Who is this stranger? Who's doing what to whom? Man wanders from place to place enjoying new adventures, or is he running from something? Where will he end up?
A strange pulls you into his suspenseful journey. Road story of a man with several sets of ID and very little past. Is his past dangerous and/or is his future worse? How do his activities affect the people he meets? Is there a conspiracy, and how many people or agencies want to find him? Can he survive them?
There is limited gore and language. This is no slasher tale. Mild language has been mostly replaced with dashes since this is published on a blog that is freely accessible by young adults as well as adults.
Griff received a radio call from the vacation house saying that the blue Ford had kept driving. After a half hour, each officer checked in and indicated that the Ford was gone. Griff stayed ready to duck down for another four hours before anything else happened. His coffee was gone and he was using a jar to relieve himself when the Ford came his way again.
"-----," he said, ducking down. He grabbed the radio and signaled the troops. Labatt called back and said that the Ford had parked in some bushes across the road. He assumed they would work their way around to the back of Lewis' house. Griff checked with each officer. Two suspects. One black, one white. They were ready.
Now it was dark, and D and M thought they had an easy assignment. They slipped behind one of the houses and into the woods back of the cabin. Their automatics were out with silencers attached making them slightly more awkward to carry. M was in the lead and almost to the house when D fired at a target. A constable went down, and D stepped back to finish him. Within a second another muffled shot met it's target, and D fell backwards, making a noise M mistook for D's saying Okay. There was no other sound except for the faint rustling of an ERT that M also mistook for D's following him.
M moved toward the cabin certain that D was right behind him. He quickly slipped the lock on the kitchen door and let himself inside. The other three ERT members closed on the cabin as well, but not quickly enough to stop M from entering. Labatt and Demitri ran to get over to Lewis' house, too.
In the bedroom, pillows and bed clothes lay about the room. Tom and Susan were enjoying their afterglow, lying there, smiling at each other. Then their smiles froze. They could hear a faint noise in the kitchen. Tom grabbed his gun, and Susan jumped up and dashed to the armoire. Tom had almost enough time to position himself beside the bedroom door when it swung open and crashed into him, knocking the PPK out of his hand. M fired two shots into the armoire and wheeled to do the same to Tom behind the door. But as fast as M was, Susan threw the armoire door open and shot him before he could kill Tom. Blood trickled from M's shoulder, and he spun around with an amazed look on his face. Tom grabbed the thug's gun hand, and Susan charged forward and hit him with the sap. M went down like an imploding building, and the two jumped on top of him to keep him down.
"Get some rope," shouted Tom, and Susan grabbed a couple of Lewis' ties out of the armoire.
The ERT rushed into the room with their guns drawn but stopped cold. This was their first experience seeing two naked people on top of a large black man trying to tie him up.
"I'll get my med kit, Miss. You're bleeding," said one of the officers.
I can't let you out of my sight for minute, can I?" said Griff, as he strode into the bedroom. Tom and Susan had clothes on now. One of Lewis's robes and Tom's trousers. An ERT officer was applying a bandage to Susan's left hip.
"What's this?" Griff inquired of his officer.
"He almost missed me all together," Susan said happily, experiencing euphoria for the meantime.
"Well, you get a trip to hospital along with your friend here, eh?" said Griff, pointing to the man lying on the floor. He was unconscious and sporting cuffs and leg irons. An ERT officer was applying pressure to his shoulder. They quickly went over the details of what happened. Griff told Tom he shouldn't be mad at Lewis for tattling. It saved his life.
"I know," acknowledged Tom with some embarrassment.
The crew loaded up two bodies into an ambulance. One dead, one wounded and unconscious. Susan and Tom followed to the hospital in Susan's rental, and another ambulance took the officer whom D had shot in the chest. His Kevlar vest saved him, but he was still out of wind and badly bruised. Griff drove back to the detachment to start his paperwork and have night staff prepare female sleepover quarters. Susan wouldn't be leaving town right away.
Lewis found Griff at his office to beg for news of the night, and Griff gave him the course of events.
"If I were you, I'd sell that cabin, Lewis. It's bad luck," said Griff.