Bill turned into the lot in front of the campsite and found three cars there. Two sedans and a F-350. Not enough cover to keep the Jeep from being seen. He turned around and drove a quarter mile back towards the road and found a turnoff, then he drove further until he found an alcove that hid the car completely. He took a deep breath as he moved the shifter to park and after a moment of contemplation he pulled the Glock out, slipped a magazine into the well and tucked it into his waistband. There was an old hoodie on the backseat and he put it on, hoping to conceal the gun's presence further. He didn't know what would happen if they spotted it but he imagined that the reception would be less than hospitable.
The campsite looked about the same in daylight. Old Coleman tents dotted the landscape. Their flaps were open to the new day. Women wandered around barefoot. His eyes searched their faces.
They ain't gunna keep you in plain sight. Or in one of them tents for that matter. Even if the flap's closed you'd be raising hell inside.
He found several of the girls congregating near the big tent. Their hands held flat against their forehead. Watching the helicopter hover in the distance.
They ignored him as he approached and he turned and began watching its progress alongside. The western sky was choked with smoke.
He stood there watching for a long time until he heard a voice close to his ear. He turned.
A girl was standing a few feet to his left, one hand on her hip.
"What's that?" He asked.
"I said are you here for the fifty or the hundred?"
He looked at her. "I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"What do you think?"
"Well how much you got?"
"Enough."
"Then I'd recommend the hundred." She pushed her hair away from her eyes. Bill could see that she was close to him in age. A few years older. Maybe less.
"Alright. Let's go with that."
"Let's see it first."
Bill took one of the hundreds Sam had given him out of his pocket and handed it to her. She smiled and put out her arm, opening and closing her hand. "Come on then. You want some breakfast?"
It took a moment for what she said to register. Bill was looking up at the cabin halfway up the hill.
"Ain't hungry."
"You're a little nervous huh?"
"I guess so." He took her hand.
"You'll do alright. Ain't nothin to worry about. I seen it all before."
Bill's thoughts turned to the weight just above his belt buckle.
No you ain't. Not all of it. You may think you have but you may see something new fore this is all said and done.
He looked back at the cabin as she led him away. There was a light glowing from somewhere within.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Conflagration
Misterio / SuspensoAfter his boarding school tuition fund runs dry, Bill Dixon is forced to return home to Schodack, a town under the yoke of a corrupt Sheriff's department and the location of his father's suicide thirteen years before. It is also the home of Meadow B...
