Edgar looks at Jack with frightened eyes. Jack can see in them what he feared the most. Deception.Edgar clears his throat before he speaks. “N-n-nothing. Just a little cold coming on,” he says and quickly looks back toward Mike, who is busy trying to open one of the metal barrels inside the shed.“Well, if the shit is in there, I will buy you all the Nyquil you can handle, partner!” Jack rubs his hands together and takes a step forward toward the entrance. “Mike! What the hell is going on in there? You find anything yet?”From inside the garage, Mike curses. “No! ...Wait! Oh, shit! Jack! You have to come and see this!”Jack looks excitedly toward Edgar and walks quickly into the garage.Mike is standing over an open drum, staring hungrily into it. “Benjamins, baby,” Mike says eagerly.As Jack reaches Mike, he looks inside. A grin spreads across his face. Inside, taped bags of cocaine fill the barrel to the rim.Edgar joins the other two and whistles at the sight. “That is a shitload
Edgar stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Well, after that night at the club, I didn’t see him anymore. I thought maybe he had decided that he really didn’t want the job and went home. No big loss, right? So, one night, about a month later, I get into my car, and this guy is sitting in the back seat. I don’t know how he got in, but there he is, sitting in the back seat of my car.”“I looked into my rear view, and there was this guy sitting there. The only thing I could see was those freaky eyes. Shit! I didn’t even turn around in my seat to look at him—that’s how scary this guy was!He told me he’d come to claim that job I had for him. He said he needed a place to stay. Something told me I’d better help him. So I took him to one of my safe houses uptown. I have an apartment up there for emergencies. I had to remove all of the furniture from the room a while back because of some business that the old boss had me take care of there. It was messy, so I had it repainted totally white. I t
The car lurched backward and rolled a few feet. The headlights were destroyed; I knew they were, and the cloud/mass slammed into the crunched front of the car, sending it rolling back even further. The windshield strained, and I knew in a second I would feel those dark things at my throat as I was covered in glass.It held. But I knew it wouldn’t for long.I could not believe what was happening to me. Of all the things I’ve seen and even done in my life, this was not something I could ever have imagined.At that point, I knew I was going to die. That was a given. I was not afraid of death, per se, because in our game, it could come at any time. A made man believes his death will come quickly if he’s lucky. A bomb. A gun. A wire around the neck, like in those Mafia flicks. In ways, you can almost understand but hope you never have to experience. But no one wants to die screaming in horror. Screaming about something you don’t understand. There is no honor in that.At that point, I decid
“I understand. Can’t do this kind of work forever. Everyone needs a change.” Jack downs his drink, turning to Dan. His eyes are more serious than Dan has ever seen them.“Is there anything, in particular, you need to tell me, Daniel? I mean, this decision seems so sudden,” Jack says calmly.Dan knows he needs to maintain. He cannot show weakness at this point. Maintain.“No. Not really. I just want to be a regular Joe. That’s all, Jack.”“So it’s nothing I’ve done?” Jack asks. Dan shakes his head.Jack watches Dan for a moment, tapping his finger on the bar. Searching. Trying to figure a person out. Dan knows this. Maintain.“You know I’m not pissed about yesterday. You know, with the job and everything. Is there anything you want to tell me about that?” Jack finally asks. “Anything at all?”“We missed the hit. That’s all, Jack. Sometimes that happens, you know that ” Dan says as matter-of-factly as he can.Jack regards him a moment more. “Okay. I can live with that. Everyone makes mi
He had rambled to the back entrance of a restaurant, waiting for the proprietor to throw out some leftover food. He and his family had been living off the refuse of this establishment for weeks and were happy that none of the other homeless, hundreds by this time, had found this sweet spot. If so, he would have had to fight them off, as he had done so many times over the past year. He himself had been beaten away by various vagrants in his search for a day’s meal. Some of the homeless were freakishly strong, and he wished he had paid more attention to his weight training in school.He worried incessantly about his family and made sure they were tucked away in the safest places he could find throughout the city as he foraged for meals. Bus stations, train depots and overpasses sometimes made for safe-havens for his loved-ones. Once he found the food, he would wrap as much of it as he could in newspaper and hurry to his wife and daughter, waiting for him at the place he had left them.T
The woman and the boy turn together and walk back the way they had come. Delano watches as they disappear into the streets, just outside the fringes of the noisy park.The sun comes out in full strength now, and Delano squints as he looks into the heat of it. Just as the child said, he feels better. He always does afterward. But now he has impetus. The mission has taken on a new appearance. The weight is still on his shoulders, but now he has his second wind. He rises and walks away as the children of the playground continue to play and screech with delight, their parents looking on.Daniel hurries into his apartment and shuts the door loudly. Throwing his keys onto the table, he rushes into the bedroom and straight for his closet. Once there, he opens it and grabs a black suitcase. He lifts it out and places it on the bed. After snapping it open, he stands and stares at its contents. Inside, a large silver Desert Eagle 9mm shines menacingly back at him. Also tucked away in an insid
