Skulls (13 page)

There were greater prizes than flesh.

A chill danced spider-like down his spine as the words echoed in his head. They weren’t his. He had the sudden urge to move. Jacob swore under his breath when he realized he’d have to go the long way around the smoke party or risk being seen.

Cautious, so they didn’t hear him, he backtracked and wheeled around the hill heading for the far side. Once he was far enough to feel comfortable, he sped up and made his way toward the bunker.

The sun was low in the sky. He knew he didn’t have long before the shadowy darkness of the tree canopy became the true darkness of night. He cursed the detour and made his way to the barbed wire fence.

He didn’t bother to look around. He hopped over the fence and charged headlong into the woods. The voices urged him on. He swatted branches from his path, heedless of the noise he made. The crunch of limbs beneath his feet reverberated out into the trees.

A short distance from the bunker, Jacob stopped. He heard the snap of a branch close by—it hadn’t come from him. He whirled around and peered into the trees.

A huge patch of darkness separated from the rest and barreled toward him.

Adrenaline sparked to life like napalm through his veins. Jacob whirled to run. He made it only two steps before something heavy fell upon him, slamming him breathless to the ground.

Before he could scream, his face was forced into the undergrowth. Soft earth and pine needles stole his voice. He struggled to break free but the force above him was like a mountain bearing down. His eyes filled with mud, he breathed in dirt. His lungs began to burn. Unable to draw air, he fought back harder, but it was no use. He couldn’t budge the leviathan that held him down. His energy waned and dots of light flickered in his muddied vision. Through the growing haze, he heard a gruff voice.

“Quit squirming and I’ll let you up.”

Jacob gave in for the lack of any other choice. After a moment, he felt the weight pulled off his back. His head popped up from the ground like a balloon freed from its string.

He gasped in hungry gulps of air and hacked up the mud that clung thick in his mouth. It crunched loudly between his teeth. Before he could fully recover, a rough hand grabbed his shirt and rolled him onto his back. He looked up through blurry eyes to see an axe dropping toward him.

He started to scream when he felt the blade settle against the crook of his neck. He swallowed his shout as he felt the sharpened edge of the axe cold against his skin. Eyes wide, he looked up at the axe wielder. Sweat glistened on the bald pate of the man who hovered above. His near black eyes were like turbulent seas. Sharp lines creased his weathered face, a Jack-o’-lantern grin on his lips.

Despite the mud that made soup of his vision, he knew immediately who had him.

Jenks.

Jacob’s heart rattled to stop. The freezing numbness of true fear washed over him like a waterfall.

“I figured you were too stupid to stay off my property and that I’d be seeing you again.” He increased the pressure on the blade just a tiny bit to emphasize his words. “Guess I was right.”

The old man laughed. The sound sent shivers through Jacob’s body. His voice cowered inside his throat. Jacob couldn’t find it in him to answer. He just laid there. Warm tears slowly sifted the mud from his eyes.

Jenks smiled wider. “Ain’t got nothing to say, boy?”

Jacob stayed quiet. He had seen the axe, which nestled his throat, in action.

“That’s probably a good thing for me, huh? I wouldn’t want anyone to hear you up here, screaming or anything.” He laughed again. “People might come looking for you. There’s no telling what they might find.”

Jenks’s words sank in. Jacob squirmed and the old man leaned into the axe a little. Jacob stopped instantly.

The smile dropped from Jenks’s face. He met Jacob’s terrified stare. Then he stood up, laughing so loudly it sounded like the peal of thunder. Jacob stayed rigid until Jenks reached down and pulled him to his feet by his shirtfront.

Jenks grabbed the back of Jacob’s neck, his meaty fingers snatching up a handful of skin. “It’s time for a reckoning, boy.” He settled the axe over his shoulder.

Jacob was dragged through the woods. The old man said nothing, only occasionally breaking out into a deep chuckle for no apparent reason.

Jacob’s heart pounded against his ribs.

They were headed toward the bunker.

His breath caught in his throat and he felt himself starting to hyperventilate. The edges of his vision began to shimmer black.

