Amanda Doucette Mystery 3-Book Bundle. Barbara Fradkin

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      She took a deep breath. She had few friends and allies in this part of the world, and none, except Chris Tymko, who would understand Phil’s struggles and his lines in the sand. But Chris was also a cop.

      “An old fisherman was found murdered. He lived alone out on a remote cape and Phil was last seen heading in his direction.”

      “Murdered how?”

      “Axe to the head. But that’s not public knowledge, Matt, so keep it zipped.”

      “Oh god,” Matthew breathed.

      “It makes no sense. Even as desperate and screwed up as Phil was, you know how much he hated violence.”

      “Did he and this man have an argument? Could he have gotten angry?”

      “They didn’t even know each other.”

      “Then why was Phil going to see him?”

      “I think to borrow a boat.”

      Matthew was silent a moment and when he spoke again, his voice was tentative, as if he was loath to venture further. “What if the man refused?”

      “What are you getting at, Matt?”

      “Has Phil been having any weird PTSD symptoms recently? Beyond the usual mood swings?”

      “He gets anxious, yes. He gets short-tempered. So do I.”

      “No, I mean worse than that. Flashbacks, hallucinations.”

      It took a moment for the implication to catch up with her. She had vivid memories that flooded in due to the most unexpected triggers. Darkness could make her mortally afraid. Fires still made her tense. Running footsteps, the smell of meat … all those triggers could throw her right back into that awful time. But she recognized them as such. She wasn’t reliving the nightmare, just remembering it. Sometimes she heard screaming that she thought she might have imagined. But true flashbacks? Not in a few months. And hallucinations, never. But she had sought professional help and, although she knew she would always be haunted by them, she’d insisted on confronting and trying to conquer those dark days.

      Phil had not.

      She scrambled to formulate an answer. “Honestly? I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since we got back. But I can’t imagine … No matter how upset he was, no matter what bad memories were triggered … an axe to the head? Never.”

      Silence crackled for so long she wondered whether she’d lost the connection. “Matt?”

      “I was never going to reveal this,” he said, so softly she had to cover her other ear. “But last fall in Nigeria, Phil told me he killed a man.”

      It was Amanda’s turn to be speechless. Literally robbed of breath to force out words. “Who?” she managed eventually.

      “One of the Boko Haram fighters he encountered in the desert.”

      “Oh! But … but in self-defence, then.”

      “No. In a rage.”

      “How? Why?”

      “Fog of war, Amanda? He wasn’t sure. It was dark, he was trying to sneak through the grasslands, keeping to the shelter of a wadi. He smelled smoke and heard sounds of a group somewhere in the night but he didn’t know whether it was a village or a fighter’s camp. Creeping forward, he came upon a sentry beside a fire. He recognized him — a kid from the security force you’d hired to protect the village. Now with an AK-47, bandana, camo, the whole Boko Haram shit. Ahead, Phil could hear screams and see fires burning. In a split second, Phil was on him.”

      The image was as vivid as if she were still there. The betrayal of those they’d paid to protect them. The howls, the shooting flames, the thunder of fire consuming the flimsy wood huts. The mingled cries of pain and protest and triumph. The staccato of gunfire. Save them, had been her only thought. Whatever it takes.

      And yet …

      Fighting back the memory, she forced herself to focus. “But the sentry would have killed him.”

      “He didn’t even turn around.”

      “Still … how did Phil kill him? We never even had weapons.”

      “An axe he found lying at the fireside. Still bloody from killing people,” he said.

      As she absorbed this final shock, she spotted Bradley down below by Phil’s truck, on his radio again, nodding and taking notes.

      “Matt, I gotta go.”

      “I’m coming there. I’m looking up flights to Deer Lake as we speak.”

      “Okay, but cellphone coverage is bad here. If you can’t reach me —”

      “Don’t do anything until I get there.”

      She had no time to lose. The police search was kicking into high gear. Phil would be a fugitive once again, fleeing through unknown territory, driven by a single goal. Escape. Safety.

      Would he even know where he was, and what he was fleeing? “I can’t promise that, Matt.”

      Amanda raced back down the hill and through town, keeping a sharp eye out for Constable Bradley, who was no longer in sight. She had left Kaylee playing ball with the children, and now the dog came bounding up in delight, panting happily from the game.

      There was still no sign of Casey, Chris, and the rest of the crew from Stink’s place, but Amanda knew she didn’t have much time before they returned. She spotted Thaddeus, the fisherman who’d been helping Casey work on the boats earlier.

      “Is there a spare boat I can rent for a few hours?”

      The fisherman jerked upright, his eyes narrowing. “What for?”

      “To go down the coast a bit, see if I can spot my friend. How far is Englee? Do you think Stink’s boat could make it all the way?”

      Thaddeus snorted. “She’d need a whole lot of prayer and luck for that trip. Twenty kilometres on open seas.”

      “Then if it’s as bad as you say, my friend might be stranded just a few kilometres down the coast.”

      “There’s fishing boats about. All he has to do is flag one down.”

      “I know, but … well, my friend might be running scared.”

      “Running scared.” The fisherman scrutinized her. She could feel the doubt and disapproval in his gaze. “And what are you going to do if you find them?”

      “Bring them back.”

      “Could be dangerous.”

      “He’s my friend. He’s not going to hurt me.”

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