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    Walker's Revenge
    Walker's Revenge
    Walker's Revenge
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    Walker's Revenge

    By Brad Chambers

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    Dean Walker finds things for people. It doesn't matter what it is he can find it. He doesn't like being hired with a knife to his throat but the money makes it worth while. Not to mention finding out who the beautiful woman holding the knife is. Searching for a necklace from a two year old robbery sounds like a normal job, but when he finds out the necklace was worn by a sixteen year old girl things get complicated.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrad Chambers
    Release dateMar 28, 2011
    ISBN9781458170194
    Walker's Revenge
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    Brad Chambers

    Brad Chambers is a writer of Science Fiction, Mystery, and Romance. He lives in central Illinois with his wife of thirty years and a yellow Lab named Jonah.

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      Walker's Revenge - Brad Chambers

      Walker's Revenge

      Published by Brad Chambers at Smashwords

      Copyright 2011 Brad Chambers

      Edited by Jessica Chambers

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Chapter 1

      Water splashed away from Dean's boots as he walked down the dark alley. He was filled with frustration and didn't care that he was getting his pants wet or that the bottom few inches of his long coat were soaked. All he could think about was Eve and the way she had thrown him out. She had screamed, I never want to see you again! so loudly he was sure the whole building must have heard and he hated that. He was a private person and didn't want the world knowing his problems. He reached the end of the alley and turned up the wet street. Raising his head a little so he could see more than three feet in front of him, he dumped water off his hat and it went down his back. Great that makes me feel better, he thought. All he had done was be an hour late for their date. So what if he had spent the time with a woman. It was business and he had to see her or lose a lot of money. He had found what she was looking for and he needed to collect the money. That was how he made a living. Finding things for people. And she was mad at him for making a living. It wasn't his fault the woman had shown her appreciation with a kiss. He smiled. It had been a good kiss too. If he had just remembered to wipe the lipstick off, he would be on his way out to dinner with Eve now.

      Realizing he had passed his street he turned around and headed back the way he had come. Retracing his steps for half a block, he noticed movement on the other side of the road. Someone had stepped back into the shadows of an entrance. Now what? He grumbled in his head. Turning the corner onto the street he wanted, Dean continued for two blocks before he stopped to tie his boot lace, or at least he pretended to. Just as he looked back down the wet pavement, he saw the form move into the shadows again. This time he got a better look, but still didn't know who it was, just that it was a tall person in dark clothing, with long hair. He didn’t even know if it was male or female.

      Straightening up, he went on his way trying to listen for footsteps, but could hear none. He was in a bad mood and didn't want to deal with this tonight. He continued on past his rundown building and further down the street to a small diner he frequented and stepped out of the rain. Removing his hat and long coat, he hung them on a hook by the door and sat down at the worn counter.

      Evening, Dean, the man behind the counter nodded to him. The short unshaven man was wearing an apron that used to be white and a faded ball cap that said Roy's on it.

      Evening, Roy, Dean returned. Looking over the board behind the counter, he tried to decide what to eat. He didn't need to read the menu; he knew what was on it from eating here several times a week. Staring at the list for a while, he finally said, Number five, Roy. And coffee.

      Roy nodded and went back into the tiny kitchen. Glancing around while he waited, Dean saw a handful of regulars and two people in the end booth he hadn't seen before. That was about normal. Roy served good food at reasonable cost but most people kept it a secret so the place wouldn't get too popular. Roy was fine with that since he made a decent living but didn't have to hire more help or expand. He was happy with things the way they were. As he looked around the small diner, Dean also glanced through the large front window and out into the wet street. Through the drizzle he could just make out the tall form of his follower standing in a doorway across the empty street.

      Hearing a plate settle on the counter he turned to a meal of meatloaf, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans. Roy was pouring him a cup of freshly brewed coffee that smelled delicious. Thanks, he said and started eating. He had taken about three bites when he realized Roy was still there. Glancing up he saw the man had an amused look on his unshaven face.

      What? Dean questioned.

      Not going out with Eve this evening, huh? the man in the apron asked.

      No, Why?

      The only thing that ever puts you in the mood you look to be in is Eve, the cook stated. Did she throw you out?

      Not that it's any of your business, but yes, Dean growled.

      I don't blame her, Roy chuckled as he wiped off the counter with a wet towel.

      What's that supposed to mean?Dean looked up at the man with irritation.

      That lipstick on your face isn't her shade. You should look in a mirror once in a while, the cook told him with a smile.

      Picking up the stainless steel napkin dispenser next to him he looked at his reflection and saw the smear next to his mouth. Wiping it off, he said, Thanks and went back to his meal. Roy walked off to refill a coffee cup for another customer laughing all the way.

      Managing to steal two more glances across the street as he finished his meal, he saw that his tail was still there. Downing his second cup of coffee, he dropped a ten dollar bill on the counter and stood up. See ya, Roy, he called to the cook and headed for the door. Putting his wet hat and coat back on he stepped out into the light rain and headed home. The shadowy figure followed him the three blocks to his building.

      Entering his room, he went to the window and checked outside without turning on a light. His tail was still there standing in the alley across the street. Shaking his head he hung his coat and hat on the rack without turning on a light. No sense showing them which room was his. Stripping off his wet clothes, he lay back in the recliner and pulled an old blanket over him. He picked up his gun and closed his eyes. If they wanted to come in after him for some reason he would be ready. There was no sense in staying awake to wait though. He was used to trouble like this and was a light sleeper.

      Dean’s eyes popped open but it took a minute for his mind to catch up. When it did, he remembered where he was and why he held his gun. There must have been some kind of noise close by for him to awaken like this. Without moving his head, Dean looked at the digital clock on the other side of the room. Two o'clock. He had only been asleep for an hour. He could tell there was someone else in the room with him. He didn't know how, but he could sense them. He could feel their presence somehow. Shifting his finger to the safety on his automatic he readied himself for sudden action but then froze when he felt the blade of a very sharp knife suddenly press against his throat.

      Set it on the table, a husky voice said in his ear. He could feel his attacker’s breath on the side of his face as she spoke. He could just make out a flowery scent like the kind a woman's shampoo might leave. It didn't matter if it was a man or woman who held the knife. It was against his throat and he was going to obey. Slowly moving his arm, he laid the automatic on the table next to the recliner. When he had settled back in the chair, he felt the knife move as his attacker shifted her weight to reach for the gun. For an instant he considered trying to break free but if he startled her she might cut his throat unintentionally. She hadn't killed him immediately, so she must want something. He would have to wait and see what that was before he tried to escape.

      Don't move until I tell you to, the voice said as the knife left his throat. He heard her moving in the room but couldn't pinpoint her location. Then he heard the rustle of the blinds being moved as if to look out into the street. After a few seconds the voice told him, Ok, turn on the light next to you. Reaching up slowly to the lamp on the table, he slid the switch and after a slight hesitation a soft light bathed the room, increasing slowly to full brightness. He hated these new fluorescent bulbs. He was going to have to see if he could find some of the incandescent bulbs somehow. The shadowy shape that had been following him moved into his vision bringing his thoughts back to the problem at hand.

      She was tall even in

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