“Col?”
“Yeah,” O’Donnell said, and sidled past Ava. He was holding three large rocks.
Shit, Harlan thought. If they were going to kill him – and of course they were – he’d prefer to be shot.
But O’Donnell didn’t pummel him with them. Instead, he stepped over to the edge of the dock, cocked his arm back, and hurled the first rock into the water. Harlan heard its deep plop as it hit the surface.
O’Donnell drew a deep breath and bellowed, “Big Son!” He chucked the next rock. Plop. “Big Son! Come and get it, you big son of a bitch!”
The third rock. Plop.
Silence.
O’Donnell propped his hands on his hips, and looked up over Harlan to meet Mercy’s gaze. “It’s been a long time, Merc. He might not come.”
“He’ll come,” Mercy said, sounding sure.
Who? Harlan wondered. Who’ll come? Dread welled up in his stomach, as powerful as the pain, because, really, he knew. Not the specifics, not who, or what, or how, but he wished, suddenly, that O’Donnell had bashed him in the face with a rock.
In case you missed it last week, Dartmoor Book Ten is now fully complete and all four parts are available! In the next few days, I plan to see about compiling all four volumes into one monster of a doorstop, but it is, officially, finished.
Be on the lookout for my debriefing remarks over the next couple of weeks, but until then, you can grab a copy of Big Son here:
I couldn’t put it down. When Remy said “Mama!”, I had tears in my eyes like the whole time you want that and when he finally knows he is safe wow..Such a build up.. such a good book
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