I don’t know how the fuck we managed it but we both slept. Sort of anyway. Every couple of hours I’d still get up out of a cold sleep and look around, make sure nobody’d come through the fucking door in the night to whack me.
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Wolves hunting rabbits. Fucking rabbit’s zigging and zagging all over the place, right under the jaws of that wolf. Somebody’s always fucking dinner. That’s one of the things I picked up from watching all those shows since Matty’s been gone.
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I like just driving.
We’re not in the city anymore and I can feel that coming off me. I’m always careful but there’s something about being in the country that makes it easy to not be so careful all the time. Continue reading
“You’re late, Taylor.”
That’s what that fucker Teddy gets out at me when I get to the phone booth round back of the gas station I’m s’posed to stop at. Picked up before it hardly got through ringing the one time. Like he was waiting. Continue reading
Sit on the fire escape, with a cup of coffee, and watch her paint, through the open window. Brown black, blue black, green black. She’s lost in it. Listening to a voice only she can hear. Every once in a while holding the brush in her teeth, moving the paint with her hands, as though the brush isn’t enough to express the darkness, the stillness, inside her. She never paints daylight scenes. Says there’s no depth to it. Says that in darkness we expose ourselves.
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He kisses me, maybe to stop me from saying anything. What could either of us say anyways? There are things that just are because they are. Fate. They can’t be explained, and maybe shouldn’t be. So he kisses me. Sometimes it’s better to just be quiet. It’s not complicated.
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She’s safe. I’d say Matty and I were even. If I was keeping score. I always knew that Matty felt he owed me, after I took that shot for him in Montana. Never realized how far he would be willing to go to make it right. How hard he was willing to push back, just to go clean. Maybe he can’t help it that he takes advantage, it’s not like I’ve ever called him on it.
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They’d been coming in, in one’s and two’s, for the back half of the night. It had been let slip that all of us would be here, alone. That I would be here. Seems that I was the clincher, it being the second time I had pulled a shotgun in the bar, against these guys.
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Matty and Sal are playing a fucking dangerous game with these two. The Novo brothers, Tony and Nick. A team of assassins. Not really tied to any particular family. Will work for whoever will pay them. It’s too late to get Christine out now. Too late by far. Any attempt to run will just draw their attention all the more. The last thing you want is these two to notice you, to know that you’re afraid of them. All that’s left is to see this through.
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Can’t help but be happy with myself, her legs shaking just a little, as I watch her hips sway, making her way to the bathroom. I’ll join her in a minute. I’m a little shaky myself. At this pace we’ll both be dead in a week. Not a bad way to go.
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