Jenks looked over at him and smiled, shaking him a little. Jacob squirmed in hopes of slipping loose but Jenks tightened his grip.

The dead screamed inside his head. Katie and Terrance cried out in helpless defiance. When Jacob glanced at the axe on Jenks’s shoulder, the old man wiggled the handle. Flickers of the dying light reflected off the sharpened blade.

As they neared the foliage that hid the bunker from view, Jacob’s legs went weak. His knees buckled. The only thing that kept him upright was Jenks’s tight grip on his neck. The searing pain spurred him back into motion.

Jacob’s eyes scanned the trees. His gaze alighted on the place where the bunker was hidden. Right then, what little courage he had held in reserve gave out. He broke into sobs.

The old man just laughed and dragged him along. To Jacob’s surprise, they passed the bunker without even slowing.

They continued on through the woods. Sweat, tears, and snot made a mess of his face as Jacob dared a look at Jenks. The old man just smiled back, showing off a set of black-framed teeth.

His heart had started to beat again after passing the bunker, a sliver of relief taking hold, but then a sinking realization hit Jacob. Jenks’s victims hadn’t been killed in the bunker, they’d been murdered elsewhere. Only their skulls had made it to the hidden altar.

Once more Jacob began to panic, fighting to be free. But Jenks wasn’t having any of it. He shook Jacob like a rag doll. Sharp spikes of agony routed Jacob’s resistance. He was dragged along like a dog on a leash. Jacob gave in. The dead called out in welcome.

Then, without warning, they broke out into a clearing. Jenks’s old Chevy truck was parked under the loose canopy of trees. He pulled Jacob around to the driver’s side and tossed the axe in the bed of the truck. It was just out of Jacob’s reach.

The old man yanked the door open and shoved Jacob inside, sliding him across the cracked leather seat to the passenger side. Jenks was quick for his age and size. He hopped into the driver’s seat right after, and slammed the door.

He cranked the truck into life and grinned over at Jacob. The truck jerked forward and roared down the hill on the far side of the clearing. Though much less cluttered than the forest they’d just come through, the trees were laid out like a slalom course. There was no clear path down the hill.

“If you think you can make it, boy, go ahead and jump.” Jenks whipped the wheel to the right to avoid colliding with a thick pine, yanking the wheel back fast to straighten out the truck. “You might get away without breaking your neck.” He chuckled. “But I doubt it.”

Jacob held onto the dashboard for dear life while the old man cackled even louder. The truck shuddered and creaked as it raced downhill. Jacob glanced at the speedometer and saw the needle pegging forty. His heart was doing a hundred times that.

Jacob tightened his grip on the dashboard. He wondered if this was how Katie had felt, knowing there was no happy ending waiting at the end of the ride.

He looked out the window as the forest whipped past. He seriously considered jumping. His hand was on the door handle before he’d consciously made a decision. Death by axe or a tumble from the truck? Did it matter?

Just as his hand began to tug on the latch, the truck bounced out of the woods and rumbled onto flat ground. Jacob’s wide eyes stared. The black asphalt of the highway was visible just a little ways ahead. He saw the traffic flitting by in front of him and the road grew closer with every thunderous heartbeat.

Jacob turned to stare at Jenks as the old man kept his eyes locked forward. He grinned and accelerated. Jenks steered the truck up the short incline and onto the highway. A jarring crash shook the truck and Jacob’s head thumped against the roof. The crunch of grass under the wheels turned into the whir of asphalt.

The wild ride turned tame. Jacob sat silent in the passenger seat as Jenks aimed the truck toward town. Then the truck rolled into the Downs, weaving its way through the town. After a while, the old man pulled the truck to a stop in a cramped, dirt parking lot.

Jacob’s eyes found the lighted sign that hung above the door to the small building in front of him.

The Chrome Horse.

Jacob sunk into the seat. His terror was replaced by a burgeoning sickness that welled up in his stomach.

