Mississippi DEAD by Shawn Weaver Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Shawn Weaver
inside his coffin, William heard the splash of Deborah’s body as it fell into the sea. He smiled inwardly knowing Jenny was firmly in his grasp and he could count on her to cover for him with a determined ferocity.
* * *
Unknown to William or Jenny, Captain Jacobson also heard the splash. With over twenty-five years at the helm of the New Moon, he knew every creak and groan his ship made. He heard the unique screech of the aft window hinge from the room across the hall, followed by a large splash.
Something strange is going on in that room, the captain thought, and I’ll bloody hell find out what it is.
The captain, hunkered over a bottle of rum, heard the sound of the window being closed and latched. He took another sip and hatched a plan for keeping an eye on those women, locked in their room with the body of their dead uncle.
* * *
Agnes quietly sobbed as she leaned helplessly against the wall.
Jenny pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her. “What’s done is done,” she said, placing a hand on Agnes’s shoulder and guiding her to a chair.
“What have we done?” Agnes asked, her voice lifting an octave higher than normal.
“Shhh,” Jenny said, calming her friend. “We did what we had to do. Master William needed her, and our lives are forfeit to his needs.”
Agnes looked up at Jenny. Her tear-streaked face showed grief and terror. Suddenly, she shot out of the chair, arms held tight to her sides, hands held tightly closed. “I…I cannot…,” she stammered. Agnes’s wide eyes went blank as her voice trailed off. Wavering a moment, she sat quietly back down. Trails of tears streaked her face and her fighting spirit surrendered to the influence of her new master.
“Rest,” Jenny said, moving to William’s coffin. She placed a hand on the smooth polished lid and spread her fingers out as if she felt William below the surface. “It won’t be long my dear,” she said to both William and Agnes. “It won’t be long until our new lives begin.
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Ripper’s Wrath
Chapter One
Hot steam radiated from the train’s undercarriage as Samantha stepped from the passenger car to the concourse. She looked around to gain her bearings. Immediately, sweat appeared on her brow and the back of her neck. Overdressed in her floor-length skirt with long-sleeved blouse, the warmth of her garments stifled her.
She watched the people around her bustle about the train cars as passengers came and went. Somewhere off to her left, the sounds of a brass band floated on the air, mingling with the aroma of something delicious. Samantha had no idea where the aroma came from, but her growling stomach urged her to find the source then sample the local dishes. She had heard of the wonders of Cajun food and the smells enticed her.
A young boy approached her through the throng of people. Dark red suspenders held up his knee-high britches and a beret sat tilted on his head. A dingy, gray shirt along with a dirty face showed that the boy had not washed in days, perhaps weeks. The boy snatched the beret from his head, twisting it with nervousness and forcing a smile.
“My name is Cap,” the boy said. “May I help you with your bags?”
Samantha returned a polite smile as she noticed the porter stepping off the train with her bags. The heavy-set man waddled off the iron steps, placing her luggage on the boardwalk. He tipped his hat toward Samantha before climbing back aboard to attend to other passengers.
“I have a wagon close by,” Cap said, struggling to maintain the false smile. “I can take you to the Hotel Rue Antoine. It’s the best hotel in town, fitting for such a
* * *
Unknown to William or Jenny, Captain Jacobson also heard the splash. With over twenty-five years at the helm of the New Moon, he knew every creak and groan his ship made. He heard the unique screech of the aft window hinge from the room across the hall, followed by a large splash.
Something strange is going on in that room, the captain thought, and I’ll bloody hell find out what it is.
The captain, hunkered over a bottle of rum, heard the sound of the window being closed and latched. He took another sip and hatched a plan for keeping an eye on those women, locked in their room with the body of their dead uncle.
* * *
Agnes quietly sobbed as she leaned helplessly against the wall.
Jenny pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her. “What’s done is done,” she said, placing a hand on Agnes’s shoulder and guiding her to a chair.
“What have we done?” Agnes asked, her voice lifting an octave higher than normal.
“Shhh,” Jenny said, calming her friend. “We did what we had to do. Master William needed her, and our lives are forfeit to his needs.”
Agnes looked up at Jenny. Her tear-streaked face showed grief and terror. Suddenly, she shot out of the chair, arms held tight to her sides, hands held tightly closed. “I…I cannot…,” she stammered. Agnes’s wide eyes went blank as her voice trailed off. Wavering a moment, she sat quietly back down. Trails of tears streaked her face and her fighting spirit surrendered to the influence of her new master.
“Rest,” Jenny said, moving to William’s coffin. She placed a hand on the smooth polished lid and spread her fingers out as if she felt William below the surface. “It won’t be long my dear,” she said to both William and Agnes. “It won’t be long until our new lives begin.
Available US:
http://www.amazon.com/Rippers-Revenge-ebook/dp/B0061CQQDG/ref=la_B0039B3OW8_1_2_title_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1355512064&sr=1-2
Available UK:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Rippers-Revenge-ebook/dp/B0061CQQDG/ref=la_B0039B3OW8_1_5_title_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1355512599&sr=1-5
Ripper’s Wrath
Chapter One
Hot steam radiated from the train’s undercarriage as Samantha stepped from the passenger car to the concourse. She looked around to gain her bearings. Immediately, sweat appeared on her brow and the back of her neck. Overdressed in her floor-length skirt with long-sleeved blouse, the warmth of her garments stifled her.
She watched the people around her bustle about the train cars as passengers came and went. Somewhere off to her left, the sounds of a brass band floated on the air, mingling with the aroma of something delicious. Samantha had no idea where the aroma came from, but her growling stomach urged her to find the source then sample the local dishes. She had heard of the wonders of Cajun food and the smells enticed her.
A young boy approached her through the throng of people. Dark red suspenders held up his knee-high britches and a beret sat tilted on his head. A dingy, gray shirt along with a dirty face showed that the boy had not washed in days, perhaps weeks. The boy snatched the beret from his head, twisting it with nervousness and forcing a smile.
“My name is Cap,” the boy said. “May I help you with your bags?”
Samantha returned a polite smile as she noticed the porter stepping off the train with her bags. The heavy-set man waddled off the iron steps, placing her luggage on the boardwalk. He tipped his hat toward Samantha before climbing back aboard to attend to other passengers.
“I have a wagon close by,” Cap said, struggling to maintain the false smile. “I can take you to the Hotel Rue Antoine. It’s the best hotel in town, fitting for such a
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