maroochydore accommodation This is not happening. He can’t let it. He goes and he knows what will happen. He knows. “Derek…” “Hey, buddy, I’m asking a favor here, Hutto’s out with the flu. I need you on this one.” “I promised, man, I promised. I won’t disappoint her this time.” “Cross my heart we’ll have you out by one, one thirty at the latest. What do you say?”
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maroochydore accommodation Night lifts his wrist, focuses sandy eyes on his watch, “Yesterday was my Friday. I’m picking Jade up after school.” He can hear Derek chew—something disgustingly healthy he guesses. “No problem, you still can, it’s only, what, ten thirty? We’ll serve the warrant on Childs and you can be home by two easy.” Night sighs, passes the receiver to his left hand, licks peanut butter off his fingers.
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maroochydore accommodation The phone brings Night out of deep sleep. Through gaps in aluminum foil lining the windows of the travel trailer he sees light and groans. He feels for the phone on the floor, finds a shoe, a box of crackers, an open jar of peanut butter. Insistently the phone trills. He finds it, snatches it up, “Night.” “Get dressed, I’m on my way.” Only Derek. “What you talking about?”
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maroochydore accommodation After work, Night drops by a copy of his credit report and Ceridwen offers him the key. He tells her he’ll be moving in Friday night and that he’ll look at the washer then. That night he boxes up what little he has and falls asleep mouthing the dialogue along with The Maltese Falcon on the tube.
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maroochydore accommodation When on the third ring there is no answer, he slumps in his seat, takes a deep breath, eyes shut. Derek slams his door, “Off on a binge somewhere.” Night promises himself to slip her a twenty next time he sees her. “It happens.” Disgusted, hissing under his breath, Derek pulls out, grinding gravel, “Tweakers.”
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london escorts Night watches his eyes light with an idea. “And pickle.” “And pickle,” Derek repeats. “You’re not eating?” Night asks him. “You kidding? That stuff ’s poison.” Derek pats his brown bag on the seat beside him. “Tofu pudding for me.” “Poison?” Ricky says, red eyes lit with suspicion, “What you mean, poison?” “Don’t worry, man, figure of speech.” Night calms him, gives Derek an unhappy look.
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london escorts Derek orders Night his regular taco burger. He turns to Ricky, “What you having?” Back to the door, arm on the seat back, Night watches him. Wherever he is, is a long way from here. “Big Mac.” “Wrong,” Night says. “How about a taco burger? they’re pretty good.” “No, man, give me a cheeseburger.” He slurs his words like a man asleep. “With everything, extra catsup and mustard.
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london escorts you see that? She passed him something. Didn’t you say she was out?” He shrugs, keeping his eyes on the street. “That’s what she said.” Derek watches him. “She suspect you?” Of course she didn’t suspect him. He gave her no reason to.
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london escorts He has to be the one to change the story, not Linda. Night takes the car up to the pick up window. “What’s the rush? Next week’s only three days away.” Derek glances inside the window where a girl pours Night’s coffee. “Don’t like leaving things hanging, that’s all.” Is that all? Night gets his coffee, peels off the lid, makes a show of inhaling the aroma, eyes closed.
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london escorts In Night’s experience, strippers are neither healthy, nor wealthy, nor wise. “You wake her up, she won’t be able to remember who she is until she’s had her coffee and whites, you know that.” Night slips it in drive and Derek slams it back in park, leans over to Night’s window, calls to the girl at the register, “Can you do that again?”
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london escorts In Night’s experience, strippers are neither healthy, nor wealthy, nor wise. “You wake her up, she won’t be able to remember who she is until she’s had her coffee and whites, you know that.” Night slips it in drive and Derek slams it back in park, leans over to Night’s window, calls to the girl at the register, “Can you do that again?”
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london escorts She’s confused. “I forget one?” He hands her a bill. “I told him two but he’s…” He taps his temple, “You know, thanks.” Night puts on a puzzled face. “But I thought—” “You’re right,” Derek takes his cup. “Let’s give her a couple hours.” So he has two hours. Night takes them out onto Seventh. It’s not much, but it’s enough.
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london escorts When you showing me that fixer?” At the light Night thinks it over, decides it may give him the opening he needs. “How about now?” Night pulls out onto Fifth and east toward U of O. “Sure you want to see it? It’s a hell of a mess.” Derek squints at him over his coffee, “You growing dope in the basement?
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london escorts Yeah, I want to see it.” He takes them up from Fifth, turns on Fairmount, sweeps up and around the hill past the house where he will sleep tonight. From the corner of his eye he sees Derek watch it as they pass. “Two cars out front. There she is talking to a kid on the porch.” He cranes his neck as Night cruises by. “She gave him something.
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london escorts Mmm… Is there anything like the smell of fresh-brewed coffee?” He remembers and is at once sympathetic. “Oh, sorry man, I forgot.” He smiles, simulates ecstasy, “Oh, man.” He looks up to see Derek watching. “It’s not that good. Really. When we meeting her?” Derek scowls. “Ten.” “Ten? You know she’s never up before noon.” Usually true.
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carpet cleaning machines Rick comes back around the corner, tosses the balloon of crank in through the window, grabs his twenty and keeps walking. Derek drops by the office, prints out a warrant and they run it by the judge’s office for a signature. A call to the team and they meet down the block, pile into the van. They ram the door at one thirty. Night is third one in, like always.
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carpet cleaning machines That was the first thing he’s had to eat in two days.” Inside Night boils. He catches another glance at his watch. “I gave him a twenty, he’ll be all right.” Derek’s not satisfied, “That’s not like you, Man.” “Look…” Night’s had all he can take. “I need an aura reader, I’ll call one. You see what he was doing? Did you? He was playing with his food. We’d still be there.
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carpet cleaning machines What’d you do, man?” “I threw out your masterpiece is what I did, Gauguin. Here.” Night tosses a twenty in his lap, “We get done, you can get yourself another one and a forty ouncer, my treat. Right now we’re in a hurry.” Around the corner, they park, send Ricky on his errand. When he’s gone, Derek sighs. “What’s eating you
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carpet cleaning machines Night pictures Jade out waiting in front of her school, kids, cars thinning out. It’s happened before. More than once. It won’t this time. Halfway through the pile of mustard packets, burger looking like something by Dali, Night reaches back, folds it up, tosses it out the window. “Let’s go.” Derek pulls away and Rick looks up at him from under a drooping fedora, mouth open, face puzzled.
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carpet cleaning machines It’s good, you’ll like it.” They collect their order, park around the corner off the drag under a catalpa tree to eat. Night pictures Jade standing on the street waiting for him. He looks at the time—noon. He watches Rick unwrap his burger, set it in the waxed paper in his lap, spreading the wrapper out smooth with filthy hands. Then he rips open one of the ten catsups,
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carpet cleaning machines pinching it between dog-yellow teeth. As if he’s performing brain surgery, he squirts it over the open face of the patty in a geometric pattern. Night watches him do this six times. Night stuffs what’s left of his taco burger in his mouth, wads the wrapper. Night checks the time. He’s already pissed ten minutes away. This keeps up it’ll be one o’clock before he’ll be ready to start eating.
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