Next week Rescue for Hire #6 - Gabriel's Pretty will be out for pre-sale.
Here's a small snippet.
In disgust Peter Sabastian Kenyon threw the blue
striped tie into the corner of the brightly sun-lit, sparkling clean kitchen.
It was finished. His last responsibility from his old life was to bury his
son-of-a –bitch of a father, and it was done. He was free, almost.
He had been reminded of that fact as he was leaving
the cemetery after he had dutifully shaken the hands of the few people that had
shown up to pay their respects.
“Hey boy.”
Pete turned to see his dad’s brother standing there, his ever present spit
covered, sour smelling cigar, hanging from his mouth. Behind his uncle stood
his cousin, Howard, who’s receding hairline and advancing beer-belly, made him resemble
Pete’s uncle more and more every day.
Keeping his face emotionless, Pete fully faced the
man he hated most, right behind dear-old-dad. “Uncle Marvin,” he said.
“Don’t get any ideas about the house or land, boy,” Marvin
said. “I’m not leaving, and there’s no way I’m letting you take over. Your name
may be on the deed, but that only means you’re paying the taxes.”
His uncle took a quick step towards Pete and jerked his
fisted hand up to his waist. Like the coward he was, Pete swiftly stepped back.
Turning, Pete left his uncle at his father’s burial site before anything could
happen. Pete knew from experience that there had been a fifty-fifty chance that
his uncle’s fist would have connected with some part of Pete’s body had he
stayed.
Pete had learned early in life that he could never
win against his uncle or his father. Neither had ever hesitated to use every
nasty, evil trick in the book to hurt him. Between the two elders, that had
been an almost daily occurrence since the day his mother had left when Pete was
only eight years old. He escaped most their wrath when he moved to the small
apartment above Damian’s airplane hangar. Behind him his uncle’s laughter
followed him all the way to his rusty old Chevy truck.
Now there were some decisions to make. Should he
stay in the area or should he make a total break from it? Right now he had a
good job working for Damian White, maintaining his planes and helicopter. He
also flew big-wig business men around, usually to their corporate offices in different
states. He’d hang around and explore the sights of the city, and when they were
ready, he would fly them home again.
For the last year he had also been helping Damian
fly the guys from the Rescue for Hire Company out to rescues. Unfortunately a
little over six months ago there was an accident, and the owner and the field
medic of the company were hurt. Now the company was going through some changes
and so was Pete.
His ringing cellphone sitting on the kitchen counter
grabbed Pete’s attention. Picking it up, the Rescue for Hire Company’s number
blinked on the screen. That was odd because the team had been out on a rescue
mission in Minnesota since Monday, helping victims caught in terrible flooding
conditions from weeks of crazy rain storms.
From the short, very intense phone calls he had
received from Damian, things were pretty fucked up over there. Hell, Pete
hadn’t even had a chance to tell Damian that his dad had died and now it was
already Saturday.
“Hello,” Pete said.
“Pete, this is Cade Miller, from Rescue for Hire. I
was wondering if you would consider taking the helicopter up for a rescue over
in the Nicolet National Forest?”
Pete hesitated for a moment. “I thought the team was
in Minnesota?”
“They are. The daughter of an old friend of my aunts
called me. She and her husband are worried about their son who had the bright
idea of hiking into the forest and staying there for the weekend. He was going
to try and live off the land, just like on his favorite reality shows,” Cade
explained. “Apparently he had agreed to take a friend along. But his parents
just learned that he went alone. He didn’t text last night like they had agreed
on and now she thinks something might have happened to him.
“There’s a lot of dead space up there. Are you sure
that he just didn’t have any cell service?” Pete asked.
“Even in dead space, texts usually come through,”
Cade answered. “I thought we could go up and look around. Maybe by then Eric
will have contacted his mother and there’s nothing to worry about. But if
something has happened, hopefully we can get him out of there.”
“We, sir?” Pete asked.
“Yes, we. It will be you, me and a man by the name
of Gabriel Simmons. I just hired him to train with Jack as the new field
medic.”
Pete took that statement in. So, the restructuring
of Rescue for Hire was officially starting. He thought it would be interesting
to see how the dynamics of it all worked out. But now he had a more pressing
problem.
Biting down on his lower lip, he took a second to
figure out the best way to say what he needed to say. “Well, um, it could be
done, but Damian owns the helicopter and I work for him. I would have to talk
to him about it first.” Pete had a deep respect for Cade Miller and not being
able to just agree to his plan made him very uncomfortable.
“I called Damian already, and he said he would be
contacting you,” Cade said. “So, I’ll see you as soon as you can get here.”
Pete looked at his phone and saw that Cade had ended
the call. Shaking his head he was sure glad that he was on the man’s good side.
Cade Miller was one hell of a force to be reckoned with.
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