Wake Up Dead
“THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Popeye’s shaved head drummed against the bottom of the glove box as another spasm of terror shook him. The dealer was folded into the hollow beneath the dash of the Hyundai, skinny arms wrapping his legs, leaking nose squashed up against his knees.
Billy sat behind the wheel, watching the tik house, feeling salt sweat tracing the landscape of puckered scar tissue on his chest and back. Burning like a bastard.
A chopped Beemer, sporting fat tires and mags, bodywork sprayed a... backyard shade of blue, was parked outside the house. As he’d slowed the rental car half a block back, Billy had seen two guys—probably still in their teens—leave the BMW and slope into the house. The designer wear that hung from their scrawny asses could feed this street for a week.
Merchants. Dealers. Higher on the food chain than the pathetic fucker who shivered beside Billy. Or maybe less in love with what they sold. Give them time.
Money was changing hands in the tik house. Friday was a busy day, and the cookers would have been working a twenty-four-hour shift, supplying the dealers ahead of the weekend rush.MoreLess
Popeye’s shaved head drummed against the bottom of the glove box as another spasm of terror shook him. The dealer was folded into the hollow beneath the dash of the Hyundai, skinny arms wrapping his legs, leaking nose squashed up against his knees.
Billy sat behind the wheel, watching the tik house, feeling salt sweat tracing the landscape of puckered scar tissue on his chest and back. Burning like a bastard.
A chopped Beemer, sporting fat tires and mags, bodywork sprayed a... backyard shade of blue, was parked outside the house. As he’d slowed the rental car half a block back, Billy had seen two guys—probably still in their teens—leave the BMW and slope into the house. The designer wear that hung from their scrawny asses could feed this street for a week.
Merchants. Dealers. Higher on the food chain than the pathetic fucker who shivered beside Billy. Or maybe less in love with what they sold. Give them time.
Money was changing hands in the tik house. Friday was a busy day, and the cookers would have been working a twenty-four-hour shift, supplying the dealers ahead of the weekend rush.MoreLess
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