06-06-2020, 02:20 AM
He clearly remembered that day at the barn, and it almost brought tears to his eyes. Dust. Dust from the street, obviously. Not thinking about burning down the last, sad fringes of a life he escaped only to want it back. Thing was. He didn’t want to go back. He wanted to be exactly where he was. Driving toward justice. Natalie nearby.
Theirs were sins shared. The corner of his mouth quirked at her humor. But he didn’t disagree. Whatever past life they lived, they must have eaten too many bonbons and roamed too fancy of castle halls. Because the shit going down in this life was making up for something that must have been a hell of a time. Her final comment actually slapped a pained laugh. A playful danger danced the fringes of his eyes. “Maybe in another life,” he said. Something to imagine.
The car stopped outside a house that stood out in no certain way. There was an abandoned wagon across the street, the kind a little kid may play with. Cars were jammed here and there, wedged into whatever spot they fit. Two doors down, three teenage boys kicked a soccer ball between them, showing off trick-shots and generally impressing each other.
When the curtain parted and a man peered out to check their car, Jay knew they were in the right place. He grabbed the money and seized the power before the car door even shut.
He entered cautiously, admitted by a man with a gut of a belly wearing a tank top. A pistol was holstered on his belt. He checked the money and waved him in. The rest was a regular house, but the furniture was all shoved to the walls. A series of folding tables made the center. Money was neatly stacked. Computers were set up, but none seemed new. Another man was propped on a chair in the back, feet up. The banker vaguely looked up when newcomers entered.
Jay dropped the bag on the table. The power roared within. He had to be careful. If Amengual was warned, he would disappear again. A string of Spanish was passed between the banker and his guards, but Jay caught only mentions of mundane working shit.
He spoke in Spanish, “¿Donde esta Zacarías?”
The banker blinked. Chuckles erupted from the two guards. Jay sighed, leaning over and repeating himself.
The banker was not exactly forthcoming.
But he would be.
The power made quick work of the two guards. They couldn’t be left alive. Nor could there be a disruption to the house. Anything may trigger Amengual. The kids playing soccer were most likely on his payroll, ready to text anything unusual.
Jay returned to the car with one of the laptops and barely having broken a sweat. The money was left on the table alongside the bodies. They were truly loyal to Zacarías. The banker lasted a long time before making the right choice, but he was too much a risk to let go. As much as Jay wanted, and he didn’t have time to deal with other arrangements.
Another notch to the soul no less damaging because the dead were evil men. But Jay never claimed to be the gleaming hero of the ages. Suppose it didn’t matter.
He was quiet driving out of the city. Where was mom and dad? Did Jensen make it back to the Custody or did that crazy wife of his manage to leash him into obedience? Hopefully it was the previous. Jensen was a good guy. Too good for any of them despite the demons that he wrestled daily.
For everything between him and Axel, he didn’t want him to die. “Axel and I used to talk about how we wanted to die when the time came. He preferred a sniper shot to the head. Epic. Quick. Walking along completely unaware and boom, drops.” He snapped his fingers. ”You know. Just to pass down time.”
Theirs were sins shared. The corner of his mouth quirked at her humor. But he didn’t disagree. Whatever past life they lived, they must have eaten too many bonbons and roamed too fancy of castle halls. Because the shit going down in this life was making up for something that must have been a hell of a time. Her final comment actually slapped a pained laugh. A playful danger danced the fringes of his eyes. “Maybe in another life,” he said. Something to imagine.
The car stopped outside a house that stood out in no certain way. There was an abandoned wagon across the street, the kind a little kid may play with. Cars were jammed here and there, wedged into whatever spot they fit. Two doors down, three teenage boys kicked a soccer ball between them, showing off trick-shots and generally impressing each other.
When the curtain parted and a man peered out to check their car, Jay knew they were in the right place. He grabbed the money and seized the power before the car door even shut.
He entered cautiously, admitted by a man with a gut of a belly wearing a tank top. A pistol was holstered on his belt. He checked the money and waved him in. The rest was a regular house, but the furniture was all shoved to the walls. A series of folding tables made the center. Money was neatly stacked. Computers were set up, but none seemed new. Another man was propped on a chair in the back, feet up. The banker vaguely looked up when newcomers entered.
Jay dropped the bag on the table. The power roared within. He had to be careful. If Amengual was warned, he would disappear again. A string of Spanish was passed between the banker and his guards, but Jay caught only mentions of mundane working shit.
He spoke in Spanish, “¿Donde esta Zacarías?”
The banker blinked. Chuckles erupted from the two guards. Jay sighed, leaning over and repeating himself.
The banker was not exactly forthcoming.
But he would be.
The power made quick work of the two guards. They couldn’t be left alive. Nor could there be a disruption to the house. Anything may trigger Amengual. The kids playing soccer were most likely on his payroll, ready to text anything unusual.
Jay returned to the car with one of the laptops and barely having broken a sweat. The money was left on the table alongside the bodies. They were truly loyal to Zacarías. The banker lasted a long time before making the right choice, but he was too much a risk to let go. As much as Jay wanted, and he didn’t have time to deal with other arrangements.
Another notch to the soul no less damaging because the dead were evil men. But Jay never claimed to be the gleaming hero of the ages. Suppose it didn’t matter.
He was quiet driving out of the city. Where was mom and dad? Did Jensen make it back to the Custody or did that crazy wife of his manage to leash him into obedience? Hopefully it was the previous. Jensen was a good guy. Too good for any of them despite the demons that he wrestled daily.
For everything between him and Axel, he didn’t want him to die. “Axel and I used to talk about how we wanted to die when the time came. He preferred a sniper shot to the head. Epic. Quick. Walking along completely unaware and boom, drops.” He snapped his fingers. ”You know. Just to pass down time.”
Only darkness shows you the light.