Текст книги "Ancient Enemy"

Автор книги: Mark Lukens

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CHAPTER TWELVE

Cole stood at the edge of the porch, at the edge of the steps that disappeared down into the snow. And there they were, just what he’d thought he’d seen when he’d opened the door earlier.

Footprints.

There was a set of footprints in the snow that led from the front porch steps out towards the line of dark trees in the distance. Cole stared down at the footprints, trying to understand why Frank would walk out of the cabin in the middle of the night to the woods. Did he see something out here? Hear something?

Cole pulled his nine millimeter out of his coat pocket. He always wore thin leather gloves on bank jobs, they allowed him to grip his pistol better; they were almost like a second skin covering his own hands. His hands were cold now, but he sacrificed the cold for the increased sensitivity and mobility in his hands. His index finger caressed the trigger lightly as he stared out at the line of trees. There was a ribbon of deep blue sky right above the trees where the sky was beginning to lighten up with the sunrise. But there was also a mass of dark clouds building up in the sky in the other direction, the next storm in this series of snowstorms; right now they were in the calm of the storm, like an eye of a hurricane, a moment of peace and calm.

His boots crunched in the snow as he stepped down into it. He stood in the snow for a moment, which came up to his mid-calf. He stared down at the set of footprints. A man’s footprints. Regular gait. Not like this man was running. Like he was walking; a leisurely midnight stroll through the freezing snow to the dark woods.

Cole followed the footprints, staying three feet away from the footprints, careful not to disturb them. His eyes darted around as he followed the trail of footprints to the trees; there didn’t seem to be anything threatening out here that he could see, but a hard knot of fear sat in his stomach like a stone.

* * *

Inside the cabin, Stella got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Jose watched her in shock. “Hey, lady! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Stella stopped, she looked right at Jose, but she showed no fear of him. “David needs something to eat.”

“Did we say you could just get up and walk around?” Jose spat out.

“I didn’t ask,” she said.

Jose was about to explode with rage, but Trevor’s words grabbed his attention. “Leave her alone, Jose.”

“What?” Jose said, turning on Trevor now.

“I said leave her alone. She’s not our prisoner.”

“You aint my boss.”

Stella ignored the two men and continued to the kitchen. She wasn’t going to wait around for them to quit arguing with each other – that might take forever. She looked through the cabinets.

Trevor turned his attention away from Jose and he watched Stella. “What are you making him for breakfast?”

Stella didn’t look at Trevor as she spoke to him. “There are some packets of oatmeal up here.”

“How about some coffee for us?”

Now Stella looked right at Trevor who was giving her his sweetest smile, she was sure it worked on most of the ladies. “Sure,” she finally answered in a sarcastically sweet voice. “Coffee coming right up.”

She pulled out some instant coffee from the cabinet along with the packets of oatmeal.

Oatmeal would be good for her and David, Stella thought to herself as she boiled water on the stove for the oatmeal and started the coffee maker. They were going to need all of their strength for what was coming soon.

* * *

Outside, Cole followed the footprints. He was almost to the woods now. He glanced back at the cabin, which was at least fifty yards away. He looked back down at the footprints and followed them for a few more feet – then he stopped dead in his tracks.

He stared down at the snow in disbelief, having trouble believing what he was seeing.

A crackling noise deep in the woods startled him. He brought his pistol up and aimed it into the dark woods, his hand shaking slightly, his breath pluming up in front of his face from his heavy breathing.

Nothing moving in the trees that he could see.

He turned and ran back to the cabin. Even in his panic, he made sure that he stayed well away from the set of footprints in the snow. He didn’t want to disturb them at all – he wanted the others to see what he had just seen.

* * *

The oatmeal was ready. Stella poured some in a bowl for David. She looked at David on the couch. “David, I made you some oatmeal.”

David stared at her, but he made no move to get up. His long hair was a little rumpled from a night’s sleep.

“Come on, David,” she said. “You need to eat something.”

Trevor got up from his sleeping bag and came to the dining room table. He looked down at the bowls of oatmeal sitting on the table. He looked at Stella with a half-smile on his face. “What kind of oatmeal is it?”

