Brink (Spark City Book 1) by Cameron Coral

Author:Cameron Coral [Coral, Cameron]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2017-11-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“What the hell was that?” asked Ida after downing several large dregs from a whiskey bottle at Dox. Upon arriving, she had immediately gone to the bar and helped herself to the bottle.

Gatz came out of his office carrying a small black box. They were alone. It was after hours, and he had ushered out a bartender who stayed behind on clean-up duty.

“Will the bartender say anything about this?” asked Ida as Gatz wiped her blood from the floor. She had been bleeding steadily from her gunshot wound as they traversed the underground tunnels, finally emerging and making their way back to the city.

“He’s one of my best guys. I trust him.”

“How far do you trust him?” She took another swig. “I trust no one.”

Gatz smirked. “That explains a lot about your social life. Sit here.” He motioned for her to sit on a bar stool he had pulled out.

Ida hesitated, eying the medical kit he had produced from behind the bar. Gatz rifled through it, pulling out gauze, needle, thread, antiseptic, and a pair of tweezers.

“You won’t need those,” said Ida.

Gatz stared at her. He raised his shoulders and shrugged, waiting for her to explain.

“The tweezers. You won’t need those.” Another swig.

Gatz realized he was going to need to restock his whiskey now that Ida had entered his life. “And why is that?”

She sighed, “For some reason, when bullets or other metal enters me, it doesn’t come out.” It was Ida’s turn to shrug. “Don’t know why.” She held the bottle and pointed at her body, adopting a louder voice as the alcohol hit her system. “I’ve been shot before, trust me. I was in a war, you know.”

She was gulping the whiskey down fast, and he noticed she was starting to slur her words. He threw the tweezers back in the box and snapped it shut. “I’ll take your word for it.” He spread the other materials on the bar across a towel he had laid out. “Can you please remove your jacket?”

Feeling the effects of the booze, Ida eyed him sideways. “Why are you helping me?”

“I have a financial interest in you,” said Gatz. He picked up the antiseptic, and Ida knocked it out of his hand onto the floor. She started to pull herself off the stool, had difficulty balancing, and sat again with a thud onto the chair.

“Easy, racehorse,” said Gatz, holding her non-injured arm to steady her. Her head rolled back slightly, she looked at him cross-eyed, and then she blacked out.

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