“When Jack asked me about it, I got scared. I didn’t tell him anything. It would have been no use. This, coupled with the fact that I want to leave anyway, makes me a marked man.” Dan laughs as he pauses and looks at her. “But you know, it’s funny. Even though it’s causing me a lot of trouble, I’m glad I saved her life.”Amy is looking hard at Dan. “Dan, I have to tell you something.”Dan stops what he is doing and stares at Amy for a long moment. Her face is filled with an emotion he cannot gauge. He sniffs a bit and looks away from her. His heart is breaking, and she hasn’t spoken yet. He kind of knew it would come to this. She’s too far gone from this kind of life. And at this time in her life, being on the run is not on the agenda. He braces himself for the punch.“I understand,” he says. “This is just a little too much for you to handle right now.” He resigns himself to the fact that he has lost her.He is utterly surprised by what happens next.“No, Dan. It’s not that at all. Pl
Swiftly, Dan whirls and lets loose with two booming shots. Even before he totally recognizes his target, Dan knows the shots are lethal. The close range and caliber of the bullets make it certain that even someone wearing armor could not survive the barrage. Once focused on the enemy behind him, Dan is amazed by what he sees.Etan takes the full force of the bullets and is staggered, only momentarily. His piercing eyes never blink throughout the onslaught. Regaining his balance, he smiles at Dan wickedly.Mike stands and rips open his coat, revealing a shredded bulletproof vest. His side is bleeding a bit, but the wound is only superficial. “Dammit! Why did you wait?” Mike screams at Etan.Etan’s gaze turns to Mike. Mike stops his rant and gawks at the sight before him. “What in God’s name…”Etan’s eyes roll to white as the grin dissipates. Veins begin to protrude in hideous lines on his face and neck as his entire body begins to tremble violently. An inhuman, guttural rumble emits fr
Feeling his back pockets, Alex told him, “Well come with me, we drops down to Bank of Montreal. I needs a bit of air, and a smoke maybe.”The door to Jimi Jak's opened, sound blowing out to the street for a moment or two and then gone, muffled inside. Alex lit his cigarette while he and Staunch went down the steps, which were now soaked in beer, streaks of blood, and littered with smoked down cigarettes butts from a successful, savage night. The Bank of Montreal only across the road from the bar, they crossed over once cars whizzed past.Nobody was inside the bank's ATM lobby. Alex passed Staunch the rest of his smoke before heading up towards the doors.“Not sure which one'll work,” Alex said thumbing through a handful of stolen debit and credit cards. “Might be a few minutes.”Alex went in to the bank machine and Staunch stood alone, drunk, in the dead of night. Occasionally, a car passed, a sound of laughter from the bar flew on the breeze, and a short time Staunch actual
Inside, the wood stove crackled nice and hot. The evening outside, even in summertime, cooled enough to put a chill in the bones. Brian and tom sat at a medium-sized kitchen table; they'd just finished off a good feed of minced moose burgers and deep-fried home fries. Don cooked a lot of things, but the boys loved their late night lunches – usually the same every time, burgers and fries or moose sausage and fries. As they relaxed in their chairs, Don brought them each a glass of ginger-ale, and a good portion of liquor for himself. The boys drank their pop and Don got his kit: one cigarette rolled, and a joint, as well.“Gimme a smoke,” Brian said, hand out.“Yeah, right,” laughed Don. “I ain't that nice, boy.”Brian laughed and Don lit his smoke.“That was wicked grub, Don,” Tommy told him. “Thanks again. Was friggin' starved.”“Today's been a long one,” said Brian.Between puffs of smoke, Don asked, “What'd you two shits get up to all day?”The boys looked nervous at one another, sl
The majority of the poor girl's murder only came back to him by way of time. Once months went by, the nauseating days of his freedom stretching on, and on, he pieced together several images from the night he first made death; him, the craftsman, making death by hand. Her throat bulged under a tight grip of his clenching fists. She tried to grab him, poke at his eyes, but the force of his hands clamping into her skin and taking the breath out of her heaving lungs kept him safe from any real damage, save a couple scratches. He did not actually orgasm; all the same, his penis shot up erect and stiff like a great monolith against her and he pressed it to her, putting the entire weight of his body down on hers, crushing the clutching bits of life from her flailing, pathetic existence still trying to hold to this world.From the start, he made a fine and thorough killer, an efficient machine created for the sole purpose of killing. Her body would never be found; it still sits buried, rotted
