Rise of The Iron Eagle (The Iron Eagle Series Book 1) by Roy A. Teel Jr. Read Free Book Online Page B

done, a total of sixty-three bodies were found and were being processed by the coroner. In Jade’s preliminary report, she stated that it would very likely be impossible to identify most, if not all, of the remains. Jim and Steve had put out an APB for Roskowski; however, even with the tools at their disposal neither the FBI nor the LA County Sheriff had been able to locate him. He had vanished into thin air, or, as Jim told Steve in one of their conversations, “Into the talons of The Iron Eagle.”

Chapter Five
    ‘Steve started laughing. It became
infectious, and the entire room broke
out into laughter. They knew it was
wrong but couldn’t help themselves.’
    S TEWART!” His eyes fluttered open and then closed again. He felt a cold sensation in the vein of his right arm. “STEWART,” the voice called again, only this time he heard it loud and clear, and his eyes shot open. The man standing next to him was dressed in a pair of jeans and a red polo shirt; he was very tall. Stewart didn’t recognize his face. His features were chiseled, strong, very Nordic with piercing blue eyes and blond hair cut in a flat top and shaved on the sides. His arms were huge, and Stewart could see the blood vessels popping out from his biceps and forearms. “I see you’re a body builder, so you know that the body is a temple!” His eyes were open, but he was far from aware of where he was or what was going on. He tried to move, but his arms and legs were too heavy to move. He turned his head and asked, “Who are you?” The Eagle sat down next to him. “Justice.” He just stared into Stewart’s face; his eyes devoid of emotion. “How long have I been out?” “Long enough for me to learn the true depths of your depravity.” Stewart didn’t respond. “Well,” he continued, “we have some work to do.” Stewart was still muddled in his head, “Oh, yes. I need to get to the school and attend to the children. I also need to feed my pets.” He felt a sharp blow on the side of his face. The strike came with such force that it knocked out two of his teeth. “No… Stewart… you are never going back to the school… and you are never going to hurt another child. What you are going to do is tell me the names of the sixty-three children found in your basement and buried in your backyard. You are going to give me every name, gender, and age, and you are going to give them to me in chronological order.”
    Stewart could see a clear tube connecting an IV bag to his arm. He tried to pretend to nod off but felt another cold flush in his veins and was suddenly very alert and eager to talk. “What are you giving me? That stuff is really good!” “It’s a medication to help you remember. Do you remember begging for your life the night I took you from your home?” He was quiet for a moment. “Yes… you’re going to spare my life. Where are the police? I will tell them everything.” The Eagle took a small black microphone and hooked it onto a sheet covering Stewart’s body. Suddenly, Stewart heard the sound of an electric motor, and his head began to rise on the table. As he rose, he could see a camera and lights in front of him. There were several flat screen television monitors in different locations around him. One was right next to the camera, and he could see the full length of his body and the sheet covering him.
    “Think of yourself as a celebrity, Stewart. You’re going to tell the world your story.” “What story?” “The story of the ‘Catacomb Killer.’ That’s what they’re calling you in the media. Your name has been in the headlines of every newspaper and news report since I took you.” “Who is the Catacomb Killer?” “You are, Stewart. Pay attention when I speak to you.” He showed him the front page of the Los Angeles Times. The page had a photograph of Roskowski with the banner headline: ‘Catacomb Killer Sought After Gruesome Discovery in West Covina Neighborhood.’ Stewart stared at the