Ancient Enemy (3 page)

CHAPTER FIVE

Stella couldn’t move
or respond; she could only stare at the barrel of Cole’s gun pointed at her face.

Cole backed up a few steps, his boots sinking down into the snow piled up on the side of the road. He looked across the road, but his pistol was still aimed right at Stella.

Stella’s eyes darted to the other robbers who emerged from the trees; they crossed the empty road, they looked like black blurry shapes at first in the snowy mist, but in a moment they crystallized into human beings, criminals with scowls on their faces, metal briefcases and guns clutched in their gloved hands.

Cole looked back at Stella. “Just take it easy. We’re not going to hurt you. We just need a ride.”

Stella nodded, her hands still on the steering wheel, still gripping it without realizing it.

“Slide over,” Cole told her.

Stella pried her hands loose and slid across the bench seat without a word; she slid right up next to David.

Cole looked at Frank. “We need to get this thing back up on the road.” He shoved his gun inside his coat pocket and plopped down in the driver’s seat, he adjusted the seat back quickly. He shifted the Suburban into drive, his foot down on the brake, snow dripping all over the floorboard.

Frank opened the back door and threw one of the metal cases of money inside. He turned to Jose who held the other metal case. “Throw it inside, Jose,” Frank growled at him.

Jose threw the metal case inside, it clunked against the other case.

“Get back there and help them push,” Frank told Jose.

Jose sighed, but he hurried to the back of the truck, joining Trevor and Needles.

Frank waited by the open back door, his hands on the door and the frame of the truck, ready to help push. “We’re ready!” he called out to Cole.

Cole closed the driver’s door and lifted his foot from the brake and pressed gently on the gas pedal.

The tires spun; snow spit out of the back, pelting Trevor, Jose, and Needles as they pushed. They dug their boots into the snow, trying to find a purchase in the snow.

The tires spun and spun as the men strained, grunting and growling, muscles burning. Cole gave it a little more gas. The engine revved, and the tires suddenly grabbed, gained traction, and inched back up onto the road. The three men let go of the Suburban as it climbed back onto the road. They were breathing hard, hands on their hips.

A crashing noise through the trees caught their attention. All three men reached for their guns, ready to aim and fire. All three men stared into the thick woods – but they couldn’t see anything moving among the trees.

“What the hell was that?” Needles asked with true fear in his voice.

The noise was gone now.

“Maybe it was a bear,” Jose said.

“Bears should be hibernating this time of year,” Trevor informed him as he put his gun away.

“Then some deer,” Jose said. “How the fuck do I know?”

Jose and Trevor ran to catch up to the Suburban as it waited on the road, its powerful motor rumbling, exhaust pluming up from the tailpipe, the tail lights bright red dots in the murky day, the increasing clouds making the day even darker and drearier.

Needles stared into the dark woods as fear crept into his body. That wasn’t a deer in the woods, he knew that. It was something bad in there. Something bad coming for all of them.

“Needles!” Frank yelled from the Suburban. “Hurry the fuck up, or I swear to God we’re going to leave you here.”

Needles tore his eyes away from the trees and hurried to the waiting truck.

As Needles got in the backseat of the truck, Frank blocked Jose from getting in the other side. “No room in here,” Frank told him. “Get in the back.”

“Why the hell do I have to get in the back? Tell Needles to – ”

“Just get in the fucking back,” Frank growled at him and stared daggers at him.

“Alright. Fuck, man.”

Cole found the latch for the hatch and pulled on it, and he heard the clunk of a latch in the back opening.

Frank sat down in the backseat and slammed the door shut as Jose hurried to the back of the truck.

As Jose ran to the back of the truck, a moment of panic seized him – he was sure that Cole was going to stomp the gas pedal and take off, leaving him here alone on this desolate road in the middle of a blizzard. But the truck waited. Jose pulled the hatch up and crawled inside, and then he pulled the hatch door closed against the snow and biting wind. It wasn’t exactly warm inside the Suburban, but it was a lot warmer than outside.

Jose tried to get comfortable on top of the piles of tools scattered around the back of the Suburban; there were tarps, shovels, picks and other digging tools. He moved to the back seat and propped his hands and head over the back of the seat in between Trevor and Needles, but he stared at the front of the truck. “What are you?” Jose asked Stella. “A gravedigger?”

Stella glanced back at Jose, and then she turned back around and stared out the windshield. “Something like that,” she muttered.

Cole gave Stella an odd look, but he didn’t say anything.

Trevor looked at Jose who was right beside his face now. “You mind sitting back a little?”

Jose smiled at him, inches away from his face. “Why? Is this bothering you?”

“Your breath is bothering me.”

Cole shifted into drive, and then stomped down on the gas pedal; the truck slid sideways on the road before finally gaining traction.

