Дмитрий Леонтьев – The evil will come for you (страница 10)
About halfway through the trip, William glanced at his watch. Noticing it was already 8 a.m., he decided to call James Brown. He lazily slipped his right hand into his pocket and pulled out his mobile phone.
“The connection is not available,” the screen read. He sharply turned the steering wheel to avoid a pothole.
Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and gripped the wheel tighter, continuing on.
“What an awful road,” he muttered nervously.
As he neared the town, the weather began to change. A light haze appeared, gradually thickening into dense fog.
William deliberately slowed down. It was early morning, and the road was empty and desolate. As he drove through an old village, he noticed tall trees and bushes, many old houses with wooden fences—some gates adorned with broken crosses and roofs that had collapsed long ago.
He couldn’t take his eyes off the scene. But when he refocused on the road, he screamed, “Holy sh*t!” and slammed on the brakes.
An animal stood in front of him – a fox.
The sudden stop caused him to hit his forehead on the steering wheel. Groaning in pain, he grimaced and closed his eyes, the ache unbearable. But his thoughts quickly turned to the possibility of a car accident.
He switched on the emergency lights, opened the door, and stepped out slowly.
The fox now lay motionless in front of him.
“Sh*t!” William cursed, lowering his gaze to the bumper and fender.
They were dented.
He knelt down to examine the animal.
William gently touched what he thought was the dead fox—but suddenly—
“Damn!” he yelled as the fox sprang up, growling fiercely. Its muzzle was stained with blood.
“Go away!” William warned, waving his hand cautiously.
But the fox stared at him with wrath and rage. William clenched his fists and stared directly into its eyes.
“Leave me alone,” he said firmly, extending his hand.
The fox took a step back, baring its fangs and growling louder.
“Go away!” William repeated in disbelief and stepped toward it.
The fox snapped its jaws.
“Damn!” William cursed again.
He tried to approach the hurt animal, but Max – his dog – didn’t let him. A strange sound came from the bushes.
Startled, the fox turned sharply and disappeared into the undergrowth.
“F*ck,” William muttered, exhaling deeply.
At that moment, his phone inside the car began to ring. William quickly moved to the passenger side and opened the door. The phone was ringing—it was James. He leaned in and grabbed it.
“Hello,” William answered.
“Good morning, Will,” James’s voice came through. “How are you? Where are you now?”
William’s gaze drifted into the distance as he sank into thought.
“Will, are you okay?” James asked again.
William stepped out of the car and straightened up. “Yeah, sure, I’m fine.”
“William, I asked where you are now,” James repeated.
“I… I’m on my way,” William replied nervously.
“You told me you would pick up our student,” James said seriously.
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