AfterLife~Bargaining by Scarlett Whispers

Author:Scarlett Whispers [Whispers, Scarlett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

O’Dell changed his mind about going to talk to Sam half a dozen times while taking his morning shower. And then a further dozen times while sat on the bus.

Molly had a guy sit on her, which wasn’t the most pleasant experience in the world. He had to be two hundred pounds. Why couldn’t one of the Hugo Boss models take the 390 bus to town?

Each time O’Dell had second thoughts, Molly was quick to begin her green bottles song over again. It was enough to make O’Dell turn on the spot and continue on their journey.

O’Dell had as many excuses for why he didn’t want to go downtown as he had strands of hair on his head.

“I hate downtown,” O’Dell said. “It smells and the people are up themselves.”

“I hate taking the bus,” O’Dell would say next. “If you want me to go to see this guy, you should be the one to organize my transport. And pay for it too. Why do I have to be the one to pay for it?”

“I hate weather like this,” O’Dell said a minute later. “Makes me want to sit and cry.”

Finally out of excuses, he resorted to making unhappy grunting noises designed, Molly suspected, to draw as much sympathy for him as possible. None of it worked. When Molly had a goal in mind, no one and nothing could stop her from achieving it.

If Molly didn’t know where O’Dell lived she suspected he would have hightailed from her the first moment he could.

How someone could hate downtown when they lived in the cesspool of town, Molly didn’t know. But Molly didn’t care. She was focused on the task at hand, and she wasn’t about to change her mind now. No matter how much he complained. Molly needed him.

Molly had met criminals like him before. They were not bad people. Often they needed a life lesson in morals or, in O’Dell’s case, an upgrade in self-confidence. He was an entirely different animal to Wayne Lopez.

“Down here,” Molly said, taking them down a narrow alley.

O’Dell sighed.

“So, what’s your big plan to get him to listen to me?” he said.

“Just talk to him,” Molly said. “He’ll listen.”

“And what about when he recognizes my voice?” O’Dell said. “After he punches me in the face and leaves me for dead?”

Molly smiled at the idea of that.

“That’s not going to happen,” she said. “You don’t know him. And a good thing too. If it were someone you knew, they’d be guaranteed to punch you in the face.”

“Ha,” O’Dell said. “I didn’t know ghosts could have senses of humor.”

“To be with you, I think I need one,” Molly said.

O’Dell grumbled under his breath.

“And you’re sure he’ll listen?” O’Dell said.

“Of course he will,” Molly said. “It’s the truth.”

Molly blinked. She hadn’t considered the idea that he wouldn’t listen. When something was so obvious to you, the cold hard truth, it was hard to believe someone else wouldn’t believe it.

But what was her evidence, exactly? How could she prove

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