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The Crypt

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THE CRYPT

 

by

 

Jonas Saul

PUBLISHED BY:

 

Imagine Press

 

ISBN: 978-0-9869376-7-5

 

The Crypt

Copyright © 2011 by Jonas Saul

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

This book is dedicated to my readers for all their support. Your love of Sarah has inspired me to continue this series for many years to come. Sarah Roberts Book 4, The Hostage, is available now. Happy reading.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

The Hostage - A Preview

About the Author

Jonas Saul Titles

 

The Sarah Roberts Series

1. Dark Visions

2. The Warning

3. The Crypt

4. The Hostage

 

The Kill Series

1. The Kill

2. The Blade (Summer 2012)

 

The Threat

The Shock

 

Short Stories

 

Visitations - A Book of Short Stories

The Burning

The Numbers Game

Trapped

The Witching Hour

The Elements

Hatred

The Reaper

The Ruse

Bound

Vengeance

Chapter 1

 

Sarah Roberts stood on the darkened street in the eighth district of Budapest and waited to be attacked. This was her third time venturing out in the middle of the night in search of a would-be attacker.

 

She’d been in Budapest now for over four weeks and her sister Vivian hadn’t said anything since her arrival. All she had was the final note her dead sister made her write telling her that Armond Stuart had fled to Hungary. Sarah had no specific idea where Armond was either.

 

At war with herself and out of communication with her parents and the few people she had grown to trust, Sarah felt truly alone.

 

It was just after two in the morning. She hoped that the dress would attract the wrong kind of attention. She wasn’t trying to look like a prostitute, just vulnerable. The knee-length dress was decorated with a pretty floral pattern. This was the shortest dress she would ever wear. No miniskirts. Not even for this. Her top wasn’t revealing at all. The red angora sweater gave nothing away. Jeans were her norm, but sacrifices had to be made when one wants to be attacked.

 

Weapons were easy to come by: knives could be had at any corner store; forks were nice to jab into an opponent’s skin or eye; but a gun was what Sarah needed. She had trained with them over the last four years at various firing ranges. She had done well a few months back staying alive while dealing with Armond.

 

Now it was all about hunting him down and killing him.

 

That was it.

 

Cold blooded murder.

 

Armond Stuart had raped and killed her sister Vivian when Sarah was still a child. Since then he had developed a kidnapping ring and a human trafficking business that spanned the world. How many girls had been harmed, and how brutal that harm had been, Sarah could only wonder.

 

Killing Armond in cold blood was the only answer.

 

That was what started the internal war she had with her conscience. How could she just walk up and shoot him in the face? That’s not what she was about. Sarah was about helping others. She began saving people almost five years ago. In that time she couldn’t count how many had walked away from death or worse.

 

Breaking up Armond’s organization in America a few months back had set many young girls free. What Armond had done was unacceptable. He had to be stopped. A man like that cannot be rehabilitated. Death is the only way.

 

Yet she didn’t know if she could do it. When the time came, would she pull the trigger? Or did she have to wait until she caught him in a compromising situation to justify the kill?

 

And why wasn’t Vivian giving her any messages? The last one was in the States. Was it because she was overseas?

 

Sarah shook her head at that notion.
No way. Couldn’t be. Vivian’s dead. She’s on the Other Side. My sister can travel wherever she wants to be with me.

 

A soft scuffling sound interrupted her thoughts. She looked around but couldn’t see anything or anyone close. She leaned back against the wall where she’d loitered for the past hour.

 

Why had there been no communication? Could it be because in the States when Vivian gave her direction it was more about saving those girls while here it’s all about killing Armond? Is that it? If she’s just hunting the man then she’s no better than a mercenary or an assassin hired to execute another? Would Vivian sanction that? Or were there others involved on the Other Side, directing Vivian now?

 

Sarah looked up at the dark summer sky and asked out loud, “After all the evil Armond has done, isn’t this still righteous? How come it was okay to kill him while he was in the act of harming someone but now when walking through the park it isn’t?”

