Читать книгу Desperado Lawman - Harper Allen - Страница 10

When the night-light in his room suddenly went off, Joey Begand knew the killer had done something to the electricity.

He sat up fast in the dark. Swinging his sneaker-clad feet out from the covers, he reached for the duffel bag he’d stashed under the bed the day he’d been brought here, just as if he had been waiting for this moment all along. He had been. He’d even tried to warn the agents guarding him that calling this place a safe house was stupid since it was an apartment, not a house, and hiding here wasn’t going to keep him safe at all.

But that was the trouble with being nine years old. Grown-ups thought you didn’t know a thing.

He was going to have to get out of here. Then he was going to have to find the one person in the world he figured could protect him.

She’d snuck onto a top-secret government base and watched an alien autopsy. She’d tracked Bigfoot and even taken a picture of him—kind of a blurry one, but that was because if she’d gotten any closer Bigfoot would have smelled her scent and torn her apart. She’d hunted down a whole colony of vampires living in the mountains just north of Albuquerque, and if it hadn’t been for the crucifix she always wore around her neck she never would have been heard of again.

Tess Smith, star reporter for the National Eye-Opener, wasn’t like most other grown-ups, Joey told himself shakily. Tess Smith believed in monsters. She went up against them every day—went up against them and whipped their ugly monster butts.

Keeping a little kid safe from the monster who was trying to kill him would be a piece of cake for Tess Smith, nine-year-old federal witness Joey Begand thought desperately as he heard the muffled thud of the first body falling somewhere in the darkened safe house….