Cash Cassidy Adventures: The Complete 5-Book Series (Plus Bonus Novels)
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“We left him there,” Julie whispered, looking up with tear-filled eyes.
“We didn’t have a choice,” Ben said, “They were communicating with us, you see? Sam broke their laws, and he paid the price. If we had taken him down, I would think they’d do the same to us.”
Julie frowned and lapsed back into silence, and excused herself to go to the bathroom.
“What are you going to do with her?” Ben asked, jerking his head in the direction of the ladies toilet.
“We are going to safely deliver her to Dr. Stevens.” Lux slurped some coffee. “This is his gig, and if nothing else, we need to let him know that Smith is dead. That’s going to be messy. Oh, sorry everyone, he was ritually murdered by a tribe of sasquatches, but they’re not monsters. Oh, you want to napalm Piney Woods? Great. If anyone believes our reports, that is, and we don’t end up arrested on a murder charge ourselves. You know, Ben, I think it’d be in our own interests to get as far away from Texas as possible.”
They ate in silence. The food tasted like heaven, but anything would have right out of the woods. Lux had nothing to say. She just wanted to revel in the glory of civilized food. No matter how much she loved the woods, she was a loyal Texan to her belly. The bad, greasy food was sometimes just the best thing imaginable. To save money, all four of them ended up sharing a room in the Quiet Cloud Motel. Lux crashed onto the bed, feeling a surplus of snores ready to come out and bother everyone and she didn’t care a single bit. She was exhausted. The food had made her sleepy and warm. She let her eyes close. They were out. They were safe. They were free.
Chapter Six
Lux pointed the old truck, now fully outfitted and boasting repaired electrics, northwest and pulled onto the highway. Dr. Stevens had met them in Belle the night before and taken Julie into his custody. She had no more responsibilities. All she had left to do was figure out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. Theoretically, it was easy. But she couldn’t shake the dark form of the creatures in the woods. They had been there for eons, and would continue to be, provided they remained undiscovered and the woods remained unexploited by mankind. Dr. Stevens had said that he had no intention of disturbing them, but whether he could be trusted or not was a debate that she did not wish to have with herself. She had been paid double, with the proviso that she said nothing about the events in Piney Woods. She still had no idea what the purpose of the trip had been, but she was done caring.
Texas disappeared behind her slowly as the woods turned to flatland. The sun just barely a sliver in her eyes when she crossed the border out of the giant state. She could have gone anywhere.
No one would find her. Road disappeared forever under her wheels, putting time, distance and humanity in between her and the woods on the edge of Belle, Texas. Eventually she pulled into the parking lot of a motel. Catching, New Mexico. The name had been chipped away, leaving only a handful of letters that made no words. It smelled musty like the Quiet Cloud, but she didn’t care. It was better than her hammock, which was, of course, now in the possession of the creatures. She smiled at the thought of one of them trying it out for size. Maybe they’d like it.
The apartment she ended up in was clean and tidy and overlooked the desert. It was beautiful and she loved it. Open skies as far as the eye could see, and not a tree in sight. Maybe she could become a desert girl instead of a forest girl. Maybe she could find peace here, and lay all ghosts to rest.
***
Ben stepped out of the airport and breathed in his first breath of real Australian air. It tasted wild like the woods and like the dirt and like Lux. He slung his small bag over his shoulder and started down the sidewalk. He was ready to leave everything about the past month behind, Lux included. He double-checked the address in his pocket and looked at the little restaurant that looked more like a pottery studio than a place that dealt in food. But it was the correct address, so he pushed the door open. The warm smell of pasta and vegetables and roasting meat greeted him and he was instantly pleased with the decision.
“Ben?” a voice asked.
He looked around and made eye contact with a thin man in a worn tee-shirt.
“Tyler?”
The boy he remembered from his childhood was gone. Tyler the boy had been a squirrel, all ADHD and wide-eyed. Tyler the man was a snake; thin, pointy faced, and sly looking.
“Come, sit, let’s eat,” Tyler said, waving his hand around.
Ben followed him, but he was wary. He eyed the other customers, looking for any familiar faces or markings. There were none, but he did not feel at ease.
They sat at a corner table.
“So,” Ben said, not wanting to bother with chit-chat, “what’s this job you have?”
“Straight to business then,” Tyler said. “Very well. I have a small operation up in the Northern Territory, and I really need someone to help manage it.”
Ben suppressed his irritation.
“You told me this was a tracking assignment.”
“Well, it is of sorts.”
“Well?”
“I need you to figure out which of my employees is skimming from funds they shouldn’t be.”
Ben could do that.
“That’s fair,” he said.
“Good,” Tyler said, with a smile that disturbed Ben. He decided to do the job for Tyler and then he was going back to America and finding Lux. She was like him. He would track down one more person; Lux Branson. Then, maybe, he too could perhaps retire from this game. He, too, could have peace.
***
Officer John Rutledge was having a bad day. His wife of ten years had told him that morning that she was leaving him for the mailman. The mailman of all people! His mood only worsened when he entered his small office. Paperwork stacked taller than him up the sides of his desk, leaving only the smallest of cubby holes to poke his head through, so when they received an anonymous tip that there was a body in Piney Woods, Rutledge was eager to go. He leapt up, papers going everywhere, and rushed out the door before anyone could comment on the paperwork. But when he reached the crime scene, he regretted his decision as his lunch landed with a splat on the hard packed dirt.
Thick, bloated ropes of intestines spilled over the ground, dangling grotesquely from a swollen and disfigured... thing. John Rutledge was in no way convinced that the thing dripped all over the ground was even human. Maybe there were clothes, but the flesh had oozed over everything, leaving behind a stench that definitely put a skunk to shame.
Rutledge turned to his partner, O’Leary.
“Sometimes I hate this job.”
But O’Leary wasn’t there. In his place was a creature that went above and beyond Rutledge’s worst nightmare. Certainly he was dreaming, because creatures like that simply did not exist. With exaggerated movements, it smiled, the thick lips spreading thin over a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. This wasn’t happening, Rutledge told himself. It just… well, it wasn’t.
But the creature had other ideas. It reached out a well-muscled hand tipped in claws and closed it around Rutledge’s throat. His last thoughts were of his soon to be ex-wife. How she would cry to know he was missing. At least he wouldn’t die in vain. Missing cops always brought the full force of humanity down on the perpetrator, human or monster like this. Oh, they’d pay. He was crying with fear, and soiled himself. There was a strange popping noise in his neck, and he couldn’t get enough air. Blackness.
The End
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Sasquatch Found
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