Jose, not ready for the sudden jolt forward, fell over in the back of the truck and smacked his elbow on a shovel. “What the fuck?” he called out. “You trying to run us off the road again?”

Cole just smiled.

“Shut the fuck up back there,” Frank growled. He glanced back at Jose, but then he watched Needles. Needles stared straight ahead, but it was like he wasn’t seeing anything, like he was lost in some different world. There was something wrong with Needles, Frank was sure of that now. But he couldn’t worry about that at this moment. Right now, they had more pressing issues. Like this woman and this child.

Cole concentrated on the road. He was an expert driver, and he maneuvered the large truck around the bends and curves of the road much faster than Stella would’ve dared. “This storm is getting worse,” Cole said to no one in particular.

The music on the radio was interrupted by the DJ, back with an announcement. “We’ve received some breaking news. Police are on the lookout for five men wanted for a bank robbery earlier today in Cody’s Pass where one man was shot and killed. Police are asking – ”

Cole clicked off the radio.

The truck was silent except for the growling engine, thumping windshield wipers, and howling wind.

Cole looked at Stella as he drove. Stella looked right back at Cole, matching his stare, holding it, showing no fear of him.

David stared out the passenger window, lost in thought, watching the unending trees whip by in a blur. It was like he never even heard the radio broadcast. But he’d heard it, Stella was sure of that.

Frank leaned forward from the backseat and tapped Stella on the shoulder.

Stella jumped from the touch, like a current of electricity had just jolted her. She spun around and stared at Frank.

“What’s your name?” Frank asked, trying what he thought was a reassuring smile – but it wasn’t working.

“Stella.”

“Okay, Stella. Don’t worry about anything. Nothing’s going to happen as long as you stay cool. We just need to get to the state line, find another vehicle. Then you can have your truck back and be on your way.”

Stella nodded. But she didn’t believe a word Frank was saying. She turned back around without a word.

“Aw hell,” Cole said as he glanced down at the instrument panel.

Everyone in back leaned forward. “What is it?” Frank asked.

Cole shook his head in disbelief. “The engine’s overheating.”

CHAPTER SIX

Everyone in the
truck leaned forward – except David, who still seemed to be in his own world.

Frank gripped the back of the driver’s seat as he leaned his head forward. “What the fuck are you talking about, Cole?”

“The engine’s overheating. She must’ve punctured the radiator when she ran this truck off the road.”

“Yeah, to avoid hitting you,” Stella muttered.

Cole ignored Stella’s comment as he glanced down at the temperature gauge; the needle was already climbing into the red. He glanced out the windshield and he could see steam drifting up from under the hood, blending in with the swirling snow. “We need to find somewhere to stop or this motor’s going to seize up.”

Trevor leaned forward even more and pointed at the windshield. “Look. I think I see a mailbox.”

Cole drove on for a few more seconds and he could see a mailbox on the side of the road materializing out of the snowstorm. He eased down on the brake pedal, slowing the large SUV down to make the turn. They turned at the mailbox onto a narrow drive that was cut through the dense trees. The truck bumped along the rutted trail as tree branches scraped along the windows and sides of the truck.

Everyone was tense and quiet as Cole navigated the twists and turns of the driveway that seemed to be going on forever through these trees.

“How long
is
this driveway?” Jose asked from the back.

“If this is even a driveway,” Trevor muttered.

Cole kept glancing down at the temperature gauge; it was in the red now. The steam poured out of the front of the truck like a ghostly mist rushing at the windshield. They weren’t going to make it much farther, Cole thought to himself, but he didn’t want to say the words aloud.

After one more bend in the drive, the trees gave way to a large open field, acres of cleared land in the middle of the never-ending forest. And only a few hundred yards away was a log cabin.

Cole smiled as he drove across the field of snow (which he hoped was still a driveway) to the front of the cabin, he turned the truck so that the headlights shined on the dark cabin thirty yards away, and then he shut the motor off. Everything was quiet now except for the howling wind of the storm. Steam drifted up in a cloud in front of the truck for a few seconds, obscuring their view of the cabin, but then the wind blew the steam away and they could see the cabin in the glow of the headlights.

The cabin was dark, no lights on inside, no smoke drifting up from the chimney. To the right of the cabin was a large, free-standing garage with a pickup truck parked in front of it. The pickup truck sat under a blanket of snow – it looked like the truck hadn’t moved in a while.

“I don’t believe this. It’s fucking freezing out here and the engine’s overheating,” Jose said, and again he poked his head in between Trevor and Needles.

“Ironic, isn’t it?” Trevor smiled at Jose.

“Whatever you say, man,”

Cole stared at the cabin in the glow of the headlights; he watched the curtains in the two windows underneath the roof of the front porch which ran the length of the front of the cabin, there was no movement of the curtains, no one peeking out from the dark rooms of the cabin. His eyes flicked to the door. It remained shut.

