Dying for a Fix by G. K. Parks

Dying for a Fix by G. K. Parks

Author:G. K. Parks [Parks, G. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Modus Operandi
Published: 2015-04-27T22:00:00+00:00


Twenty-three

The next day, I woke around noon. It was the first time I’d ever managed to sleep in that apartment for more than a couple of hours. Obviously, after the ordeal Saturday night, I wasn’t at a hundred percent. My hip was sore, and I knew it was important to follow doctor’s orders. RICE - rest, ice, compress, and elevate. Too bad waitressing at a strip joint wasn’t conducive to medical advice.

The R aspect was rather touch and go since chairs and air mattresses didn’t really count as rest, but I’d been elevating and icing the injury as much as possible. Walking was slightly less painful today, but I shouldn’t stretch, run, or otherwise engage in physical activity until the strains and tears had a chance to repair themselves. Deciding to do my best to take it easy, I grabbed my gym bag, dropped the memory card from the night before into the bottom of my sneakers, made sure I had my outfit for the club, and slipped my nine millimeter into my purse. Without the bulky parka, I couldn’t conceal the handgun underneath my sweatshirt and risk Francisco discovering it again. After making sure everything damning was well-hidden, I slowly made it down the steps and out the front door. Francisco was waiting in the alley near the dumpster.

“Hey,” he bounded up, “where are you going?”

“The gym. Then work.”

“Did you forget what we talked about?”

“No, but I thought you were dropping the product off at the Black Cat like you did the other day.”

“It’s already there. Inside your locker. Additional instructions are written on a slip of paper.”

“Okay.” I shivered and hugged myself to keep warm.

“What happened to your coat?”

“The police took it as evidence.”

“And your leg is pretty banged up,” he commented, noticing the slight limp to my gait. “So why are you going to the gym?”

“I hate to break it to you, but I still have to keep the abs in shape. Clubs fire girls for flab. So I don’t have much of a choice.”

Continuing to the bus stop, I took a seat and tried to ignore his watchful stare. C’mon, Parker, focus, my mind ordered. Normally, I was better at reading people, but Francisco was far too contradictory in his actions to make his motives clear. He might suspect the untruthfulness of my statements, or he simply wanted to make his dominance apparent in every aspect of my life. Alexia Nicholson didn’t need to account for every minute of her day, but Francisco failed to agree.

When the bus arrived, I climbed on board and took a seat at the back. I didn’t recognize anyone, and after exiting at the proper stop for the gym, I checked again for signs of a tail. As soon as I was sure no one was following me, I ducked into the ladies’ locker room and deposited the intel inside the agreed upon locker. Then I went into one of the empty changing stalls, pulled the curtain, and waited a half hour before leaving.



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