Banterwith With A Gun Book 2

Banterwith With A Gun Book 2


SJ Wilke


Fiction, Mystery, Crime

Publish Date

August 22, 2021

Short Description

Banter used to work as a hired gun until she teamed up with Detective Corey Van Baine. After solving a mass murder case and him figuring out who she really is, Corey forces her into retirement. That is short-lived when a new killer stumps his department and he needs her help. Is it a serial killer, or another hired gun on a killing spree? Or something altogether different? No one can tell, but with the body count climbing, Banter finds herself enlisted to help on the case. However, a stalker is now plaguing Banter and she, who once was the hunter, is now the hunted. She must use all her skill and the advice of a five-year-old boy to survive and to crack both cases.


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Banter watched the car drive past the park for the third time. It was the same car; a dull metallic blue four-door sedan. A man was driving, but because he was wearing a plain white and beige baseball cap pulled low on his forehead. He was indescribable. She probably wouldn’t have noticed if it hadn’t been for the fact she was with Kyle, Corey’s youngest son. She was feeling somewhat protective. Kyle was her little buddy.

She also wouldn’t have been so observant if it wasn’t for the fact that she and Kyle were the only ones in the park. It was early afternoon in the middle of April and a very nice day. She had picked him up from morning kindergarten with the promise to take him to his favorite park after lunch. They were planning on being there for another hour before walking home and meeting Colo, Kyle’s brother, at the school bus stop.

Banter also might not have noticed the car if it wasn’t for how she hadperched herself on top of the swing set while Kyle was swinging with all his might below her. She had a bird’s-eye view of the entirearea.

“Did you see that?” Banter said to Kyle.

“See what?”

“When a car comes around, you should watch it and see if you’ve seen it before.”

She had been teaching him how to be careful. Kyle was too trusting of everyone.

“Oh. The blue one?”


“Baseball cap?”


Banter smiled. He had been pulling her leg and had been watching. She was pleased. He was a very smart kid; much smarter than the typical five-year-old.

She thought about Kyle’s brother, Colo. He was eight, showing all the signs that he was his father’s son and probably would become a police detective himself in due time. Kyle, however, seemed totally enamored with her and did everything she did. She was a little worried about that.

“You gonna get that swing as high as me?” she said.

Kyle giggled, losing his concentration and his momentum. He glanced up at her with a big grin, no longer trying to get the swing as high as he could. His black hair was flying about his face. He had the same brown eyes as his father. In fact, both Kyle and Colo looked like carbon copies of their father.

“Can I jump?” he said.

“No. If I don’t jump, you don’t jump.”

She rose, walking along the top of the swing set as if she was on a balance beam. At the end, she placed one foot on the swing set’s support, and then bent to take hold before sliding herself down to the ground. She brushed back her wavy brown hair.

“We gonna have to leave?” he said with a moan.

Kyle stopped the swing altogether by dragging his feet on the ground. All the mulch beneath the swing set looked worn away, probably because of how children dragged their feet like Kyle.

“That car makes me nervous. Did you get the license plate?”

Kyle shook his head. “No see.”

“Yeah,” shesaid, feeling uneasy.

The person had obscured the license plate with mud. She could only tell that it was from the same state as they were.

“Can we play ninja?” His eyes lit up.

Banter almost laughed. It was a game only she and Kyle played, and it consisted of being careful in public, especially when around strangers. Sometimes it became a game of staying invisible while on the move. The game tended to evolve for whatever situation arose.

“We can. Have to figure out where that car is and go in a different direction,” she said.

Kyle jumped up from the swing.

“Let’s go.” He had intense excitement in his eyes. “One hundred points. We gotta make it out of the park without the car seeing.”

When they played the game, she assigned goals and points for him to earn. Points seemed to be the only motivation that Kyle needed. She often wondered when he would decide he needed some reward tied to the points he earned.

“What direction do we go?” She liked having him make the decisions.

Kyle looked around before taking off at a run toward the street that was oppositefrom where the car had last disappeared. Banter followed, easily keeping up with him. Kyle skidded to a stop at the curb, did a quick look both ways, then crossed at a sprint. He dashed around a parked car and fell to the ground. Shejoined him, laying on her belly alongside him, so they could watch from under the car. They would both be able to see if a car was coming from either direction.

“Good job.”

Banter felt as much excitement as Kyle when they played the game. She loved seeing which decisions he would make.

Kyle grinned back at her.

They sat in silence for fifteen minutes. Kyle had developed an unusual sense of patience from being around her and playing the ninja game. He didn’t even fidget while they waited. Banter decided to see how long he could sit there, unless the car showed up again.

“Car,” she said in a whisper.

The same blue car cruised by slowly, taking the turn to go around the park and drive down the other side. It disappeared in the same direction it came from.

“Now what?” she said.

“We have to go ninja.”

“So, what do we do?”

“Follow it. He’s not gonna look where he’s already looked.”

He had good logic that she found impressive. She nodded her approval at him. He grinned wide.

“The person probably thinks we’ve left,” she said. “Let’s go.”

They both trotted along the street, heading in the same direction the car went. Kyle kept slightly bent over, using everycar parked along the curb for cover, amusing her sincethere weren’t enough cars to supply enough cover. However, she let him do what he felt he needed to do while she kept watch. After two blocks, they stopped at the corner, using a tree to hide themselves from one direction. This was where they had to make a turn.

“Now what?” she said to Kyle.

Kyle ducked down.

“Car,” he said in a whisper.

Banter followed suit. Kyle had heard the car just as she had spoken. The same metallic blue four-door car was coming toward them from the blind side of the tree. She pulled Kyle close, and they moved around the tree, a big mature maple, while the car drove past. She waited until the car was out of sight before they moved. It didn’t look like the driver had noticed them.

“This way,” she said, crossing the street at a jog.

The only problem she had traveling on foot with Kyle was that he couldn’t go as fast or as far as she could. She was used to jogging long distances at a pretty fast pace. However, she was working on his distance.

“You don’t have to go so fast,” she said as he was trying to race as fast as he could now that he wasn’t trying to hide behind cars. “Slower and further is just as good. We got to make it all the way home.”

She was pleased when he slowed down to a pace that she knew he could keep up for longer than a block. He managed to jog for four blocks before they stopped by another tree.

Banter let him rest. The last pass of the car had allowed her to get a better look at the license plate from both ends of the car. A few of the number and letter images were clearer, even though the person had muddied both plates. She put what she had seen to the back of her mind to let her sub-conscientious figure them out.

“Ready,” Kyle said.

Banter had to admit that he was getting better at running further and needing less rest in between.

“Two more blocks and we’re on the busy street. Can’t use our ears. Only our eyes,” she said.

He nodded and set out at a jog. Banter trotted behind him, listening hard should a car come up behind them. However, she still glanced back every half-dozen steps, just in case. They made the busy street without seeing the car. Kyle pressed the button for the crosswalk.

“I think we earned two hundred points,” Banter said, noting how tall Kyle w