“Apples and cinnamon.”

“My favorite.”

Stella looked past Trevor at David who still wasn’t moving.

Trevor sat down and took a big bite of his oatmeal. “How’s that coffee coming?” he asked around a mouthful of oatmeal.

Stella sighed, but she poured cups of coffee and set them on the dining room table. Trevor took a sip. “Perfect,” he said.

Jose sat on his blankets and laced his boots up. “I can’t believe you’re eating that,” he told Trevor. “How do you know she didn’t poison that stuff?”

Trevor stopped eating suddenly, his mouth hung open as he made choking noises, his eyes bulging. He dropped the spoon back into the bowl and grabbed at his throat, clawing at it, some of the oatmeal dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.

Jose stood up and shook his head. “You’re really an asshole, you know that?”

Trevor erupted in a fit of laughter.

Even David cracked a smile.

Stella smiled, too. Her eyes met David’s eyes for a moment and she grabbed a bowl of oatmeal for David and brought it to him.

Needles didn’t look at anyone or join in the conversation. He sat curled up in the recliner, rubbing his crucifix with his fingers and staring at the front door.

Jose grabbed his coat and slipped it on. He fished his gloves and hat out of the pockets of the coat.

“Where are you going?” Trevor asked around another mouthful of food.

“Going to help Cole look for Frank.”

“Who said you could do that?”

“I never asked for permission, did I?”

“He said he wanted to go alone,” Trevor reminded him.

“I don’t give a shit. Just because Frank isn’t here right now doesn’t make you and your brother the boss.”

Jose turned away from Trevor and took a few steps towards the front door, but then he stopped as the door flew open and Cole rushed inside.

Cole slammed the door shut and twisted the deadbolt lock. He backed away from the door, and then he turned and looked at the others with wide eyes of shock.

“What’s wrong?” Jose asked. “You find Frank?”

“He’s gone,” Cole said in a hoarse voice.

“Yeah, no shit,” Jose said. “We can see that.”

“No, I mean he’s … just gone.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

They all followed Cole through the snow, all of them bundled up in their coats, hats, and gloves. Cole stopped when they got close to the trees. He pointed down at the snow.

They gathered around, all of them careful to stay away from the set of footprints in the snow. The footprints led from the cabin almost to the woods. About twenty feet before the woods, the footprints stopped, like the person took a step, and then he was gone.

“I don’t understand,” Jose said as he scratched at his head underneath his knit cap. He looked around. “It’s like something picked him up right off the snow.”

No one said anything.

Jose looked at the line of dark trees looming in front of them, the unending forest beyond the first line of trees. “This doesn’t make any sense,” he continued.

Stella and David stood away from the group of men, closer to the trees. David stood in front of Stella, and Stella’s hands were on his shoulders. David pulled away from her and walked towards the trees, staring at them with a fierce intensity.

“Honey,” Stella said as David took another step through the snow towards the trees. David didn’t turn around at the sound of her voice.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jose asked.

Needles watched David. “It’s like that kid can see something in the woods.”

Needles hurried through the snow towards David, a sudden rage on Needles’ face. “That kid can see something in the woods!”

Stella jumped in between David and Needles, an animal-like look of protectiveness on her face. “You stay away from him,” she growled.

Needles stopped, but he wasn’t letting it go. “What’s wrong with that kid? What’s he see in those woods?”

Cole stepped over to Needles; Cole’s hands hung at his sides like a gunfighter’s hands, ready to grab at his gun in a flash if he needed to. “Needles, back away from that kid.”

Needles looked around, nodding his head quickly. “There’s something wrong with those two. I don’t know why you guys can’t see that.”

Cole ignored the babble from Needles as he trudged through the snow and stood beside David and looked at the woods, trying to see what David was seeing. He looked down at David. “You see something in there, kid?”

David looked up at Cole and stared at him with his large dark eyes. He didn’t nod yes or shake his head no. He didn’t say anything; he just walked back to Stella and grabbed her hand again.

Stella just shrugged.

Cole looked up at the sky. Darker clouds were moving in fast, promising a lot more snow. “Let’s get back inside.”

