( notes ) UNFIXED AND RAW.... BUT
Part One What is his Flaw? He is not prepared to deal with Psychopaths.
Investigator,
Wellington Doud works a missing persons file for the Flour Bluff State
Bank, expecting to locate the delinquent client,
but what he finds goes way past skip-tracing.
Chapter One
I
WAS OUT IN THE STICKS. 80 miles as the crow flies from Mexico, in an
outlying part of the unincorporated county near Corpus Christi, Texas,
at the end of a long caleche road on a lot over grown by vegetation that
would make Tarzan homesick, I got out of my air conditioned dark green
Impala and began to sweat.
I
left the engine running and I didn't like the feeling of the hot air
rising from the car's wheel well, as I walked across the gravel to the
front door of the trailer. The humidity in the partial shade of this
Texas version of the Tropics labored my breathing. Feel the weather.
Three miles due east and past the Intra coastal Canal lay the Gulf of Mexico.
l
knocked on the screen door. An army green canvass tarp draped over the
top and strapped down with black rubber bungee straps, gave off a
familiar odor of water proofing. The sound of someone fumbling with the
door.
Roof leaking or camouflage? The trailer didn't look that old.
A late model pick-up under the make-shift carport topped by the same kind of tarp tenting.
An
unkempt Caucasian woman came to the door carrying a brown faced baby.
Her dark hair was pulled back and she wore no make up , her face was
pleasant in a ugly sort of way. She did not look happy answering the
door to a stranger. She stared blankly at me like she wanted me to start
the conversation. And then, "Wha' da you want?" she said. I could feel
the cold air and the sick fumes of baby, mother, nicotine and something
that smelled like burning incense.
"I'm looking for a Tony Villanosa"
A conversation ensued and she said Tony Villanosa was hunting in Mexico.
But
the pick-up and a caged Pit-mixed dog in the back and gear in the open
bed, What looked like gun cases and medal ammo boxes, all said
different.
"Nice
dog, is she easy to handle?" I asked trying to calm he down. "That's
Tony's dog I don't do nothin' with that dog. Gotta go," she grunted
slamming the door.
My stomach
ached for her and did not want to agitate her, plus there was a good
chance, in my mind, there could be a different story. Something closer
to the truth. My pistol was in the glove box.
I
followed the drive out the opposite direction drove to the end to the
road that lead to a different exit on to the main road. I stopped and
waited. I rolled down a window and listened. The sound of a vehicle
starting, being gunned, sounded like a truck. I thought it might be
comming my way but it didn't. I pulled out onto the black top. and made a
three point turn. I circled around and the truck was gone. When back
out to the black top. I could see the pick up in the distance and with
the aid od my binoculars I saw two heads in the cab. I circled bacb to
the trailor and ring the bell. No answer. I started to force the lock
when a man in a Toyoto drove by
Chapter TwoScary scene
The man in the Toyota drove on by and I rang the door bell.
( this naked guy is waring underware and looks like a bath salts model - poster boy) somebodys addicted son...
I tie him up and leave... the old man ask for ... I get him a drink and the naked kid is quiet go back to check and he's dis appeared. be fore I start the car I see the keys swinging in the lock. start the car
Broke in the bed rooms that were locked the first on had an
old
man the next was a naded guy who keep charging me but even thought he
kept comming at me I cold cocked him but he would not stay down... were
locked and
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