An Evil Mind--A Suspense Novel Read Online Free PDF

he was dealing with decent, caring people, and lull his vigilance.
    “Right.” Edgar snapped his seat belt into place. “Where are you going?”
    “Richardson.”
    “You live in Richardson?”
    “Yeah. Do you live in Rockwall?”
    “No. A buddy of mine lives there.”
    “Where do you live?”
    “Waco. Have you ever been there?”
    “Yes, a couple of times.”
    “Did you like it there?”
    “It’s a nice place.”
    Edgar nodded. “Do you smoke?”
    “No.”
    “I saw fishing rods on the roof. Did you go fishing today?”
    “Yeah. We went to Lake Tawakoni.”
    “Cool. Did you catch anything?”
    “Yes, we did. But we released all the fish we caught.”
    When they got back to Carrollton, they would have to wipe off everything Edgar had touched in the Explorer to erase his fingerprints, and then vacuum the car and clean the front passenger seat with a lint roller to remove all the hairs that might have fallen from Edgar’s head.
    Jeff pulled a flannel rag and a bottle of chloroform from his pocket.
    “Do you like fishing?” Sam asked.
    “Yes, I do,” Edgar said.
    Jeff opened the bottle and soaked the rag with chloroform.
    “Want to hear a—”
    Before Edgar could finish, Jeff clapped the rag over his face. His screams muffled by Jeff’s hand, Edgar struggled for a few seconds and then passed out. Jeff dropped the rag on the floor and took two ampoules of chlorpromazine and a syringe with a needle on it out of the bag. Chlorpromazine, also known as Thorazine, was a powerful sedative, which was widely used in mental hospitals to subdue out-of-control patients. Jeff drew the drug from both ampoules into the syringe, then pulled up Edgar’s left sleeve and injected the tranquilizer into his arm. They needed to sedate Edgar because chloroform wore off within just a few minutes after the person stopped inhaling the fumes, and Jeff didn’t want to spend the entire trip giving chloroform to Edgar. The dose Edgar received was going to put him into a stupor for at least an hour.
    “Get his phone,” Sam said.
    Jeff extracted the cellphone from Edgar’s jeans pocket, removed its battery, and put it in the duffel bag.
     
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    Sam tapped the brakes, turned off the worn blacktop onto a dirt road, and then pressed the gas pedal. They were headed for the secluded spot about a mile south of Kitsee Inlet of Lake Tawakoni they had found three weeks ago. It was located in a wooded area and was a good place to bury a body. There were two shovels in the trunk of the Explorer, which they’d taken with them specifically to dig graves.
    The road was rough and bumpy and was only wide enough for one car. Sam felt as though he were on one of those coin-operated mechanical horses.
    “Let’s do it here.” Sam pulled off the road onto the grass, stopped the car, and switched off the headlights. To Edgar, he said, “Hey, buddy. Are you okay?” He poked the man in the chest.
    His eyes half-closed, Edgar turned his face to Sam and grunted quietly.
    “Give him another dose, just in case,” Sam said to Jeff.
    He looked at the road to make sure there was enough room for another vehicle to pass, pulled the key from the ignition, and got out of the car. The air was filled with the smell of earth and leaves. It was silent except for the whisper of a breeze blowing through the trees. Sam stood for a moment, peering into the moonlit woods, then went around to the back of the SUV, opened the liftgate, and took out the shovels. When he reached the front passenger door, Jeff was putting the syringe back in the bag. Sam leaned the shovels against the fender and opened the door.
    “Are you done?” he asked.
    “Yeah.” Jeff climbed out of the Explorer.
    “How much did you give him?”
    “A hundred milligrams.”
    Away from the light pollution of the city, the stars were amazingly bright and sharp. Staring at the sky, Sam wished he lived on a ranch in the country.
    Someday I will, he thought.
    Jeff reached into the bag and produced two