* * *

The men sat around the dining room table, all of them sipping cups of coffee. Stella sat beside David on the couch. David had eaten half his bowl of oatmeal, but then he didn’t want any more.

Cole looked at the other men at the table. “I want to know what made Frank get up in the middle of the night and leave.”

“You think those are his footprints?” Trevor asked.

“Who else’s would they be?” Cole asked.

Trevor shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he heard something in the middle of the night. Or he saw something. He went out there to check it out.”

“He would’ve woken us up,” Cole said.

“Then maybe he ran,” Trevor answered.

All eyes were on Trevor. For a moment a tense silence blanketed the room.

“Frank wouldn’t run out on us,” Jose growled.

“Hey, I’m just exploring possibilities,” Trevor said. “Besides, this is a different situation we’re in now.” Trevor’s eyes rested on Needles. “We’ve never had a murder rap hanging over our heads before.”

Needles stared at Trevor, but he didn’t say anything.

“Even with a murder rap,” Jose said, “Frank wouldn’t run.” Jose stared right at Trevor. “But I have a theory – maybe somebody did something to Frank in the middle of the night.” Jose’s eyes were still locked on Trevor. “Somebody with a lot to gain.”

Trevor stared right back at Jose. “You trying to say something, Jose? Go ahead and spit it out.”

“Come on, you two,” Cole said. “Let’s think about this for a minute. Frank leaves in the middle of the night without his hat or coat.”

“Or his share of the money,” Jose offered.

“Or his share of the money,” Cole repeated. “Then he walks straight from the cabin to the woods. And then his footprints just stop.”

“Maybe somebody else got him,” Trevor said. “He heard something, went out there to check it out and someone got him.”

“Have to be a bad motherfucker to take Frank,” Jose stared at Trevor.

“You mean like the bad motherfucker that tore a guy’s eyes out and stuffed him in a freezer?” Trevor answered.

Cole leaned back in his chair and ran his hands through his hair as he exhaled a deep breath. “This shit doesn’t make any sense. There’s no sign of struggle anywhere. If somebody got to Frank, we would’ve heard something. Frank yelling. Gunshots. Something.”

“I slept like a rock,” Trevor told them.

“Me too,” Cole added. “It was like I passed out.”

Needles chuckled. They all looked at him. Needles sat back in his chair, the wood creaking. He laughed harder now. “Nobody’s going to say it, are they?” he said through his laughter.

“Needles …” Cole started.

“No, Cole,” Needles snapped, his laughter cut off suddenly. His eyes blazed with fear and insanity. “People just don’t go out in the middle of the night and walk into the woods. People don’t just disappear in mid-step. Something’s wrong here. Really wrong.”

They were all quiet for a moment. Needles took a deep breath, like he was trying to control himself and he continued. “Something took Frank. Not someone, it was some– thing.”

“Needles, don’t start with that shit again,” Cole warned.

“You guys know it’s the truth,” Needles said, almost under his breath. “You’re going to realize it before long.”

Cole got up and took his coffee cup to the kitchen. He poured another cup of coffee, spooned a few teaspoons of sugar into it and stirred it – the sounds were loud in the quiet cabin.

Trevor glanced at Needles, at Stella and David, then back at Cole. “Cole, maybe Needles is right.”

Cole turned and stared at Trevor. “There’s got to be some kind of rational explanation here,” Cole told him.

“I’m not seeing any rational explanations.” Trevor glanced around at the others for a moment, and then he looked back at Cole. “Maybe it’s time we thought about getting out of here.”

“I think we should look for Frank,” Jose spat out.

“Frank’s gone!” Trevor shouted. “He ran. When are you going to get that through your head?!”

Trevor and Jose jumped to their feet; their chairs tipped backwards and fell over on the hardwood floor. They glared at each other, ready to fight. Cole rushed back into the dining room and stepped in between them. “That’s enough,” he said as he stared at each of them. “We’re not going to fight each other.”

Neither of them said a word as they grabbed their chairs and sat back down. Cole went back to the kitchen counter for his cup of coffee. He took a sip as he walked back into the living room. He stared at Stella and David. “What about you?” he asked Stella. “Did you hear anything last night?”