 

She had come to Hungary because of Vivian. She took the money from her father for the ticket. He believed in her. And now, after a month, she was no further ahead despite taking a crash course in Hungarian, which seemed to be the hardest language in the world to understand. At least they had North American restaurants and the hotels were quite similar.

 

But that introduced another problem. She could be found here. In the States she could use motels that took cash. Here she had to use her credit card and show her passport routinely. Anyone who wanted to find her, could. She felt too exposed. Maybe Armond was watching her right now while she hunted him.

 

How crazy my life has become.

 

Sarah stepped out of the shadows and edged closer to the street. Online she had read that the eighth district was the most dangerous part of Budapest. She was sadly disappointed. Nothing at all had happened each of the nights she had come here looking to be mugged or attacked.

 

She brought no weapons of any kind. Her hands were fast enough. She had learned a few pressure points on the human body to know exactly where to touch a two hundred pound man. With her thumb alone she could have a man on the ground choking on his collapsed trachea after having applied the proper pressure.

 

Yet no one challenged her.

 

Nearing the street Sarah saw a little Lada Sputnik go by. She watched its taillights disappear down the road, leaving her alone again.

 

She started the quiet walk back to the Best Western hotel. The stupid heels she wore were getting caught on the uneven pavement and making her stumble. She stopped, reached down and took them both off. Barefoot, she continued walking the empty streets of Budapest.

 

What about saving people?

 

Why wouldn’t Vivian send her something so that she could do a few tasks, something to make her feel useful? After all, she was an Automatic Writer. Her sister had been using this talent for many years, saving so many people…and then as soon as she landed in Budapest the well went dry.

 

Something had changed. It was different now. Maybe the rules on the Other Side had been altered? There was no way for Sarah to know. She would just have to wait. Eventually Vivian would use her again. She’d make contact or Sarah would be forced to fly back to the States. What a waste of time this trip would be if she ended up at home having accomplished nothing.

 

She turned a corner and slowed up. Three men were whispering to each other on the opposite side of the street. They stood in the shadows under an awning.

 

Could this be a waste of time? Would any of them have a weapon?

 

She continued walking. But this time she acted afraid that they might see her. She stayed on her side of the street and even added a little skip in her step. As she passed the three men they turned as one and began walking on their side of the street.

 

Got their attention. Good.

 

She kept going, walking so fast now that she was almost doing a slow jog. Up ahead she saw a busier street. It had to be around three in the morning and yet every few seconds another car would pass by.

 

With the aid of a window in the side of the building she was passing Sarah could see the threesome were crossing the street behind her. They were closing the distance quickly, hoping to stop her before she got to the busier intersection.

 

Something else caught her eye. A man was leaning against a light post across the street. From the reflection in the window it appeared he was watching her.

 

She spun around and stared at him. She couldn’t see his face in the dark. He wore a hat with a small brim. After a moment of staring at each other he lowered his head a little and raised his right hand to tip the corner of his hat.

 

The three men were almost upon her now. She had to move.

 

One thing she really hated was being followed. By now she would normally have turned around and allowed them the chance to run, but she needed them close.

 

“Hey baby,” one of them yelled.

 

She turned to look at them. They were about ten feet behind her. Two of them were of a darker skin color.

 

Gypsies
.

 

She’d been warned about them. These gypsies were getting a bad name for themselves in Hungary. There was a small group of men who hunted gypsies. They committed horrible crimes, even killing gypsies. All that perpetuated was more violence and then they got themselves arrested. Who was better with that rationale?

 

Sarah faced the trio as she started to walk backwards. The busier street was just over a block away now. Even if she ran, they’d catch her.

 

The time had come.

 

“Do any of you three speak English?”

 

The white guy in the middle nodded and smiled. “I speak fluent British English. My two friends here don’t but they can basically understand you. Now tell us, what would you be doing in a neighborhood like this, dressed like that? Are you for hire?”

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