Judgment Day Copyright © 2011 by Terry Wright
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Judgment Day Justin Graves Series Book 6
by Terry Wright A New Kind of Justice is Coming Texas Ranger Justin Graves and his juvenile-delinquent daughter, Christy, are dead, both murdered by her drug-dealer boyfriend, Billy Denton. Justin blames himself for her life of crime, so he makes a deal with the devil to save her soul: one hundred bad guys in exchange for her pardon from hell. Now, in his rotting corpse, he returns from the grave to deliver the souls of killers who got away with murder.
At Texas Rangers Headquarters on Saddle Tramp Road, Captain Holland held the phone to his ear in disbelief. The US Marshals should have arrived yesterday. Though Deckers lay off the beaten path, they shouldn’t be dragging their feet where ever Billy Denton was concerned. “We’re sorry about the delay, sir,” the dispatcher said. “Christ! It’s been a week already.” “I’m sorry the judge denied him bail.” “Are you kidding? We’re not letting that killer loose. It’s your job to transport him to the county jail.” Holland knew it was a two hundred mile trek across some of Texas’ roughest terrain, but Justin Graves’ killer required special handling. “If I had the manpower, I’d haul him over there myself.” “Just keep him locked up until we get there.” The phone clicked dead. Holland slammed down the receiver. “Lieutenant Simmons, get over to city jail. Backup Deputy Pender. Looks like we’ve got Denton for another night.” “Right away, sir.” Simmons grabbed is suit coat off the back of his desk chair and rushed out. He was a young Ranger with a pretty wife and a rambunctious six-year-old son waiting for him to come home. But tonight, duty called. Holland shuddered. Each moment that passed gave Billy another opportunity to make good on his threat to escape. He’d be getting more and more desperate with each passing hour, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was transported to county where security was much higher. Even that weasel couldn’t weasel his way out of a lockdown that tight. He’d have to make his escape tonight, or never. With that thought banging around in his brain, Holland threw on his ten-gallon hat and Texas Rangers jacket, and then checked the clip in his Glock. Three men on guard duty tonight couldn’t hurt. They could take turns sleeping and guarding Billy Denton.
Deckers City Jail wasn’t much more than a cracker box, built sometime between the Alamo and the Civil War. Billy watched Deputy Pender through the only door that led from the backroom cellblock to the front office. Pender was sitting at the squad desk, his feet propped up and his eyes shut like he was taking a nap. A ring of keys dangled from his leather belt, and his holstered Colt hung on a wall hook by the front door. The two things Billy needed most were way out of his reach from his position on the cot in cell number two. Jo Joe Peters, the town drunk, was locked up in cell number one. Lying on the concrete floor, he hacked and snorted in a drunken stupor, his weathered face and bulbous nose flushed as Santa Claus. He hadn’t combed his wiry hair and scruffy beard for months, and his BO smelled like cat piss. Cell number three was empty. Other than Jo Joe’s belching, the jailhouse was quiet. Billy preferred it that way. Gave him time to think in peace. Like he’d told Captain Holland, this jail wouldn’t hold him for long. Billy rubbed his goatee. One slipup...that was all it would take. The cops could kiss his ass goodbye. Billy pushed his empty dinner tray aside and leaned back in his cot, watching Deputy Pender nap and thinking about the keys and the Colt. Jo Joe stirred, grumped and cursed, then started puking out his guts on the floor. As if the urping and splattering sounds weren’t enough to make Billy sick, the disgusting odor of bile ballooned in the air. His guts constricted in an instinctive response to the stench. He was going to lose his supper. Jumping up to the bars, he had all he could do to inhale enough breath to shout, “Pender! You better get Jo Joe outta here before I blow a gasket!” The deputy just snorted. “Pender!” Jo Joe coughed and spit. “Mind yer own beeswax, boy. I’m in my glory here, can’t ya tell?” “Puke in the damn toilet, ya pig.” “If I coulda made there, I woulda...” Jo Joe let loose another gush of vomit. It splattered on the floor and added to the toxicity of the backroom air with a fresh tidal wave of nauseous stench.
