Bunker: Boxed Set (Books 4 and 5)
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There was no identification or anything useful on any of the three bodies, their tactical vests, weapons and ammo already salvaged. Frank dragged each body about two hundred yards away from his house and down wind. He would let nature’s scavengers clean up this mess.
After careful inspection of the vehicles, he found no identification in the cabs or glove boxes. Not even registration or insurance. It wasn’t until he went underneath the seat of the newer one that he found a useful clue: a yellowed receipt from Stowell Grain & Feed. The name of the purchaser on the receipt was Bart Maldonado. Frank knew Bart and his family pretty well. They didn’t see eye to eye on some things, but he certainly didn’t expect this kind of behavior from any of the Maldonados. So, probably the truck had been stolen or purchased from Bart. Most importantly, he had a place to start, which was far better than waiting around for them to attack.
After moving the terrorists’ trucks around the back of his detached garage, behind his house, he parked his truck inside and loaded up his ATV.
He would head down the mostly dry river bank that bounded the back of his property and follow it all the way to Maldonado’s. With any luck he’d find out why these terrorists invaded his property and his little community in Texas. If they were there, maybe he’d reap a little American justice and send these bastards back to Allah, gift wrapped Texas-style.
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