Trooper Paul Karen Read Novels & Stories

He wet his pants and giggled foolishly, giving Joey a challenging look when no one was paying attention. Seeing this, Joey's eyes widened in disbelief. She realized she had provoked two formidable adversaries, and her flushed face gradually turned pale. Earlier, I had a general understanding of Paul from Penelope's description, but seeing it with my own eyes had a strong impact on me. Paul's behavior made the police believe they hadn't mistaken Joey's identity on purpose. Karen played the victim, saying how difficult it was for her to search for their runaway daughter while taking care of a husband with dementia, hoping the police would help them find Penelope.

And whatever walked there had learned, long ago, to wait. Camp—Edge of the Scar The base hummed—low chatter under the generator’s thrum. Dust curled in the hot afternoon air as Terry and Paulo muscled a portable genny out of the Jeep. Terry grunted as it thumped down. “So you’re the guide, huh?” Paulo wiped sweat with his sleeve. “Yes.” “How old are you, exactly?” “Sixty-eight.” A low whistle. “Shit, you’re a dinosaur.” Paulo’s tired smile held. “A dinosaur who knows where he’s going.”

Kathy breathed softly. “But how could you know that?” Carol exclaimed. “Because my husband is Kenneth Carlson,” she replied. “He commanded Alpha Company.” It suddenly all came back to Carol. “Well then, you probably know Brad Kramer, too.” Kathy was silent for a moment and then spoke in a voice just above a whisper, “First Lieutenant William Bradley Kramer, Jr.” “But how could you know that?” Carol asked. “Because he saved my husband’s life is how I know. Ken has told me that story so many times I could almost recite it in my sleep.”