“What the hell did you eat, old man, rotten mule dung?” Arraugggggg. More puke spewed out of Jo Joe. The smell was sucking the juices out of Billy’s stomach. Already the back of his throat burned with churning stomach acid. “Pender!” A gut-wrenching spasm took hold of Billy’s innards and shook him like a rabbit in a coyote’s jaws. He made a mad dash for the commode but upchucked before he got there. Puke hit the wall, the floor, and drenched all down the front of his prison coveralls. Jo Joe joined him in another chorus of barfing and gagging. “What a mess!” Pender shouted. He was standing at the cell door, keys in hand. *
In the afterlife, Justin Graves watched the scene unfold at Deckers City Jail. He stood before the light, feet spread and his long brown coat hanging open as Pender unlocked Billy Denton’s cell door. “Oh, oh!” Justin had just a second to pull his cowboy hat low over his eyes and tuck his elbows in tight to his sides in preparation for a quick transition back to the land of the living. Pender was going to need some help. In a flash, he was speeding through a spinning black void of time and space, his insides seething at the thought of confronting Billy Denton. Finally. Justice for Christy... The ethereal plane suddenly shifted. His speed increased. He should have been transported to Deckers by now. In the distance, a red glow appeared, expanding like a tumor. He’d seen it before, not long ago, with Christy, right after they’d died in a shootout with Billy Denton. Now, for some ungodly reason, the devil had summoned him back to hell. He couldn’t have picked a worse time. Nearing the smoke and fire of hell’s growing inferno, Justin’s cowboy hat flew off. The brown coat stripped away, his shirt, his pants, his boots, and finally his flesh and his bones until all that remained was his soul, the very essence of his being now fully exposed to the devil’s impending fury. Justin didn’t have time for a social call. He’d seen Pender open the cell door. He’d seen Billy Denton’s wicked, scheming gaze. Something terrible was about to happen, but down Justin spiraled into the fiery caverns of hell, unable to do anything about it. With flames licking hot
tongues of damnation all around him, he couldn’t help but wonder if the Devil had deliberately intervened on Billy’s behalf. Fire seared the air, and the stench of burned flesh rose from the pit as he tumbled in. Hissing gasses belched plumes of flame from craggy rock walls that trembled and rumbled in an eternal earthquake of unnerving proportions. The bellowing sounds of laughter echoed inside his soul, a haunting cackle, both despondent and chilling. “Justice!” the devil shouted. “Now your soul is mine!”
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About the Author
There’s nothing mundane in the writing world of Terry Wright. Tension, conflict and suspense propel his readers through the pages as if they were on fire. Published in Science Fiction and Supernatural, his mastery of the action thriller has won him International acclaim as an accomplished screenplay writer. A longtime member of the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers, he runs their annual Colorado Gold Writing Contest. Terry lives near Denver with his wife, Bobette. Terry invites you to visit his Website at www.terrywrightbooks.com where you’ll find more information on his short stories, novels, and screenplays.
Enjoy reading the Justin Graves Horror Series and other adrenaline-pumping short stories and novels by Terry Wright
The Gates of Hell, Justin Graves Series, Book 1 (New Line Press, 2010) When Justin Graves and his daughter are murdered by her drug dealing boyfriend, Billy Denton, he makes a deal with the devil to save her soul: one hundred bad guys for her pardon from hell.
Night Stalker, Justin Graves Series, Book 2 (New Line Press, 2010) Justin Graves goes after a man who got away with the murder of a young bride on her wedding night. Fred Regar is walking home from a bar when he spots a sexy silhouette on the shade of a lighted window. Stalking toward the house, he thinks he’s going to peek in on an unsuspecting woman, but in reality, he’s about to relive the night of the murder.
Black Widow, Justin Graves Series, Book 3 (New Line Press, 2010) Justin Graves seeks out a beautiful woman who kills her lovers. Janet Blaire is every man’s dream date, but don’t disappoint her...or else!
Riches to Rags, Justin Graves Series, Book 4 (TWB Press, 2010) Justin Graves travels to the Caribbean to roundup a gang of lawyers and accountants who’d killed an old lady for her estate, a multi-million dollar fortune she’d bequeathed to a cat rescue organization.
The Beauty Queen, Justin Graves Series, Book 5 (TWB Press, 2010) Struggling to get on with her life after the murder of her daughter, Sandy Brandish returns to the glitz and glamour of child beauty queen competition. There she meets an orphaned girl. Adopting her will catapult them to the top of the local pageant registry and spur a repeat performance of the night her daughter died, revealing the murderer and a dark secret in the Brandish mansion.
Z-motors, The Job from Hell (New Line Press, 2010) In this satire on zombies in the workplace, the dark side of the auto repair business is exposed, and a mechanicâ€™s quest to overcome unemployment leads his family down a disastrous path.
The Duplication Factor, Behold the first human clone. A novel (Essential10 Publishers, 2010) Speculation has it, in scientific circles and the press, that in some secret lab somewhere, a human has already been cloned. The truth is there were two clones, a corporate tycoon and a mass murderer. The consequences were horrific.
The 13th Power Quest, A Janis Mackey Sci-Fi Thriller, Book 1, A Novel (TWB Press, 2011) American and European scientists have been building bigger and faster particle accelerators to smash atoms into smaller pieces. They are looking for the Higgs boson, the particle that gives matter mass, The God Particle. What if they find it?