Chasing the Dragon: Dark Vigilante Justice Thriller Novel by Towse Mark

Author:Towse, Mark [Towse, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EERIE RIVER PUBLISHING
Published: 2024-03-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine: Butter Balls

Tucked in behind a garbage can, I study the three of them through the window, the two lunkheads sitting wide-eyed on the centre bench, Butter Balls spreading something out before them. Their voices are muffled, but it doesn’t take a genius to work out they’re not discussing which laundry powder is best for whites. From behind the car, Reggie gives me a sign that he’s ready to rumble. Time for action, and with a hobo as my sidekick, what could go wrong?

Inhale. Exhale.

I’m so sorry, Vera, my love, but Mama’s right: Can’t sit back and watch, or you’re only as good as them.

You’re just part of the chaos now, a quitter like the rest.

I hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.

Three.

Two. Wait, wait, wait. What if it’s a trap? Others hiding in the shadows, ready to rush me? Did Tom and Bernie blab, I wonder? Nah, they’d be too shit scared, surely. I glance over my shoulder and offer a final nod to Reggie. Okay. Okay. Heart in my mouth, I raise my hand, count to three one last time, and bring it back down.

SMASH!

The relative silence of early morning crashes around us, an explosion of shattering glass bringing a sense of urgency and panic to the air. The alarm on the car sounds, offering a high-pitched wail as if the vehicle protests at being woken from a slumber. Lunkheads one and two are on their feet, making a rush towards Reggie, who flicks the bird as he heads for the shadows. “Suck my dick,” he yells, without earnestness on this occasion.

“Bring that fucking turd before me, so help me God,” I hear Butter Balls scream through the glass, eyes bulging from her massive head.

Run, Reggie, run!

Dirty coattails flap around Reggie’s worn-out shoes as he continues running in anything but a straight line, dark water splashing on either side of him. The lunkheads are closing in, but I’ve no doubt my new friend knows this shitty little town and all its seedy hiding spots like the back of a bottle of cheap whisky. I wait until all three disappear into the shadows before turning my attention back to the launderette, hoping Reggie will keep them occupied for some time. Returning early and empty-handed would certainly not be in their best interests.

BOSS FIGHT.

My body offers a violent shudder as I study the powerhouse still sitting on the bench, shaking her head as she returns to her business. It has to be now. No time for hesitation. But Jesus Christ, look at the arms on the fucker. And the tattoo-covered, tree-trunk legs have me wondering whether anyone has ever been brave enough to venture between them.

Focus, Simon, I mean Reformo, for fuck’s sake.

Inching closer, tucking in behind the signage, I feel inferior, no match for the tank inside. My heart thunders, blood whooshes in my ears, and my limbs feel as leaden as in the black water. Come on. Come on!

Weak as piss, just like your father.

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