Dark Duet by Eric Beetner

Author:Eric Beetner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Down & Out Books

CHAPTER 2

Garret drove, even though it was Trip’s car.

“They saw me. They saw me, man. I know it.” Trip held his ankle as he rambled from the passenger seat. Kyle huddled low in the back.

“What the fuck was that?” Garret said. “That was a dead guy, right?”

Kyle’s voice broke like he was going through a second puberty. “I fucking fell right on it.”

“Who are these guys?” Garret asked.

“I don’t know, man.” Trip said. “I told you they were shady.”

“No, you said they were dicks who wouldn’t let you read the Playboys even when there were no customers. You didn’t say they kill people.”

Garret slowed the car, checking the rearview first. Getting pulled over would not be a good end to an already monumentally shitty evening.

“Look,” Trip said, “I don’t know what the hell that was all about. But I’m telling you, they saw my face. They know me, man. They know what we saw.”

Garret shook his head. “It was so dark in there.”

“Yeah, but—”

“So what if they did see you? What are they gonna do—call the cops on us for breaking in? We saw them carrying a dead body. And heard how they were gonna make it look like a robbery. We shouldn’t be afraid of them, they should be afraid of us.”

The fear was palpable in Kyle’s voice. “So you think we should go to the cops?”

“No. I don’t,” Garret said. He turned over his shoulder to look at Kyle. “We were committing a crime when we saw what we saw. Did you forget that?”

“Wouldn’t your dad understand?”

“Fuck, no.” Garret almost laughed at the thought. His dad, the new sheriff, a man with an almost unbreakable sense of right and wrong.

“So what do we do?”

“Nothing. They don’t want it out, what we’ve seen, and we don’t want it out. We stay quiet and so will they.”

Trip rubbed his ankle more. “But a guy’s dead.”

“And he’ll still be dead no matter what we say.”

It was Garret’s turn to wield a little peer pressure, to tilt the world his direction for a change. One of non-confrontation. Of avoidance. The life of a wallflower, a bench sitter, and proud of it. You never see the dead bodies from the sidelines or the shadows. If they’d only listened to him earlier, they’d all be sitting around watching The Thing again with a Big Trouble in Little China chaser.

“Fuck, man, my ankle hurts.” Trip shut his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

Garret stared at the road ahead, leading home. To safety. “Yeah,” he said. “Better than a bullet in the back.”

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