“Can this truck be fixed?” Frank asked Cole.

“Maybe. If we’re lucky it’s just a hole in one of the hoses.”

They sat in silence for another moment, all of them staring at the dark cabin.

“Maybe no one’s home,” Trevor finally said.

“Only one way to find out,” Frank said and opened his door into the howling wind. He got out and ran through the snowstorm to the front porch of the cabin. Jose and Trevor didn’t waste any time, they followed Frank out into the storm – Jose had to crawl over the backseat to get out.

David opened the door, ready to get out. Stella touched his arm gently. They locked eyes for a moment, but David turned away and got out of the truck. Stella grabbed her purse, she was about to follow David, but Cole grabbed her arm. She turned and stared at Cole.

“We’re going to knock on the door,” Cole told her. “Don’t try anything stupid. Okay?”

Stella just nodded, and then she ripped her arm out of Cole’s grasp; she got out of the truck and hurried after David.

Cole looked back at Needles who still waited in the backseat, staring at the cabin in horror.

“You coming?” Cole asked Needles.

Even though Needles seemed afraid of this place, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. “This place,” he whispered. “Something’s wrong here. Really, really wrong.”

“Needles!” Cole barked, and Needles finally tore his eyes away from the cabin and looked at him. “Needles, you better get your shit together. You hear me? You’re the reason we’re here in the middle of fucking nowhere instead of at the warehouse splitting the money up.”

“But Cole, you don’t understand – ”

“Just get it together.”

Cole got out of the truck without another word to Needles.

Cole and Needles met up with the others on the front porch. Frank stood in front of the solid wood front door, he had already slipped one of his gloves off, and he pounded on the door with his fist.

They waited. No answer at the door.

Trevor watched the window to the left of the door – no movement of the curtains inside, no lights turning on inside.

Frank pounded on the door again.

Trevor walked to the window and cupped his hands beside his face and peered in through the glass.

“See anything?” Cole asked.

“Naw,” Trevor answered. “Too dark.” Trevor tried to open the window, he lifted up, but it wouldn’t budge.

Frank tried the door handle. He jiggled it, but it was locked. He looked at Trevor. “Go around back and check it out.”

Trevor hurried across the front porch and hopped the railing with one quick movement; he landed down in the snow, turned the corner and disappeared around the side of the house.

*

Trevor hurried down the side of the house, his boots sinking into the snow that reached up to his knees in some places. He reached the corner of the cabin and peeked around to the back of the cabin. Nothing much back here: a small stack of firewood against the back wall of the cabin; a wheelbarrow overturned and buried under snow; a small wood building that looked like it housed a water pump or well. Trevor shielded his eyes as best he could from the stinging snow and walked towards the back door of the cabin set in the wall of logs.

He climbed the steps up to the door and tried the door handle. Locked.

He turned and looked out at the field that stretched out from the back of the cabin. The field in the back of the cabin was at least three times the size of the field in the front. He was about to head back to the front of the cabin when he thought he caught some kind of movement out of the corner of his eye in the field. He looked back out at the field, at the line of trees just barely visible in the distance through the snowstorm.

Nothing there. No one moving. No animal moving.

Again, he was about to go back to the front of the cabin, but then he heard a clicking noise from the back door; the noise was audible even over the howling wind. He looked at the back door as it slowly creaked open.

“What the fuck?” Trevor whispered. He pulled out his Glock nine millimeter from the waistband of his pants and crept towards the back door. He walked up the steps and stood in the doorway and stared at the darkness inside the cabin. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but then he could see a hallway that led away from the doorway he stood in. He could make out closed doors along the hall, two on one side, and one on the other. The hallway at the other end opened up to what seemed like a living room, but the living room was too dark to make out much detail.

Trevor hesitated for another moment in the doorway, his gun gripped in one gloved hand. The wind of the storm howled behind him, some of the snow even drifted inside the doorway onto the wood-planked hallway floor.

“Hello?” Trevor called out.

No answer.

“Is someone here?” Trevor waited for another few seconds. No answer. No sounds of any kind coming from inside the cabin. “Our car is overheating. We need to use a phone.” Trevor took a step forward; the floorboards creaked under his weight. His eyes were beginning to adjust even more to the darkness now.

“Hello?” Trevor called out again as he took another few steps. He didn’t like this – something felt strange here, wrong. He was afraid some old man would be waiting in the darkness with a shotgun, praying for the day some punk would try and break into his cabin. But there was something else he was afraid of, something much worse, a deeper fear, like a fear from a long time ago when he was a child – the fear of a monster in the closet, a monster in the darkness, something unimaginable waiting for him.

Trevor took one more step forward and that’s when the back door slammed shut.