Chapter seventy-one

It was a real challenge to avoid the bodies sprawled all over the place.  Abbey gingerly stepped over Gordon, Robert and Bartholomew, all who were softly snoring on the floor.  They checked out of their hotel to stay with Liam’s micro army at the house.  The three men had all graciously given Abbey the bed in what was at one time Sloan’s childhood bedroom.  It was too bad Abbey couldn’t sleep.  There was too much on her mind.  Between her imprisoned husband and her unborn child her mind couldn’t rest.

Abbey shuffled down the steps.  In the dark she could make out the figures of Liam’s men sleeping in chairs, on the couches and all over the floor.  One even made his bed on the coffee table.  Abbey turned as she noticed the kitchen light on.

Liam sat at the kitchen table still dressed in his black ensemble.  He carefully studied a metal box sitting on the table before him, taking sips from a bottle of whiskey as he did so.  He smiled at Abbey as she sat at the table beside him.

“Abbey, it’s two in the morning.  Are you alright, lass?” Liam asked.  “Can I get you some crackers or ginger ale?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Abbey answered.  She pointed at the box.  “What is that?”

Liam grinned proudly.  “The last of its kind.  There are none left like it.”  He gently picked the box up and rolled it over, his index finger pointing at the etching on the surface.  Abbey squinted, just barely able to make out the immature scrawl of her husband’s signature.

“It’s a bomb,” Abbey whispered in alarm.

“An unarmed bomb, yes.  Of Sloan’s design.  He had a horrible habit of signing them.  It’s what implicated him in a lot of his bombings.  It seemed to be the only shrapnel they could ever find, the plate with his name on it.  See this.”  Liam slid the cover off.  “It has three stages.  The first two are violent chemical reactions.  The third compartment is where we pack explosives.”

“Do you get it out and look at it often?” Abbey asked, just a bit disturbed.

“No.  We are using it tomorrow night.  We got word they are transporting Sloan to a maximum security prison.  We are attacking the convoy transporting him.  And we are using this.”  Liam lifted the metal box in his hand.

Abbey’s heart beat hard in terror and anticipation.  She didn’t want to know just how Liam planned to use the bomb to free Sloan.  Now she was certain she wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.


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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