Tuesday Tales: From the Word Balloon

NEW TT BADGEWelcome to the end of July and this week’s Tuesday Tales. I’m continuing with the Prologue to The White Dahlia, my fourth Harvester Files book. Enjoy!

“Beth, calm down,” Rob stood, came around the desk, and took her hands in his to stop her rubbing. “Larson and the Reno police sent the dogs in, and they found traces of explosives in a mechanic’s locker. He’s dead.”

She swallowed. “So, we have them all?”

Rob stepped away and rubbed the back of his neck. “They’ve finished identifying the bodies in Alaska. There are three Colchesters unaccounted for—Sara, Michael, and Timothy. Give me that plane’s call numbers, and I’ll alert the airports.  It’s unlikely the girl is behind this, given where women sit in the pecking order. Besides, we’ve got eyes on every group associated with New Horizon. As for the other two, I contacted Jacob. He says they’re the youngest, only kids when he left the compound, but they were a little different, even back then.”

“Different how?” Beth frowned. As far as she was concerned that was three potential threats.

“Really quiet and shy. The boys were close in age, and Michael was sickly. Timothy was always watching out for him, protecting him from the others, although most of the time the older siblings ignored them. Who knows, someone could’ve disposed of them years ago.”

“I hate to burst your balloon, but you don’t know for sure. What does Adam have to say about them?”

“Nothing. He hasn’t said a word since we told him his father died. He didn’t even react when I mentioned the plane carrying his body had crashed. He refuses to eat. They’ve got him on a suicide watch. The man seems intent on dying any way he can.”

She frowned. “I wonder why they blew up the plane. It doesn’t make sense. It’s certainly not respectful of a man they considered almost a god.”

Rob shrugged. “It must have something to do with their burial practices. They couldn’t sanitize the body the way they usually do, and fire cleanses. I’ll run that by Lilith when I speak to her.” He grinned. “In the meantime, give yourself a pat on the back for a job well done. We’re done here. We’ll be back in Boston before the weekend.”

Beth shivered. The job done? With three of the Chosen still out there? Not by a long shot.

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

4 thoughts on “Tuesday Tales: From the Word Balloon

  1. I think there’s more to those three than they know. I suspect the job is far from over. I can’t wait to read more on this! Great job!

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