| Author: | JOHN AUBREY ANDERSON | ISBN: | 9780996352567 |
| Publisher: | CAT LAKE PRESS | Publication: | May 3, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | JOHN AUBREY ANDERSON |
| ISBN: | 9780996352567 |
| Publisher: | CAT LAKE PRESS |
| Publication: | May 3, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
AND IF I DIE, Book Three of The Black or White Chronicles
Clear Creek County… northwest of Pilot Hill, Texas… 1968.
He stood in a thick stand of blackjack oaks, motionless and unnoticed, peering through the trees, camouflaged by their shade… waiting.
He’d watched the house before, almost a year earlier. It was set back from the seldom-used gravel road… isolated. The woman was in the backyard – one hand propped on her hip, the other holding a garden hose – filling a small plastic wading pool. She was in her early thirties, casually dressed in flip-flops, cut-offs, and a sleeveless denim shirt, and every man who had ever seen her would testify that she was attractive. To him, she was no more than a barrier. He continued to wait.
The pool was almost full when a three-year-old version of the woman – plus oversize sunglasses and a ponytail – flipflopped through the back door of the house carrying an armload of pool toys.
The woman finished with the water hose and pulled it out of the way while the little girl placed her toys, one at a time, in the water. The child was stepping over the side of the pool and the woman was settling into a nearby lounge chair when the phone in the kitchen rang.
The woman jumped out of her chair, yelling something at the child. The watcher’s eyes tracked her as she jogged toward the house. When the screen door banged shut, he drew in a deep breath of anticipation and let it out in a long sigh.
The barrier was down.
AND IF I DIE, Book Three of The Black or White Chronicles
Clear Creek County… northwest of Pilot Hill, Texas… 1968.
He stood in a thick stand of blackjack oaks, motionless and unnoticed, peering through the trees, camouflaged by their shade… waiting.
He’d watched the house before, almost a year earlier. It was set back from the seldom-used gravel road… isolated. The woman was in the backyard – one hand propped on her hip, the other holding a garden hose – filling a small plastic wading pool. She was in her early thirties, casually dressed in flip-flops, cut-offs, and a sleeveless denim shirt, and every man who had ever seen her would testify that she was attractive. To him, she was no more than a barrier. He continued to wait.
The pool was almost full when a three-year-old version of the woman – plus oversize sunglasses and a ponytail – flipflopped through the back door of the house carrying an armload of pool toys.
The woman finished with the water hose and pulled it out of the way while the little girl placed her toys, one at a time, in the water. The child was stepping over the side of the pool and the woman was settling into a nearby lounge chair when the phone in the kitchen rang.
The woman jumped out of her chair, yelling something at the child. The watcher’s eyes tracked her as she jogged toward the house. When the screen door banged shut, he drew in a deep breath of anticipation and let it out in a long sigh.
The barrier was down.
