Chapter 74 Chapter 9–Book 2

WARNING: Lots of adult language and issues

Nova was unsure of the situation. There was something about this guy that made her want to trust and believe what he said. However, they had just met, and logically, she'd have to say she was bat-shit crazy to go with him.

Yet, here she was, walking with a strange guy wearing nothing but jogging pants who happens to change into a bear. She didn't know why she trusted him, but she decided that was what she would do, if he could help her get to the police and give her a place to lay low until that piece of crap was arrested.

She found herself staring at him. He was so handsome. He looked like a rough and tough kinda guy, but she sensed that he was a gentle soul as well.

All she could think about was touching those muscles and kissing him. It was very frustrating; she had even stopped herself from touching him a bit ago. Lucky she was behind him, and he didn't see it.

He also had a scent that was making her crazy. He smelled like the forest on a late spring day, when everything was in bloom and the sun was starting to feel warm. He also smelled like coffee; it was making her mouth water.

If they were to stop soon, she was going to take out her mini percolator coffee pot and make some elixir of life. For no reason, though a thought crossed her mind: yesterday at the waterfall, she felt like she was being watched and discovered that there was a bear, perhaps a grizzly, watching.

Were those two watching her while she was swimming naked? She turned beet red and started to feel a little bit angry. They were peeping on her.

"You know, Mr. Jack, that I know that you and your bear were watching me bathe yesterday."

Jack turned around and looked at her. She was standing there with her arms crossed, looking a bit upset. She was tapping her foot while staring him down.

Brutus was laughing his ass off inside Jack's mind.

Jack wasn't sure how to handle this situation, so all he could think to say was, "Yup."

He turned and started down the game trail that they were using to cross the thicket. In about another hour, they'd be at his camp. He would feel better when he got her back into his territory.

She was very cute when she was embarrassed; she was all tomato red in the face. He wondered what other parts of her got flushed when she was upset or embarrassed. His thoughts started to lean to what else could make her flush. He felt himself starting to get interested and decided to think about other things.

Just what he needed to happen at a time like this, walking around the woods with a tent in his pants, while she was wondering if she should be with him because he could be a crazy pants. Still, the more he tried to get her lusciously sweet body out of his mind, the more he thought on it. Brutus was laughing again. He let out a sigh. Baseball, think on baseball, basketball, football, anything. He was starting to get desperate when he realized that they were coming upon his camp.

He had to address Brutus. "Listen up, you jerk, if you don't start to have some understanding of the situation, I am going to have to block you out the first time we mate with her. Then you can be the one sitting around with blue balls."

Brutus let out a huff and curled up to ignore Jack.

He turned to Nova after he had himself under control. She looked exhausted.

"Listen, I am going to go and get us something for dinner. Why don't you get comfortable? If you like, you could get a fire going while I am gone. If you have a tent, you can put it where you like. Otherwise, you can use mine; it isn't much, but it will keep you dry."

She didn't say anything, just nodded her head in acknowledgment. He left to hunt for dinner, perhaps a rabbit or a partridge, something a little bit more robust; she looked like she could use it.

The one thing he was going to start insisting that they put into the packs from now on was coffee and a way to make it. He really could use a cup about now. James was pissed. He had shifted into his bear, and still they couldn't find a trail. There were a few signs that she went this way, but there was nothing else.

That damn little bitch was going to pay when he caught up to her.

He would have to kill whatever boy she was with. If he popped her cherry, he was going to do a lot of punishing before he killed him, and Nova was going to pay a lot more for the rest of her life. He waited a long time for her virginity. He wasn't about to be nice if he loses that surprise.

He decided to stay in his bear and keep heading in the general direction he thought she went. She can't be that clever. The rain took care of her trail for her. It stopped raining yesterday, so as long as he keeps her general direction, he should come upon her trail.

The closer he gets, the more of a scent he will find. He was getting excited over the thoughts he was having about what they were going to do when they were alone together in the forest.

He decided that he wasn't going to kill her. He decided that he needed a new wife. The hag at home had long since outlived her usefulness. She wasn't even good for a quick lay anymore.

Nova, though, was fresh and sweet. Once he broke her in, they would get married. Perhaps he would keep the old hag alive so he and Nova could have a little fun killing her, as their wedding night surprise.

James knew that Nova hated her mother; he didn't blame her. The only thing motherly the woman had done was stay out of Nova's business. Nova gave her twenty dollars a week so the bitch could get more booze.

She wanted Nova to give her all the money that she earned so she could have more booze. James was almost sorry he just didn't give her more money so she could do them all a favor and drink herself dead.

Perhaps Nova will give him children to play with; that would be nice, that way he wouldn't have to go too far to get them. No one would ever report them missing because they were his kids. Of course, Nova might get attached to one of them.

He could be generous and let her have one for her very own. Women were like that with kids. Can't hold it against them; it is only their nature. Maybe a girl child so she will grow up like Nova and be a nice present for him someday.

Sheriff Avery was so pissed off he could shit nails. He even took it out on one of the women that he arrested for possession, beat and raped her ass right there in the cell. She could tell the world about it; it wouldn't matter, no one was going to believe a crack whore.

With James off chasing his stepdaughter through the woods to god knows where, he was left with a critical piece in his plan missing: to deal with Mr. FBI. He will now have to wait and see if James shows up in the next couple of days. That creepy asshole better show up, or he is the first one to be tossed under the bus.

If the FBI found out about what was going on in his district, there would not only be hell to pay, but it will be his hell for the rest of his life. He wasn't going to go down alone. He intended to drag everyone that had anything to do with it down with him.

If not, things were going to get a little uncomfortable. He still thought of the 'last plan' to escape the investigation. If all else fails, he could always commit suicide. He was just too much of a chicken to shoot himself in the head.

Agent David waited until he could no longer hear the Sheriff's vehicle driving down the road. He decided that he was going to go back to his cabin, get some clothes, and pay a visit to the house that the Sheriff was just visiting.

There might be something in there for him to use to figure out what the hell was going on. This middle of nowhere place has got more secrets than a high school cheerleading squad.

He knew he needed a search warrant to go into the house, but what the hell... it was the middle of nowhere, and he would have to deal with the Sheriff to get the warrant. The last thing he wanted was the local Sheriff to investigate his own crimes.

He was told by some of the locals that the Sheriff wasn't only dealing in drugs and sexual assault of those he sells to and then arrests. He was also told that the Sheriff knows more about the missing people than he is letting on.

The drugs and the rapes could easily be proven in a little bit of time; however, his missing person involvement is going to be harder to prove. That is why Agent David was so keen on finding out who lived in that house and what else was there.

He got back to his cabin, put on some casual clothes, and headed out to the house. He pulled up, and things looked the same as when he left. He walked up to the front door and knocked. Nothing but silence in response.

He tested the doorknob and realized that the door wasn't even closed. He pushed it open carefully and went inside. He was standing in a little hallway between a kitchen and a living room. He checked out the kitchen first but didn't find anything but a bunch of empty booze bottles.

He checked the living room next; nothing special about it other than it looked like it belonged in the 1970s. He went slowly down the hall; the first room was a small bedroom. He could tell that it belonged to a female; the window was all smashed out. The room was the only clean one in the house from what he could see so far.

He went to the next door and was staring into a bathroom, and on the floor was a woman. He reached down to check for a pulse when he realized that he knew her. "Oh, my fucking god," he thought, as he let out an angry hiss.