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ALSO BY DIRK PATTON
Afterword
Author’s Note
Thank you for purchasing Days Of Perdition, Book 6 in the Voodoo Plague series. If you haven’t read the first five books you need to stop reading now and pick them up, otherwise you will be lost as this book is intended to continue the story in a serialized format. I intentionally did nothing to explain comments and events that reference book 1 through 5. Regardless, you have my heartfelt thanks for reading my work and I hope you’re enjoying the adventure as much as I am. As always, a good review on Amazon is greatly appreciated and the best way to ensure more books are published.
Always on the run
A destiny
It’s the rising sun
I was born
A shotgun in my hands
Behind the gun
I'll make my final stand
Bad Company - Five Finger Death Punch
1
Katie Chase cursed, jamming the transmission of her husband’s truck into reverse. As usual when she drove the mammoth beast he loved so much, she had pulled too far into the garage and slightly angled. She missed her little Mercedes, but John had left for Atlanta on a business trip early that morning and had driven her car because his truck was too tall to fit in the parking garage at the airport. She normally drove him when he flew so she didn’t have to give up her car, plus she liked that last goodbye kiss at the curb, but today she’d had a full schedule and no time for the more than hour long round trip.
Finally getting into the right spot, Katie turned off the rumbling engine, grabbed her purse and yoga matt and jumped down from the driver’s seat. She had just finished an intense hour and a half yoga session followed by coffee with a friend and was running behind schedule. They’d dawdled too long. She still had to run five miles then spend half an hour kicking and punching the combat dummy set up on the far side of the garage.
The treadmill was as boring as ever, but the time passed quickly with The Real Housewives of New Jersey playing on the TV. Taking a short break, Katie rehydrated then threw herself into attacking the man sized BOB or Body Opponent Bag. It was hot in the garage and by the end of her half hour workout she was dripping with sweat. Toweling off, she grabbed more Coconut water, shivered under the air conditioning in the house and headed for the back yard.
Stepping out, the heat hit her like a physical presence. It was summertime in Arizona. She glanced at the thermometer. 113. It was only 1:30 in the afternoon, the hottest time of day still four hours away. Finishing her drink, Katie sat down on the shaded patio and checked the calendar on her phone. John’s flight would be landing within half an hour.
He always texted to let her know he’d landed safely. Wanting to be ready to text him right back, she peeled off all of her sweat soaked clothes and dove nude into the sparkling blue pool. Half an hour later, refreshed from her swim, Katie grabbed her phone when it dinged to indicate she’d received a text message.
“In ATL. Cops everywhere. Odd. Love U!” It was from John. Katie smiled and texted back, then gathered up her clothes and headed inside.
Stepping out of the shower half an hour later, she dried off and paused to examine her body in a full-length mirror. Turning side to side she was pleased with what she saw and knew her husband certainly was. Despite years of marriage, John still acted like a teenager, always trying to sneak a peek and the damn man had the fastest hands she’d ever seen. She missed him already, and with a smile pulled on a lightweight sundress. She left her long, thick hair wet, knowing the Arizona summer air