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Chapter sixty-seven

The sounds of his boot steps on the cement were almost comforting.  Sloan shoved his hand in the pockets of his wool trench coat as he walked up the drive, glancing briefly at the sign as he passed.  Hydebank Wood Prison.

Sloan had little difficulty sneaking out of the house.  Between his mother’s death and the ruckus caused by Abbey’s capture everyone took their eyes off him long enough for him to grab his coat and slip out the back door.  No one knew that back yard and the neighborhood alleys like he did.

Sloan laughed at the spooked faces of the guards, none of them pulling their weapons on him.  Several even turned pale.  After eighteen years they still feared what he was.

Sloan stopped at the prison gate.  He turned to the guard on duty.

“Get Brown.  Now,” Sloan ordered.

The prison guard froze in fear.  Sloan shook his head amused.  “I’m not a suicide bomber, you fool.  I have too much to live for.  Like eradicating your kind.”

The guard snorted, disgusted.  He spun on his toe and disappeared into the guard shack.  Minutes later Commander Brown arrived at the gate.

“O’Riley,” Commander Brown hissed.

“Brown,” Sloan returned curtly.  “Where’s Abigail?”

“In jail.  For littering.”

“That’s shit.  Let her go.”

“I don’t think so.”

“If you don’t you’ll be dealing with the U.S. Embassy.  I don’t think they’ll appreciate you holding one of their citizens on a trumped up charge.”

“I have no incentive…”

“You have me.”

Brown smirked at him.  Sloan continued.  “Let my wife go.  Send her back to the U.S.  I surrender.  Let me take her place.”

“I’m not negotiating with a terrorist,” Brown sneered.

“Then you can negotiate with the United States.  Give me your word you’ll send her home.”

Brown flicked his wrist.  The guns that let Sloan pass quietly though suddenly came to life, barrels cocked and pointed to his head.  Sloan held out his hands obediently, staring evenly into the eyes of the commander as one of his soldiers restrained his wrists in shackles.  Commander Brown smiled satisfied as Sloan was led away.

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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