The Killers Amongst Us: Chimera Dawn Chronicles by Declan Conner Page A
Authors: Declan Conner
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who helped Jim move a stag off the road over at Claymore
yesterday. Listen, your dad’s in LA. Go and see Ed Grimes and ask him to meet
me over at the lake with a search party. I’ll have a scout around. I may be
able to pick up Johno’s tracks.”
“What’s Dad doing in LA?”
“Ed will explain.” Frank scribbled in his notebook, and
tearing off the note, he handed it to Amy. “Here, as soon as you get out of the
pass and you can get a signal, phone my missus. Tell her I’ll be late.”
He wound up his window, then drove on down the road.
“What the hell’s all this about the dog?” Louise asked. “I
hope it’s not attacked Johno. Still, I feel better knowing Frank’s going to
look for him. Dad says he’s a legend when it comes to tracking. God, I hope
Johno’s safe.”
Meeting up with Frank had definitely perked her up, when she
started asking questions. Maybe it was to distract her from her troubled mind.
Amy couldn’t be sure.
“Do you think Ted’s on the weird side after last night. I
mean, what do you really know about him? All I know is that he moved here a
year ago, and he loves his practical jokes at everyone’s expense. Oh, and
according to Johno, he’s a wiz with computer software.”
“Well, I know more about him that he knows about me, but
that isn’t much. He’s never asked when my birthday is, and he’s never asked why
Mom’s not with us. It’s not something I’m ready for volunteering the info to
him yet, but I thought he’d have asked.”
“What does he do for a living?”
“Research, is all he says, but he says it’s a secret. Says
his parents fund him. I know he lives in his Grandma’s cabin, but I don’t know
her name. I don’t even know his parents’ names, only that he’s from Beverly
Hills, and his mom and Dad are in the film industry, working abroad. He went to
a private high school. Dad knows the one. It must have cost his parents a
fortune, he says. They must be ticked off he didn’t go on to uni.” Amy sighed “It’s
his key that drives me mad.”
“What key?”
“It’s the key to a locked room at his cabin that he keeps on
a chain around his neck.”
Chapter 12
SHAW cracked open his eyes to the sound of hip-hop
music coming from the speakers of the motel alarm. He couldn’t remember the bed
at the motel having a mosquito net when he fell asleep. But then he couldn’t
remember falling asleep, or setting the alarm, and besides, there wasn’t a net.
It was how his surroundings always looked when he first opened his eyes in the
morning. He fumbled with the knobs on the headboard, turning on the bedside
lamps in error, before managing to locate the one that switched off the alarm.
He dropped his head on the pillow, then turned to look at the nightstand for
his wristwatch. Reaching out, he grabbed his watch, knocking over an empty JD
bottle.
Shaw threw the cover to one side, swung his legs over the
side of the bed, and sat. His tongue tasted crap, and his head throbbed. The
room smelled of damp, but then he thought it was cheap and available, and
besides, he had no one to please. Shaw looked at the hands on his watch. It
could have been eight thirty, or twenty to six. His eyes wouldn’t focus. He
rose to his feet, then walked unsteadily over to the window, and peeked through
the curtains. He decided it was eight thirty, judging by the light, and the
heavy traffic on the highway.
He picked up his toiletries from his night bag, dropped his
boxers, and stepping out of them, he headed for the bathroom. After showering
and shaving, he brushed his teeth. The taste of mint made him want to vomit. He
ducked his head under the tap water and rinsed away the paste.
With a clean change of clothes, he headed outside, dropped
the key off at the reception, and headed for the burger van. He stopped to
unlock the van door. Recalling dropping the body off at the morgue, it seemed
like a distant dream as he climbed into his seat. Shaw had things
yesterday. Listen, your dad’s in LA. Go and see Ed Grimes and ask him to meet
me over at the lake with a search party. I’ll have a scout around. I may be
able to pick up Johno’s tracks.”
“What’s Dad doing in LA?”
“Ed will explain.” Frank scribbled in his notebook, and
tearing off the note, he handed it to Amy. “Here, as soon as you get out of the
pass and you can get a signal, phone my missus. Tell her I’ll be late.”
He wound up his window, then drove on down the road.
“What the hell’s all this about the dog?” Louise asked. “I
hope it’s not attacked Johno. Still, I feel better knowing Frank’s going to
look for him. Dad says he’s a legend when it comes to tracking. God, I hope
Johno’s safe.”
Meeting up with Frank had definitely perked her up, when she
started asking questions. Maybe it was to distract her from her troubled mind.
Amy couldn’t be sure.
“Do you think Ted’s on the weird side after last night. I
mean, what do you really know about him? All I know is that he moved here a
year ago, and he loves his practical jokes at everyone’s expense. Oh, and
according to Johno, he’s a wiz with computer software.”
“Well, I know more about him that he knows about me, but
that isn’t much. He’s never asked when my birthday is, and he’s never asked why
Mom’s not with us. It’s not something I’m ready for volunteering the info to
him yet, but I thought he’d have asked.”
“What does he do for a living?”
“Research, is all he says, but he says it’s a secret. Says
his parents fund him. I know he lives in his Grandma’s cabin, but I don’t know
her name. I don’t even know his parents’ names, only that he’s from Beverly
Hills, and his mom and Dad are in the film industry, working abroad. He went to
a private high school. Dad knows the one. It must have cost his parents a
fortune, he says. They must be ticked off he didn’t go on to uni.” Amy sighed “It’s
his key that drives me mad.”
“What key?”
“It’s the key to a locked room at his cabin that he keeps on
a chain around his neck.”
Chapter 12
SHAW cracked open his eyes to the sound of hip-hop
music coming from the speakers of the motel alarm. He couldn’t remember the bed
at the motel having a mosquito net when he fell asleep. But then he couldn’t
remember falling asleep, or setting the alarm, and besides, there wasn’t a net.
It was how his surroundings always looked when he first opened his eyes in the
morning. He fumbled with the knobs on the headboard, turning on the bedside
lamps in error, before managing to locate the one that switched off the alarm.
He dropped his head on the pillow, then turned to look at the nightstand for
his wristwatch. Reaching out, he grabbed his watch, knocking over an empty JD
bottle.
Shaw threw the cover to one side, swung his legs over the
side of the bed, and sat. His tongue tasted crap, and his head throbbed. The
room smelled of damp, but then he thought it was cheap and available, and
besides, he had no one to please. Shaw looked at the hands on his watch. It
could have been eight thirty, or twenty to six. His eyes wouldn’t focus. He
rose to his feet, then walked unsteadily over to the window, and peeked through
the curtains. He decided it was eight thirty, judging by the light, and the
heavy traffic on the highway.
He picked up his toiletries from his night bag, dropped his
boxers, and stepping out of them, he headed for the bathroom. After showering
and shaving, he brushed his teeth. The taste of mint made him want to vomit. He
ducked his head under the tap water and rinsed away the paste.
With a clean change of clothes, he headed outside, dropped
the key off at the reception, and headed for the burger van. He stopped to
unlock the van door. Recalling dropping the body off at the morgue, it seemed
like a distant dream as he climbed into his seat. Shaw had things
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