Castroville: Countdown to Armageddon: Book 7 Read Online Free PDF

neither the training nor the time to look into such deaths.
         Now, though, San Antonio was becoming normalized once again. Chief Mike Martinez succeeded in finding a couple of retired homicide detectives and lured them back to work. The SAPD now officially had a two man homicide division. They were still way overworked, but they tried to do what they could.
         Eventually the bodies Robbie hid would be found. Probably by a hunter looking for rabbits or squirrels.
        He may or may not take the time to flag down a passing patrol car.
         But odds were he wouldn’t. These days, there was a great sense of “mind your own business” among the city’s few survivors. And there were very few cops. No phones to contact them. It might be hours or even a couple of days before a cruiser happened down the street on the other side of the woods where the bodies lay.
         It was more likely the cops would find the bodies themselves, driving down the road in a few days after the bodies started to rot. The officers were required now to drive with their windows down except in the worst of weather to make it easier to hear citizens flagging them down. The stench of decaying flesh would be enough to grab their attention as they drove by.
         Once the bodies were discovered, homicide would be notified over the police radio and they’d come to the scene.
         They’d find the drag marks and follow them back to the couple’s house, but Robbie wouldn’t be there. By that time Robbie would have removed enough food and bottled water to last him for several months. If he lived that long.
         They’d find one of the murder weapons, the two by four. But not even a latent print expert could lift prints off a heavily weathered piece of wood. And the two cops that made up the new homicide division were far from fingerprint experts.
         The other murder weapon, the Bowie knife, was in a sheathe on Robbie’s belt.
         They wouldn’t have murder weapons, prints, video evidence or eye witnesses. With no one living on the property where the murders took place, they’d never tie it to Robbie.
         And even if they could, so what? They were looking for him anyway. Were probably going to kill him on sight. That’s what they did to someone who tried to kill one of their own. Especially a rogue cop who’d had the audacity to tarnish the image they’d been working so desperately to maintain.
         As he made trip after trip from the zoo to the house on the nights following the murders, Robbie wondered whether this was all worth it.
         Whether having Hannah as his very own would have been all he imagined it would be.
         Yes, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. And there seemed no limit to the number of ways he’d enjoy her body and put her sexual talents to the test.
         But Robbie had always grown weary of the women he’d had in the past.
         The sex had been great in the beginning. His appetite had always been insatiable in the first weeks and months. But it had always waned when the sex became routine, then hum drum.
         Maybe the same would have been true with his Hannah. Maybe after some months the proverbial honeymoon would be over. Maybe after that they’d just have sex occasionally, like most married couples.
         Maybe Robbie would be stuck, two years from now, with a beautiful but very distant wife, who accepted his advances whenever he demanded it, but who otherwise ignored him.
         And despite the fun being gone from the relationship, he’d still be stuck with the job of helping raise her little brats. Still have to provide for them. Still have to protect them from others, like Robbie, who might covet Hannah. And who might want her for their very own.
         Maybe it was a vicious cycle, and Robbie was merely the latest bit player. The latest victor in a child’s game of King of the Mountain. The guy who was