up shot, wound him so they would have someone to question as to the whereabouts of Durbin…assuming it wasn’t Durbin in the tree.  The plan was excellent, his shot was true, but luck wasn’t part of the equation—or at least good luck.  His shot hit the scope of Boxer’s rifle, disabling it, but then ricocheted up, directly to Boxer’s jugular vein.  In an instant, Boxer knew he was in trouble, as blood was shooting out of him in spurts.

As he started to get down from the tree, he said, in a very garbled manner, “LeRoy, I’m hit.  I need help.”

Burras hurried along the side of the embankment as fast as he could.  When he was about halfway to Boxer, he watched as the mortally wounded Boxer fell out of the tree with a thud…and didn’t move at all.  Burras saw the still form of his fellow Durbin employee, decided there was nothing he could do for him, then turned and headed back toward their car. 

 

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