Chase Baker and the God Boy: (A Chase Baker Thriller Series Book No. 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

where you’re going. Everything
has been arranged, or will be arranged. Do we have an understanding?”
    “You knew I would agree to the job.
Once you mentioned Elizabeth. You never even asked about my fee.”
    “Your fee is of no concern. It will
be paid if you succeed and, by all means, the down payment is all yours no
matter what.”
    “What if I don’t succeed?”
    “But you will. Soon you will find
Elizabeth.”
    “But this isn’t really about her is
it? It’s about the six-armed boy.”
    “It is about the boy. You see, Mr.
Baker, locate Elizabeth Flynn, and she will lead you directly to Rajesh. Now do
you understand my logic?”
    “I do. And conversely, if I find
the boy first, it’s possible he might lead me to Elizabeth.”
    “Perhaps that is equally true. But
in all likelihood, Elizabeth will be out in the open, working on uncovering the
mine, while the boy will be hidden away in a chamber or a cell, separated from
all who seek a glance at him and, shall we call it, his condition.”
    “One more thing, Doc. Who the hell
took Elizabeth and Rajesh in the first place?”
    He shakes his head and gestures
with hands as if to say, not now . “That will all be explained to you. Suffice
to say…a man of extreme evil.”
    The devil…he’s talking about the
fucking devil.
    I see the doctor out, lock the door
behind me. Reaching inside my T-shirt, I pull out the leather strap wrapped
around my neck and twirl the small bronze key it supports in my hand, the tiny
diamond fragments embedded inside it sparkling even in the dimly lit apartment.
    Slipping the key back inside my
shirt, I then pull out my wallet, open it, slip my fingers into one of the
slots, pull out a photo. Stare at the image. Elizabeth’s face. She’s smiling, a
smile that crinkles her green eyes as her long hair blows in the breeze by the cobbled
riverbank in Paris. I feel my throat tighten, my eyes well up. I knew the moment
I met her in the Ritz Bar that I would marry her someday. But that day never
came because Elizabeth disappeared and … died.
    Or did she?
    Lulu trots out of the bedroom,
stares up at me.
    “What the hell am I doing? I’ve
finally gone and lost my marbles, Lu.”
    “For starters,” the pit bull
says, “you’re talking to a dog.”
    “I’m not really talking to a dog. I’m
only imagining myself talking to a dog.”
    “Okay, whatever. But something’s
got you upset.”
    “You think it’s possible for
somebody to come back from the dead, Lu?”
    “Only in story books, Chase.
Isn’t that one of your many jobs? To write stories? Fantasies? Adventures?”
    “I guess. They seem real when I’m
writing them.”
    “Well, there you go. There’s
nothing wrong with suspending your disbelief now and again, especially when it
comes to someone you miss so much.”
    The dog turns tail, hops up onto
the couch, rests her chin on her front paws, falls to sleep.
    “Have a good nap, Lu. Looks like
I’m not going to get a lot of sleep tonight, so, I think I’ll do the same.”
    Heading into the bedroom, I lie on
my back, close my eyes. Within minutes, I find myself drifting until the
drifting becomes a deep sleep.
    I see fire. I am down in a pit
or a cavern. A portion of the floor flows with a river of lava. It’s so hot I
can hardly catch my breath. Sweat leaks from my pores as if my skin were a
sieve. Then, something begins rising from out of the lava. First, a head. Then,
a set of arms, and another, and another. Soon the entire body has risen out of
the hot flow and hovers above as though levitating.
    It’s the God Boy.
    He locks eyes with me as I step
towards him, only to feel myself sinking into the lava. But then, I’m not really
sinking so much as melting into it. The pain is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
    The God Boy reaches out with all
six hands.
    “Touch me,” he says, in his soft
voice, “and you shall be healed.”
    I wake up in a pool of sweat.
    It’s