The Dummy Line by Bobby Cole Read Free Book Online

leaving the camper, he noticed a hunting magazine lying on the couch. He picked it up and looked at the small white mailing label in the corner. “Bingo!” he said out loud, a demonic grin forming as he meandered back to the truck. He cranked it up and raced the engine while he thought. The loud dual exhausts gave him energy. He was going to kill the man, just like Johnny Lee wanted…and more.
    “I’ll get him, Johnny Lee…I swear I will,” he pledged aloud.
    He picked up Johnny Lee’s cell phone and flipped it open. It was a Southern Link radiophone. He switched it to radio, scrolled through the names until he found the one he wanted, and pressed Send. Beep-beep .
    Twenty seconds later Reese heard beep-beep , and someone responded.
    “Yo, Johnny Lee, what’s up?” Music was in the background.
    Beep-beep . “Moon Pie, this is Reese. I need a favor.”
    Beep-beep . “Yo, dog, you got it.”
    Beep-beep . “How quick can you be in West Point?” Reese got out of the truck to pace.
    Beep-beep . “Twenty, twenty-five minutes.”
    Beep-beep . “OK. Listen. This piece of shit dude just shot and killed Johnny Lee.”
    Beep-beep . “Son of a…are you serious…shit…man, are you OK? Why? What the hell’s goin’ on?”
    Beep-beep . “We were gonna rob him and he freaked out…it’s a long story. We’re chasin’ him through the woods right now. I want you to go to his house and see if anybody’s there. I want you to grab ‘em. I don’t care how ugly it gets.”
    Beep-beep . “You think he’s got an old lady?”
    Beep-beep . “Yeah, I’m bettin’ he does…and I wanna make him pay.”
    Beep-beep . “Give me the address.”
    Reese read it to him from the magazine.
    Beep-beep . “I’ll call you back…I’m on it, dog.”
    Reese got back into the truck, and with an evil smirk, he slowly, deliberately dropped the gearshift into drive, and started easing down the logging road, stalking Johnny Lee’s killer.

 
    Within thirty minutes from the time the call went dead in Mick’s ear, he was at the camp gate. On the way, Mick tried unsuccessfully to reach Jake on his cell phone. He didn’t want to call Jake’s house at this hour. He wasn’t positive what was going on, and he for sure didn’t want to worry Jake’s wife. He had talked with her once before and was not eager to repeat the experience.
    Mick sat in the truck for a minute, taking everything in. He knew the guys who owned this camp wanted the necessities like satellite TV but not a telephone. Inside, the camp house was dark, but all the floodlights were on. Mick noticed that Jake’s camper had all its lights on and its door was standing wide open.
    Mick slowly got out of his truck and told Beau to stay.
    “Jake?” he yelled.
    “Jake?” he called louder.
    He walked slowly to the camper and yelled out again, “Jake, are you here? Hello…is anyone here?”
    Stepping inside the camper, he saw Jake’s hunting clothes. The two beds looked like they had been slept in. Nothing really looked out of place…other than the door being wide open. He then walked toward the camp house. Beau was whining in the back of the truck, wanting out.
    “Stay!” Mick told him.
    Inside the front screened porch, the main door to the camp house was also wide open. Mick stuck his head inside and began looking around.
    “Hello? Is anyone here?” he yelled as he slowly stepped inside.
    Mick walked past the pool table. Everything looked like he expected it would. Nothing was seriously out of place. Actually, the place was a mess, but since it was a hunting lodge, no one ever cleaned it up. It always looked like this. He went back outside. This is weird, he thought, as he petted Beau’s head.
    After climbing into his truck, he backed up, looking around one more time. Something was gnawing at him, but he couldn’t place it. He said, “Aw, to hell with it. I’m too freakin’ exhausted for this crap.” He headed home to get some sleep.
    When he arrived, his wife