Dark Wave by David F. Berens

Author:David F. Berens [Berens, David F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Finegan Press
Published: 2017-11-24T22:00:00+00:00

22

G.P.S.

Eddie Vargo and T.D. rolled up to the garage where all their business deals originated. The glass door that served as a decoy read had a sign that DISTRIBUTION OFFICE. Distribution was pretty close to a legitimate description, but nobody would think to walk in and ask for their services… nobody that didn’t understand what they were really doing, anyway. Eddie unlocked the door and whisked in with meanness on his mind.

“T.D., you get on that damn phone,” he said, pointing to a small desk with a fake plant, a laptop, and a landline office phone sitting on it, “and call the Enterprise people. Tell them you saw an abandoned car at the airport charging station with their name on it. Tell them you’re with the police and you need to know who rented it. If it’s some pimply-faced part-time kid, you’ll get a name. When you get that name, you track ‘em down. When you track ‘em down, you make sure to bring ‘em back here to me. Got me?”

“Yeah, boss.” T.D. sat down at the desk and started clicking on his cell phone. “You think it was the airport Enterprise, boss?”

“I dunno, and I don’t care,” Eddie said. “Call ‘em all… every one of ‘em within two-hundred miles.” He stomped around the office a few times, his footsteps echoing around the near empty room. “And what about the number?” he asked. “Ain’t there no way we can trace it? Or track it? Or some shit like dat?”

“I don’ know, boss,” T.D. said with a shrug of his massive shoulders.

“Well, find that out, you got me?”

“Yeah, boss.”

Eddie made a few more circles around the room, his hands wringing furiously. “And banks,” – he pointed a finger at T.D. – “you got any buddies at any banks in town?”

“I… uh…” T.D. stuttered.

“Somebody’s gonna be depositin’ a big chunk o’ change, ya know?”

“That’s right.”

“So, I don’t care if you gotta go to the bank and muscle down on some tellers,” Eddie growled, “I wanna know ‘bout any sudden new riches comin’ in.”

T.D. nodded uncertainly.

“C’mon T.D.,” said Eddie, exhaling, “there’s gotta be somebody who knows what the hell happened today.”

“What about them kids at SCAD?” T.D. asked, “the ones who was friends wi’ that kid.”

“Huh?” Eddie squinted his eyes.

“You know, the black kid.” T.D. held up a finger; someone had picked up at Enterprise.

Eddie listened quietly as T.D. spoke to the clerk. The conversation sounded like it was going well. T.D. never even raised his voice. He politely told the clerk he was thinking about renting a car like the Honda he had seen on his way out of the airport and did they have one like it. After a few minutes, T.D. hung up the phone.

“Good news, boss,” he said proudly and holding up a piece of paper, “the car was turned in a few minutes ago.”

“You gotta be freakin’ kiddin’ me,” Eddie snorted. “So, the rat fink went back to the car?”

T.D. shrugged his gargantuan shoulders again. “I guess so, boss.

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