“No,” Stella answered in a low voice.

Something about her, Cole thought. She’s hiding something. He saw her eyes dart to the fireplace, at the cases of money, and then she looked at him again.

“What?” he asked her. “If you saw something or heard something, you’d better spit it out.”

Stella hesitated, and then finally she said: “None of you noticed that the ax from the fireplace is gone?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

They all stared at the fireplace.

Cole remembered now that there had been an ax leaning next to the small stack of firewood set on the hearth. He had thought it was odd that someone would have an ax inside the house, but it looked like Tom Gordon had used it to break up the logs into smaller pieces before placing them into the fireplace.

And now the ax was gone.

“What the hell?” Jose whispered.

Nobody answered Jose. They all stared at the fireplace.

“This just keeps getting weirder,” Trevor mumbled.

Cole looked at Stella and David for a moment, and then he looked at the others. “Okay, I’ll go check out her truck; see if it can be fixed.” He looked at Jose. “You come out there with me. Watch my back.”

Trevor jumped to his feet. “You don’t want me to come with you?”

“No. You stay here and watch these two.” Cole pointed at Stella and David.

Cole walked to the kitchen counter and above the end of the counter on the wall was a wooden key holder carved into the shape of a large key. But there were no keys on the key holder. Cole’s eyes scanned the counter where someone might throw a set of keys – but there were no keys on the counter. He opened the first drawer, a junk drawer, and rummaged through it.

“What are you looking for?” Jose asked as he shrugged into his winter coat.

“Probably the keys to Tom Gordon’s truck, genius,” Trevor said to Jose.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Jose said as he took a step towards Trevor.

“Nothing,” Trevor said with a smirk.

Cole found a set of keys, but they couldn’t be the keys to the pickup truck outside, but they did look familiar and he was pretty sure that he knew what these set of keys went to. He palmed the small set of keys inside his hand and continued his search through the drawers for the keys to the pickup truck.

Then a morbid thought occurred to Cole. What if the keys to the pickup were still in Tom Gordon’s pants pocket when he was murdered? What if they were in his pants right now, frozen in there? Cole could imagine pulling the semi-frozen corpse out of the freezer, prying the pockets open or cutting them away with a knife as frozen flesh peeled away with the cloth. He pushed the thoughts away, and moved to the next drawer, opened it and found the truck keys. He closed his hand around the truck keys, collecting them with the small set of keys already in his hand, and he pocketed them both. He turned and looked at Jose. “Found them. Let’s go.”

* * *

Cole and Jose walked around the cabin to the back where Stella’s Chevy Suburban was parked under a blanket of snow. Jose trudged through the snow right beside Cole, his gloved hands stuffed into his coat pockets. “I don’t know what your brother’s problem is,” he grumbled.

“He’s just nervous and trying not to show it,” Cole answered. “The more nervous he gets, the more sarcastic he gets.”

“He better stop fucking with me,” Jose said. “That’s all I’m saying.”

Cole opened the driver’s door and looked at Jose. “You two are going to cool it right now; we have enough to worry about without you two at each other’s throats.”

Jose looked away and exhaled a long breath that plumed up in front of his face in the freezing air. “Whatever,” he mumbled.

Cole still stared at Jose. “Maybe Trevor’s right. Something’s not right here in this cabin and Needles is halfway to La La land right now and pretty much useless. So the rest of us need to keep our cool and work together.”

Jose shrugged his shoulders and kept looking around.

“Jose, I’m serious. I need your help. And Trevor’s.”

Jose looked back at Cole. “Just get that fucking truck fixed so we can get the fuck out of here.”

Cole pulled the latch to pop the hood. He marched through the snow to the front of the truck. He lifted up the hood and stared down at the mess that used to be engine.

Jose saw the look on Cole’s face. He hurried over to the front of the truck and stared down at the destroyed engine. He didn’t know near as much about engines as Cole did, but he knew enough to know that this engine was ruined. Inoperable.

Cole stuck his hand down in the motor and picked up some loose parts, then he tossed them back down onto the engine, the clanking sound was loud out here in the silence. Cole picked up the cables that used to go to the battery. “Battery’s gone,” Cole mumbled.