He lived on a decent cul-de-sac in Grand Falls, down near the river. Out back of the house sat a spacious garage separate by a large concrete pad, itself leading up into the long driveway. In the garage he had a nice spot for all his woodworking equipment: table saw, bench, racks of drills, hammers, handsaws, wrenches, and plenty of storage space for fresh wood and the like. At the back of the garage stood a door, behind the door, a room, and in that room were secrets. Locked away with only him and the stale air of the garage's workshop, those secrets grew, multiplied like mould in the dark, and he had a place where his wife would not disturb him; she left him to his business, and without her knowledge his rotten secrets, only coming out when he wanted her there. The man even installed a state-of-the-art security system for the entire property, including the garage, which came with intercoms; often, he would simply call his wife on the intercom to let her know it was fine to bring him
Back over under the Canopy and its branchy cover, Tommy and Brian stopped in an inlet of trees and alder bush. They were scared. Still, the boys were beyond determined to be done with the whole situation. Only trouble was neither of them, with all their heart, wanted to relinquish their hold on the money, those pieces of jewelry, all of that. Even as all the trouble of the world might perilously be wavering only inches above their heads, like one of those cartoons were an anvil hangs on a thread about the coyote's head, all Brian or Tom managed to see were the endless possibilities the contents of that bag could provide them; the images of a future path different than their own dominated them, overthrew those young and impressionable minds.“We could just toss the duffel bag in the woods someplace,” Brian remarked; half sure of himself, half kidding himself.The look gave his friend spoke enough on its own.“This is fucked up.”“We can't just get rid of it – not now,” Tom told him.“Y
Then, Staunch saw the wide birch shooting up near the lake's edge. His heart pumped in short bursts, rapid, and then short, slow again; a combination of nervous fear and the traces of meth still beating around in his brain. Alex stepped ahead of Staunch, who straddled behind wanting to stay but needing to follow. The hole sat only feet away now, closer with each and every stumble. Any minute now they would be right upon it. Stopped for a breath, frozen even in the pulsing rays of daylight, Staunch collected his emotions, his swollen and frayed nerves like wounded and exposed electrical wires, and he caught up to Alex . The two men stepped in around the birch alongside one another, with its hollowed middle, and Alex knelt, no words, at the edge of a roughly bore hole in the muggy earth; a hole where once they deposited all their stolen goods, a hole now empty, void.“Why'd you push me in the fuckin' trees like that?”“I just told ya,” Brian said, “there were people comin' and I di
The car parked a few lengths away from them. Two men got out of the driver and passenger sides; they looked normal mostly. One man – tall, tattooed and fairly muscular, the type who spends his free time lifting weights and self-obsessing over the tone of their muscles, bronzed and starved to death – went to the trunk, as the other – smaller, not much, than the other, and with the look of still being in high school due to his teenage way of dressing, but donning a cane in one hand, limping considerably and aching from an obvious back injury – looked to be moving slowly towards Alex and Staunch. They both walked towards the waiting Firebird.Staunch and Alex each got out and greeted the men.The smaller one extended a hand. “You Alex ?” He shook Alex 's hand. Turning to Staunch he asked, “And that must make you – what's it – Stench?”Alex cackled a dry couching laugh. “It's Staunch, actually.”“Shit, sorry.”Staunch looked calm, but underneath a volcano boiled, bubbled fierce in
Brian understood. He knew now, and along really, what Tommy felt wasn't a mental illness, a real delusion making him paranoid and insane; they both felt it, in different ways. It was the yearning for a new and different life instead of the shit existence they'd both experience up until now. While Brian and Tommy tried to create their own identities and shape the future of their lives, no matter how savagely they fought to do so, they were and always would be inhibited by the families which gave them life, shackled to a dirty destiny. Their parents each were destructive and heartless people; more concerned with their own lives and failed expectations and schemes than bothering to worry about the tiny, lonely humans they created from thin air, leaving them to grow into ungardened plants with no discernible paths ahead of them aside from anguish, despair, torment, and days on this wretched earth long and hard as the road to Hell.This gauntlet of living is what truly made Tommy lie and c
Brian decided it best to save his breath for the walk out from the station, especially considering Tommy planned to dig in three different places all around the area. He kept seeing more money, enough to dive into like Scrooge McDuck, and the thought made everything else fade away.But Brian's conscience, the well of his soul, wouldn't let him rest comfortably. He knew letting Tommy's delusion go on was risky; for days on days now, near a week, Tom has talked of nothing aside from the treasure, pirates, and all the like, and it slowly consumed his sanity, each day that passed. He kept on letting Tom pursue the dream of a legend that most likely was not true, in the slightest, and his spying conscience eyed him, judging, and made him feel as if his entire body were slowly being torn into quarters, drawn by horses, his every fibre wrenched in pain. Yet nothing stopped Brian. He certainly made no real efforts to curb Tommy's lust for treasure hunting.He went on watching Tom, who took hi