A Double Dose of Darkness by Adam Drake

Author:Adam Drake [Drake, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Adam Drake
Published: 2018-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

Wyatt

“What kind of money do you think we can get for a dead body?”

Wyatt, who was busy arranging bags of cans in his cart, paused and looked up at his friend, Ethan. “What the hell kind of question is that?”

Ethan was perched on the edge of a dumpster, legs swung over inside, ready to drop in and start hunting for recyclables. “It's a legitimate question considering I'm looking right at one.”

“No, you're not,” Wyatt said and looked both ways down the alley. The garbage truck was late which suited him fine. He and Ethan weren't done with their rounds, yet. “There is no dead body. You just don't want to work. It is your turn. We switch at the next alley over.”

Ethan stared into the dumpster and frowned. With his long white beard the expression made him look like a depressed Santa Claus. “I'm not looking to skip my turn. I'm just curious if maybe we could profit from this fella's misfortune.”

Annoyed, Wyatt dropped a shopping bag of cans into the cart with a loud clatter, and moved to the dumpster to peer over its edge.

Sure enough, the body of a man was nestled in amongst full garbage bags as if he were sleeping. But the wide vacant eyes and ashen skin made this sleep eternal.

“Well, I'll be damned,” Wyatt whispered, shocked.

“Told you,” Ethan said. “What should we do with him?”

Wyatt tore his gaze away from the body to look at Ethan. “Do with him? Why, nothing at all. That's what we do with him. What makes you think we should do anything other than get the hell out of here?”

“Well, he's in our dumpster, so technically he's ours.”

“This is not our dumpster. It's the apartment building's. Just because we dive into it every morning doesn't make the thing ours.” Wyatt pointed a finger at the dead man. “And that makes this guy the apartment manager's problem.”

Ethan shook his head. “Wyatt, buddy. You're such a negative-Nancy. But you're right, this is not our problem.”

“Damn right it's not!”

“It's our opportunity!” Ethan said and dropped inside the dumpster.

“What the hell are you doing?” Wyatt said, glancing toward the apartment building. He hoped no one came out right now, or they'd be screwed. “Get out of there!”

Ethan shifted some bags around to get a better look. He seemed absolutely fascinated with this find.

The dead man appeared to be quite young, maybe in his early twenties. He wore a dark blue jacket over a black dress shirt and black jeans. There was a tattoo on the back of one curled hand. Wyatt recognized its symbol.

“He's a Feral Kid,” Wyatt said with disgust. Maybe it was good this guy was dead. The Feral Kids were a notorious homeless gang that roamed the city, terrorizing and extorting the other homeless. Wyatt had many encounters with them over the years, none of which were pleasant.

“Yeah, you're right,” Ethan said, leaning closer.

“Can you tell how he died?” Wyatt asked, curious despite himself.

“Being a Feral Kid is how he died, I'd guess.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.