6 Sick Hipsters by Rayo Casablanca

Author:Rayo Casablanca [Casablanca, Rayo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2015-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

18

“You hear about Jakus Balk?”

It was 8 a.m. and Beth Ann was half awake, eating Cracker Jacks and watching a kung fu movie on Channel 19. She didn’t catch the title but it had something to do with dynamite and cranes.

“What about him?” Beth Ann asked.

“He’s dead,” Solange said.

“What?” Beth Ann turned the TV off.

“Someone killed him.”

“Seriously.”

“Yeah.”

“I bet I know who it was.”

“What?”

“Yeah, don’t worry . . . I’ll get it all sorted out. We’re going to take him . . .”

Beth Ann paused and wiped the encroaching crust from the corners of her eyes. She was starting to get anxious—the gears were turning—and with the bruised sunrise glazing the horizon, she worried about the night to come. She wondered if everything would go down as smoothly as T predicted. He seemed to think that this whole thing was like a game. Just a matter of snakes and ladders. Avoiding the bullets and having a good time. For some reason, only a day earlier it hadn’t bothered her a bit. It was nothing. Just a bit of violence to set the world right. It was a stitch in time. But that changed as the day blossomed and the fear of the unknown began creeping into her soul.

The one thing she wasn’t worried about, the one thing she had totally distanced herself from, was the fact that they were going to kill someone. Blood would be spilled. Yet Beth Ann was sure it would all seem cinematic. Fake like ketchup blood. Not really killing. Maybe it was that this guy was a cold blooded maniac, undeserving of life. Maybe it was that Beth Ann wouldn’t be doing the actual killing. This was going to be like a military operation. Dropping a bomb from afar. Leave it to the gang bangers.

“What?” Solange asked. “I didn’t get what you were saying.”

“Nothing. Just babbling.”

“So, what are you up to tonight?” Solange clearly wanted to meet up. “You know, we could get a drink. Talk about this new guy you met.”

“Sorry, I’ve got plans.”

“Oh yeah?”

“A party. I’d love to bring you but it’s just a small get-together at this one guy’s place and it’s going to be really mellow . . .”

“You just don’t want a stripper there, right?”

Beth Ann laughed. “Solange, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“No, it’s cool. Look, give me a call later and we’ll find a time to hook up. I don’t mean that sexually or anything. Just to talk.”

There was a long pause. Beth Ann didn’t have a response. She was far too wired to think of something clever. She asked something obvious instead, “What are you doing up so early?”

“I’ve got to dance in an hour.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“There are guys looking for tits this early? I thought most everyone would want coffee and a newspaper, not G-strings and nipples. Morning woods or something?”

“This is it, babe. My life. Appealing right?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Give me a call later and do let me know how your mellow party goes.”

“Sure.”

Beth Ann hung up and ate a few more handfuls of Cracker Jacks.

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