Jenks slide out his door and waved at Jacob to get out. He smiled when Jacob sprang to life and yanked on the door handle. Nothing happened.

He was locked in.

“You’re going to have to get out on this side. That door don’t work.” Jenks laughed, his barrel chest huffing with the effort. He waved Jacob on.

Reluctant, Jacob slid across the seat and dropped down beside the old man. Jenks renewed his hold on his neck and dragged him into the bar.

The tinny wails of seventies rock blasted Jacob’s ears as the door was opened. The thick scent of cigarette smoke and stale beer and sweat wafted out to greet them. Colorful lights flashed in seizure-inducing patterns. A bevy of different liquors were advertised in their shimmering glow.

The murmur of loud voices that had competed with the sound system just a moment before went quiet as Jacob was marched in. Every eye in the place shifted to them.

Jenks ignored them all and went straight to the bar. He pressed Jacob against its faux leather edge. Ann Rile stood on the other side. Surprise and annoyance swirled together into an uncomfortable look on her face.

“This your kid?” Jenks asked. It was obvious to everyone in the bar the old man already knew the answer.

Ann sighed and put her hands on her hips. “He ain’t mine. He’s my husband’s. What did he do now?” Her words were muddy.

Jenks pushed Jacob roughly onto a stool. “He—”

“Hey,” a rough voice called out from near the pool tables. “Get your hands off my boy.”

Jacob and Jenks turned at the same time. His dad set his pool stick down and walked menacingly toward the bar. Jacob’s head sunk as the Jenks squared off, an amused grin on his face.

“Your boy was on my property doing who knows what.”

“Don’t you be pushing him around,” his dad’s voice was thick, the words formed slowly.

Jacob sighed as he saw his father clench his fists. He was annoyed he’d chosen this particular moment to pretend he gave a shit. “It’s all right—” he tried.

“Shut up,” his father snapped. He gave Jacob a vicious glare before turning his attention back to Jenks. He poked the bigger man in the chest. “If you’re looking for trouble, you found it.”

Jenks grinned and batted his father’s hand away. That was all it took. His dad reeled back and swung. Jenks sidestepped the telegraphed blow without a problem. He put his shoulder into his dad’s chest and the two flew across the room to crash onto a nearby table.

Glasses and pitchers leapt into the air. Beer exploded over them like a golden volcano. The patrons at the table were scattered as though they were bowling pins. His father on the bottom, Jenks pressed his weight down and gave him two short punches to the face.

It took the drunken crowd around them a few seconds to register what was even going on before they jumped in to separate them. Jacob scurried to the side of the bar as bystanders rained down blows on the back of Jenks. It took five men to finally pull them apart. But as they were separated, Jenks landed another clean shot.

His dad’s nose exploded. He curled up as a fountain of crimson squirted from between his grasping fingers. The patrons struggled with Jenks once he was on his feet. One of them was tossed across the bar for his efforts. He landed at Ann’s feet with a groan. She shrieked like she’d seen a mouse.

Right then, the music went silent and a deep voice shouted for order. “That’s enough, folks.” Sheriff Tate stood near the jukebox, shaking his head.

The men holding Jenks eased up and the old man shoved them away. He laughed at them as they slunk back to the bar. Tate waggled a finger at Jenks as he approached the scattering combatants.

Jacob’s dad got to his feet. His mouth and chin were streaming red, his mustache stringy with his blood. He leapt at Jenks. Tate caught him by his collar mid-leap and spun him about, easily tossing him back onto the floor. He landed with a huff. His pride was wounded more than his body.

“Stay down, Rile. You try that again and you’re gonna spend the night in County, you hear?”

His father glared up at Tate, but he stayed where he lay. The sheriff turned to the patrons.

“Who started this?”

Fingers pointed
en masse
toward Jenks. The sheriff sighed as if he hoped the answer would have been something else.

Jenks grinned at Tate, his own finger pointing at Jacob. “I just brought their boy back, who I caught sneaking around on my property for the second time this week.” He turned his smile toward Jacob’s dad. “I guess I know where he gets his stubbornness from.”