Angel of Vengeance by Trevor O. Munson

Author:Trevor O. Munson [Munson, Trevor O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Random House Inc Clients
Published: 2011-03-23T05:00:00+00:00

12

Vin’s place is gun-barrel dark when I get there. I decide to poke around anyway. Call it a hunch.

I enter the back way. The wrought-iron fence is just the way I left it: mangled. I slip through carrying my little doctor’s bag. I jimmy the coved doors and step like a whisper inside. The place smells of spent meth.

I haven’t been invited this time round. Too bad for Vin once is enough.

I find him sitting in darkness on the chaise lounge in the sunken living room. Even in the dark my night-vision eyes can see that he has been roughed up. His thin upper lip is swollen and one eye is puffy as a French pastry. His heartbeat is fast. I can smell the drugs in his system.

I scrape a match and light a smoke. Vin jerks like he’s on wires and gasps and twists a light on, almost knocking it over in his hurry. He seems relieved when he sees it’s me.

“Oh, it’s you,” he says.

“It’s me,” I agree.

“You scared the Christ outa me, guy. How’d you get in?”

I stab my butt doorward.

“Oh,” he says, and blinks. He fumbles for a pair of Ray-Bans next to a glass pipe on the coffee table, puts them on. He seems to draw confidence from them. “What the fuck you doin’ here anyway? You can’t just waltz into somebody’s house like this. That’s called breaking and entering where I come from.”

“Call it whatever you want,” I say.

He stares. I stare. We stare. Vin decides to change the subject. “Leroy’s lookin’ for you, ya know that?”

“That who remodeled your face for you?”

Vin nods. “Yeah, Leroy and his fuckin’ boy. What the hell were you thinkin’, messin’ with him?”

“He messed with me first.”

“Yeah well, you pissed him off big time, guy. Big time. And you dragged me right in the shit with you. He was very, very majorly fuckin’ pissed off that I gave you his number and vouched for you. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to give you up to save my own ass.”

“Well, I’m sure you held out as long as possible.”

Vin sniffs, looks at the pipe, rules it out—for now. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, right. But they were serious, you know? Leroy’s comin’ for you. I mean, you shot his ass. Not that he prolly didn’t deserve it, but he can’t afford to just let somethin’ like that go, ya know? He’s got a rep to protect. I mean, fuck.”

“Vin, shut up and look at me.” He shuts up and looks. “I didn’t come here to talk about Leroy.”

“Well, what the fuck did you come to talk about?”

“Raya Van Cleef.”

“Aw, Jesus. We already discussed all that. I told ya everything.”

I give my head a shake. I blow smoke. “Not everything. Not about what happened between you two.”

“The fuck you talkin’ about?” He gives me the corner of his eyes behind the shades. It’s funny, it seems the dumber people are, the less good they are at playing dumb.

“You know what.

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