Zombie Rules | Book 8 | Who The Hell Is That? Achord, David (most popular novels of all time .txt) 📖

what some people would call a studious stare. Garret was about to speak when the president spoke over him.

“You and your sister are close personal friends with Zach and his wife, isn’t that correct?”

“Yes sir, we are. Zach and Kelly Gunderson are good people. Many people here think the world of them.”

“So, you no doubt knew all about his plans to assassinate my wife and then flee prosecution,” he accused.

Garret intentionally took a long pause before responding. “Mister President, Zach did not murder your wife. He had no reason to. The facts prove he left well before she was killed. My sister and I have already compiled a timeline of events based on all the known facts, and it is accurate. And, for the record, if I knew where Zach was living, I wouldn’t tell you or anyone else.”

Gil gave his own pointed stare. “The truth will come out eventually, and anyone caught collaborating with Mister Gunderson will be tried for treason.”

“Very good, sir. Now, would you like to hear the recent radio communication from Marcus Hook?”

“Marcus Hook is an entity. An entity does not speak. Who is the person who sent the communication?”

Garret took a quiet, deep breath of patience before answering. “If I had to guess, I’d say it was a woman, but the person took measures to muffle their voice.”

Gil immediately straightened. “Why was I not immediately notified when this communication came in?”

“You left strict instructions with your bodyguards to not be disturbed. Ruby only reluctantly allowed me in after I made several attempts and told her this was extremely important,” Garret said. He was not one for conflict or confrontations, and had a lot of patience, but he felt himself losing patience and becoming angry.

Gil grimaced and shook his head as though he were dealing with a moron. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

“The person said to tell you that your order to stop work on the trading post and your order to cease scavenging missions are going to be ignored.”

Gil steepled his hands in front of his face. “I see. Anything else?”

“That was the extent of the message, but there is another development. The telephone lines to Marcus Hook seem to be on the fritz. I tried calling to arrange the fuel logistics and could not reach anyone.”

“Alright, get them repaired immediately,” Gil directed.

“I have already checked the system. It is working fine on our end. Either the phone lines have been damaged somewhere or the system is offline at Marcus Hook.”

“Very good. Please keep me apprised of any new developments.” Gil shooed him out with a dismissive wave of his hand and called for Ruby.

“Yes, Mister President?” she asked.

Call a meeting of our senate,” he directed.

“Right away, sir. May I ask what for? I’m only asking because everyone is going to ask me when I contact them.”

Gil tapped his laptop and gave a smug smile. “I have created an executive order. We are going to try Zachariah Gunderson in absentia for murder and treason.”

Ruby’s mouth fell open, but it was quickly replaced by a malicious grin. “Yes sir, Mister President.”

Gil eyed her backside as she hurried out, closing the door behind her. He resumed typing in his journal, convinced that it would one day be viewed with awe inspiring reverence. He absently thought of Marcus Hook as he typed. Specifically, Roscoe and Johnny G. They were arrogant men who needed to learn their place in the pecking order.

“Zach first, then you two,” he muttered.

Chapter 47 – Pillow Talk

“You know, this is getting to be a regular thing,” Riley mused. “We do our own thing during the day and I come over after dinner. We do the nasty, and then we talk until you tell me to shut up and we go to sleep.”

Johnny G stared at her. He had a small lamp on his nightstand with a five-watt bulb, not enough to read with, but enough to see. The dim light cast shadows on her and accentuated her features.

“I’m fairly certain I’ve never told you to shut up,” he said.

“Well, not in so many words,” she retorted.

Johnny G chuckled. “I may have told you to quiet down, but most of the time you fall asleep before me.”

“Do you like being with me?”

“I certainly do. I admit, I’ve enjoyed your company immensely.”

“Do you want me to move in?” she suddenly asked.

He was taken aback. It took him a couple of seconds before he replied.

“Is that what you want?”

“Just forget it,” she snapped, offended at his slow response, and rolled over in the bed, turning her back to him.

“I didn’t say no.”

She did not respond or move, so he repeated himself.

“You didn’t say yes,” she retorted.

“Alright, I’m going to answer, but before I do, I want you to answer a question. How do you feel about us? Are we friends with benefits or is there more to it than that?”

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Nope, you have to answer me first. It wasn’t so long ago you had a thing for Zach. You told me so yourself. I’m not criticizing you, but if you’re still stuck on him, there’s no need to talk about this any further.”

“I’m not stuck on him,” she said. “I’ll always think the world of him, but I’m over him.”

“Alright, I believe you. So, how do you honestly feel about me?”

“I really like you,” she said softly.

“Are you sure? I’m twenty years older than you. I can hardly keep up with your energy, and that includes in the sack.”

“You haven’t heard me complaining,” she said.

“No, I guess not,” he conceded. “But I haven’t heard your answer.”

She was quiet for a moment. All he could hear was her soft breathing. He thought she was drifting off to sleep, but then she spoke.

“I want to move in. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.”

Johnny G was a little surprised, but the surprise was how he found himself feeling about her. Sure, she seemed to be a little off center,