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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
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«Where are you?»
«I'm almost there.»
«You said you were going to call.»
Michael ignored that and instead asked, «How are you feeling?»
«Better. I think I should have come with you.»
Again, he ignored her as he turned the dark green truck onto the road that Rapp lived off. «How is Duke?»
«Duke's fine. He's sitting right next to me on the couch eating popcorn.»
O'Rourke shook his head and stopped at the end of Rapp's driveway. Duke was supposed to be a hunter, not a house dog. They had gone around and around on this, and as in most of their little battles, he had lost. O'Rourke scanned the tree-lined street for cars and saw none. Just as he turned into the driveway, the rain started falling. It was coming down hard. O'Rourke pinched the phone between his ear and shoulder while he turned the wipers on.
«Shit.»
«What's wrong?»
«Nothing. It just started raining very hard.» O'Rourke sighted Anna Rielly's car and asked, «Anna drives a little BMW; right?»
«Yes. Is it there?»
«Yeah. When was the last time you tried calling her?»
«Just before I called you.»
O'Rourke looked over at the small house. The sky had grown dark with the falling rain, but there were no lights on. Things didn't look so good. «Honey, I'm going to have to get out and take a look.»
«Michael, I don't think that's a good idea.» Liz's voice sounded panicked. «I think you should wait right there until the police show up.»
«Take it easy. I'm just going to look in the windows. If anything happens, call the cops, and then call that other number I gave you.»
«Michael, please be careful, and don't do anything stupid.» O'Rourke promised he would try to do one and not the other and then made a dash for the small front porch. His hair and jacket were wet by the time he reached cover.
After shaking the water from his head, he reached under his jacket and pulled out a. 45-caliber Colt pistol. He couldn't see any signs of Anna through the small window on the front door, so he pressed the doorbell with the tip of the pistol. O'Rourke waited several seconds and then pressed it again. He could hear the bell ring somewhere inside.
«What do you see?»
O'Rourke tried to look through one of the larger windows to the right of the door, but the shades were drawn. «Nothing.»
«Is there any broken glass or toppled furniture?»
O'Rourke peered through the small window. «No.» His face was inches away from the glass when he saw something move.
«Where are you?»
«I'm almost there.»
«You said you were going to call.»
Michael ignored that and instead asked, «How are you feeling?»
«Better. I think I should have come with you.»
Again, he ignored her as he turned the dark green truck onto the road that Rapp lived off. «How is Duke?»
«Duke's fine. He's sitting right next to me on the couch eating popcorn.»
O'Rourke shook his head and stopped at the end of Rapp's driveway. Duke was supposed to be a hunter, not a house dog. They had gone around and around on this, and as in most of their little battles, he had lost. O'Rourke scanned the tree-lined street for cars and saw none. Just as he turned into the driveway, the rain started falling. It was coming down hard. O'Rourke pinched the phone between his ear and shoulder while he turned the wipers on.
«Shit.»
«What's wrong?»
«Nothing. It just started raining very hard.» O'Rourke sighted Anna Rielly's car and asked, «Anna drives a little BMW; right?»
«Yes. Is it there?»
«Yeah. When was the last time you tried calling her?»
«Just before I called you.»
O'Rourke looked over at the small house. The sky had grown dark with the falling rain, but there were no lights on. Things didn't look so good. «Honey, I'm going to have to get out and take a look.»
«Michael, I don't think that's a good idea.» Liz's voice sounded panicked. «I think you should wait right there until the police show up.»
«Take it easy. I'm just going to look in the windows. If anything happens, call the cops, and then call that other number I gave you.»
«Michael, please be careful, and don't do anything stupid.» O'Rourke promised he would try to do one and not the other and then made a dash for the small front porch. His hair and jacket were wet by the time he reached cover.
After shaking the water from his head, he reached under his jacket and pulled out a. 45-caliber Colt pistol. He couldn't see any signs of Anna through the small window on the front door, so he pressed the doorbell with the tip of the pistol. O'Rourke waited several seconds and then pressed it again. He could hear the bell ring somewhere inside.
«What do you see?»
O'Rourke tried to look through one of the larger windows to the right of the door, but the shades were drawn. «Nothing.»
«Is there any broken glass or toppled furniture?»
O'Rourke peered through the small window. «No.» His face was inches away from the glass when he saw something move.