Blood City by Jeff Seats

Author:Jeff Seats [Seats, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SD Publishing
Published: 2019-02-20T22:00:00+00:00

Nothing seemed to take hold. Honestly, she didn’t really want to try much of anything. Hanging out with her friends and smoking ganja was a whole lot easier. After a few good hits, she didn’t care about anything, especially not the white people who gave her and her posse the dirty looks as they sat on the playground equipment. When she did need some cash, there was always the strip clubs for her to perform in. If she got high enough before going out onto the stage, the experience would fade into a blur, and the old guy’s drool disappeared as she grabbed the dollar bills from their disgusting paws.

Standing on the street corner now the sun had receded to a comfortable level, she gathered her thoughts for her report to Vlad. Taking a drag from her cigarette, she casually eyeballed one target that might be ripe for the picking tonight. Naomi felt her phone vibrate. Checking it, she found she had missed several calls all from a number she didn’t recognize. But it looked like one voicemail had been left. Out of curiosity, she touched the screen to listen to it.

“Naomi. Hi. This is Uncle Jack.” Naomi dropped the phone to her side in surprise. Then she held it back up and looked at the screen again. The message had played out, so she hit the play button again.

“Naomi. Hi. This is Uncle Jack. I’m in town for a few days and would love it if I could buy you lunch or coffee or something. I . . . uh . . . your mother gave me this number and told me you might need a bit of help. Well, anyway, you have my number now. Call me. ‘Kay? Love you girl.”

Well, of all the . . .? How long had it been since she had any contact with him? He came for daddy’s funeral. Where have you been since, Mr. Army Man? She turned the phone off and placed it into her coat pocket, shaking her head. Screw you Uncle Jack!

««« ‡ »»» THE BACKGROUND SOUND of a slow drip was all that anyone could hear aside from the heavy breathing coming from the two standing before Vladimir. Up until this very moment, they believed they were going to some hip Portland party in the old Shanghai tunnels nonetheless. Upon entering the chamber though, the realization this was no party set in quickly. Their inability to turn and flee, due to the mental grip Vladimir had placed on them, was enough to tell them all was not going to be fun this evening. And as if that wasn’t enough, Stephanie was standing directly behind them almost salivating from the anticipation of the kill. A genuinely unsettling sight even through the jaded eyes of Naomi.

These two were the ones Naomi had personally selected for her master from the club. The female was barely twenty-one. New in town. One of those creative wannabes. Came to Portland because it’s weird. Sounded good to her.

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