“Holy shit, Cole,” Jose yelled right beside him as he stared in shock down at the engine. “Holy fuck, man. What the fuck?”

Cole studied the frayed end of the battery cable. It looked ripped, torn apart, like someone had torn the battery out of the truck with tremendous force, snapping the battery cables.

“What the fuck?” Jose said again as he backed away from the truck, pacing around in the snow in a small circle, still cussing. “What the fuck happened?”

“It looks like someone destroyed the engine with an ax,” Cole said, his voice even and controlled, like a scientist analyzing a piece of data. “See those chop marks there. Hell of a swing.”

Jose swung his fists at the air. “Fuck!” he screamed out into the freezing air. “FUCK!!” His voice echoed across the snowy field.

Cole lowered the hood of Stella’s truck, but he didn’t close it all the way. He turned to Jose. “Let’s go check the other truck.”

* * *

Inside the cabin, Stella stood at the sink and washed the leftover oatmeal out of the bowls.

Trevor watched her. He still sat at the dining room table, his coffee cup in front of him. He toyed with the cup, spinning it around slowly on the table as he glanced at David who sat on the couch. Needles was curled up in the recliner, comforting himself by rubbing his cross around his neck, his eyes half-closed, his lips moving in silent prayers. Trevor looked back at Stella, watching her rinse the dishes. “What’s wrong with your kid?” he asked. “Is he autistic?”

“No,” Stella answered, not bothering to look at him.

“Retarded?”

Stella gave Trevor a hard look with her blue eyes. “No,” she said.

“Seems like something’s wrong with him.”

“He just doesn’t talk much,” Stella said as she turned her attention back to the dishes, setting them in the strainer a little too hard.

Trevor smiled as he kept playing with his coffee cup. “Stella, could I get another cup of coffee? It was really good.”

“Get it yourself,” she told him without looking at him.

David got up from the couch and walked across the area rug in the middle of the living room; he gave Needles a wide berth as he hurried over to Stella.

Stella turned and smiled at David. “What is it, honey?”

He tugged on her sleeve. She bent down and he cupped a hand beside his mouth and whispered into her ear.

She nodded. “Sure,” she said. She went right to one of the drawers in the cabinets and rummaged through them.

Trevor watched the two of them with that same smirk on his face. “What’s the kid want?” he asked.

Stella found a spiral-bound book of notebook paper. She handed the notebook to David. His face lit up as he took it. She continued looking through the drawers for something else.

“Is he writing a book?” Trevor asked.

“He wants something to draw on,” Stella said over her shoulder as she continued looking through the drawer.

“Really?” Trevor’s face lit up. He looked at David. “Are you a good artist?”

David stared at Trevor for a moment, and then he looked at Stella with hope in his eyes.

Stella turned to David with a ballpoint pen in her hand. “Sorry, honey. This is all I could find.”

David took the pen with a big smile and he hurried back to the couch, his long hair flying out behind him as he ran. He plopped down on the couch and opened the notebook.

Trevor got up and grabbed his coffee cup from the table. He walked to the coffee pot and poured another cup of coffee. He watched Stella as she went back to the couch and sat down beside David.

Stella looked at Trevor. “You don’t seem particularly worried about what’s going on here.”

Trevor sipped his coffee as he mulled over an answer. “I’m not afraid of anything,” he finally said.

You will be, Stella thought.

* * *

“Pop the hood,” Cole told Jose.

Jose lifted the handle on the driver’s door of Tom Gordon’s truck, and then wrenched the door open as snow fell in heaps from the top of the door and the roof. He reached inside the murky truck – all of the windows covered with snow made the interior dark. He groped around until he found a lever; he pulled until he heard the clunking sound that released the hood.

Cole lifted up the hood. He was pretty sure what to expect, but he still hoped anyway. He prayed that he was wrong.

But he wasn’t.

Jose rushed around to the front of the truck, slipping in the snow a little. But then he stopped in his tracks when he saw the expression on Cole’s face. “Fuck,” Jose breathed out.

Cole slammed the hood of the truck shut. “Somebody doesn’t want us to leave,” he said.