Fire And Steel (The Merryweather Chronicles Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

state's central government. "And that includes telling the press what they can and can't report on?" He shook his head. "You're gonna have to teach me how they accomplish that? I could use that trick back in D.C."
          Teague shrugged. "That's not something I know much about. Or approve of." His face and voice went hard. "Chief Wyntrop liaised with the Town Manager and the Council. I'm only acting chief until they get around to replacing me."
          "Who are they going to find that's more qualified than you?" Faux asked in all seriousness.
          "Keeping the town's secrets and not asking questions seem to be the only qualifications that they're interested in, at least in a chief." Teague dropped his cigarette half smoked, crushing it under his boot heel before going on. "I'm not the most popular officer with the council. The only reason I'm acting chief now is because Wyntrop had his favorites with him when he went missing."
          Faux can tell this is a touchy subject for Teague, so he moved on to something else that was nagging at him. "Baker hasn't brought it up yet, but is there a decent motel in town that we can hole up in? If we're going to start at daybreak, I'd rather not have to drive two hours to get back here first."
          "Don't blame you there, at all." Teague said. "I'll point you to a good place. Is the State going to want to foot the bill for an overnight, with it only being a two hour drive?"
          Faux smiled. "We'll let Uncle Sam pay the tab. These guys have been good enough to let me tag along without giving me too hard a time. It's the least I can do. Besides, if I can rack up a few thousand dollars in motel charges, I might actually get my A.D. to return my calls."
          Laughing softly, Teague walked off to talk to his deputies. He talked to all four of them, pairing them off. "Two of you stay here tonight. Keep your eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary, but don't go into the woods. Try not to get out of the car, if you can help it. That's an order." The two men looked suitably impressed by Teague's words, though it could just as easily have been the sight of the taped off vehicles belonging to their missing brothers. They each gave a tight nod before getting into their car.
          Teague waited for Faux and Baker to get into their vehicle before climbing into his car and pulling up alongside them. He leaned out of his open window and waited for theirs to go down before calling out. "Follow me into town and I'll get you and your team settled in at the Hilton."
          As they fell in behind Teague's car, Faux looked over at Baker and said. "The Hilton?"
          Baker just shrugged. "It must be a nice place."
     
          The Hilton was actually a squat L-shaped motel called The Crane, right off of the main highway. It was cheap and clean, the furniture worn but comfortable looking. After getting rooms for himself, Baker, and his team, Faux found himself alone in his room. More tired than the day's activities could account for, Faux took off his coat and tie and kicked off his shoes before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out his cell phone. It took three tries for his call to go through. The cell signal in Matheson was sketchy at best, but after getting up and standing in the open doorway to his room, he finally got through to his office. He checked his messages and gave his location to his Assistant Director's secretary. She seemed cool and distant, though he'd known her for over a year. His orders were still the same. Liaise with the state crime lab and help them in whatever capacity they required.
          Disconnecting, Faux stood in the open doorway and looked out over what he could see of the town. A cold wind lashed his face and he suddenly felt like he was being watched. There was something out there in the shadows of Matheson. Something cold and wild, challenging him to come out and face it, to join it in the