The Cathari Treasure (Cameron Kincaid) Read Online Free PDF

man behind the counter and then pulled Cameron toward Nicole and the
door.
    “Are you sure we can’t help
you?” asked the skinny man as they walked to the door.
    “No, thank you,” said
Marie.  Quietly to Cameron Marie said, “We must go quickly.”
    Cameron did not know why Marie
had become so unsettled.  After what happened at the restaurant he did not
hesitate to follow her lead.  Nicole opened the shop door while Cameron
pulled his keychain from his pocket.
    As Marie stepped in front of
Cameron to exit the shop he turned his head back toward the counter.  The
skinny man in the tie-dyed shirt was speaking into his cell phone, his eyes
pensively set on the three as they made their exit.
    “Quickly,” said Marie, the door
not yet closed behind them.  “We must hurry.  They are on their way.”
    Nicole and Marie climbed into
the Mercedes as Cameron rounded the front.  Two blocks down Cameron saw a
red sedan and a yellow Humvee turning the corner, neither yielded for the stop
sign.
    Cameron jumped into the drivers
seat.
    “We have to hurry,” said Marie.
    “I get that,” said Cameron.
    Cameron started the Mercedes and
rapidly shifted into gear.  The tires squealed as the Mercedes sped from
the curb.
    “How did you know?” asked
Cameron.
    “He smelled like you,” said
Marie.
    “Excuse me,” said Cameron as he
adjusted the mirror, his foot applied firmly to the accelerator.
    “We are vegan,” said
Nicole.  “He was impure.”
    “The smell of sour milk came
into the room before he did,” said Marie.
    Cameron was aware of the
phenomena.  As a soldier he was taught that enemy combatants could easily
be detected by their smell alone.  When deployed he was instructed to
start eating the local diet as many days before the mission as possible. 
There were times his squad knew a mission was coming before the orders came
down simply by what the cook served.
    “You were obviously right,” said
Cameron.
    The Humvee and sedan were close
behind them.  The road was clear of traffic allowing the Mercedes to race
forward.  Unfortunately the other two cars had the same advantage.
    A loud thump came from the back
of the car.
    “Mister Kincaid,” said Nicole.
    “Yeah,” said Cameron.
    “They have guns!”
    “I can see that!  Get down,
get down!”
    Another loud thump came from the
back of the car.
    “Why aren’t the windows
breaking?” asked Marie.  She was on her side looking back at Nicole.
    “They aren’t shooting at the
windows,” said Cameron.  “They’re trying to take the tires out.  We
have to lose them.”
    Cameron hit the brakes, setting
the Mercedes on a skid that swerved the car ninety degrees and onto a side
street.  The Humvee started to stop too late and overran the
intersection.  The red sedan made the corner.
    Marie shifted forward in her
seat.  Through the windshield she could see they were rapidly approaching
a busy intersection.  “Oh my,” said Marie.
    “You better hold on,” said
Cameron.
    “Nicole,” said Marie, “put your
seatbelt on.”
    Cameron broke and swerved
again.  The Mercedes barely missed the front of a black Range Rover. 
The Rover, brakes slammed, began to skid sideways.  Car horns filled the
air.  Cameron accelerated without looking back.  The Rover stopped
traffic at the intersection allowing the red sedan to easily pass. The yellow
Humvee was not far behind.
    Cameron threw his palm onto the
center of the steering wheel to alert drivers to get out of his way.  The
Mercedes accelerated, dodged, and radically wove through traffic to outrun the
two vehicles that effortlessly traveled in their wake.
    “We are only making the way for
them,” said Marie.
    “Would you like to drive?” asked
Cameron.
    Up on the left Cameron saw the
interstate onramp.  He decided that taking the interstate would be their
best chance to lose the red sedan and Humvee.  To throw off his pursuers,
Cameron veered to the right across the lanes from the onramp.