Ebola K Trilogy: The Complete Post Apocalyptic Box Set by Adair Bobby

Author:Adair, Bobby [Adair, Bobby]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Beezle Media, LLC
Published: 2020-02-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 59

“All I’m saying, butt-wipe, is I got things to do today. I don’t know why we’re driving all the way to this part of town just so you can show me some surprise.”

Jimmy made a left turn off the highway exit ramp and then looked over at Larry, asking himself for the thousandth time why he didn’t find a new partner. The answer was always the same. Well, the answer became the same through the years, after Jimmy developed the capacity to be honest with himself on the subject. Jimmy was too lazy to find somebody else. Larry was loyal enough, productive enough, predictable, and easily manipulated. “It’ll be just a few more minutes.”

Larry huffed and looked out the window. “All these people down here got their big-ass cracker box houses. Bunch of soccer-mom stickers on the windows of their SUVs. They make me sick.”

“Uh-huh,” Jimmy agreed, though he didn’t care.

“Look around man,” Larry pointed down a side street. “Every lawn is mowed and the bushes are all trimmed. You don’t see no brown grass. Nobody’s got a car up on blocks anywhere. Rich fucks. Dentists and lawyers, all of ‘em, I’ll bet.”

“Probably.” Jimmy stopped at a red light.

“No potholes,” Larry groused. “That’s why we got potholes in our streets. All the tax money goes here to make sure their streets are perfect.” Larry pointed at the road ahead of the truck as his anger grew. “Look, man, you see?”

Jimmy nodded as they passed the second road repair crew in just as many blocks.

“Perfectly smooth roads. This place makes me sick.”

“Then you’ll be happy in a minute,” Jimmy told Larry when the light changed.

Larry looked out his side window and said nothing. Jimmy, happy for a respite from the complaining, said nothing more as he drove the truck through two more stoplights. The wide street climbed a hill, and just past the crest, Jimmy took a left turn into a complex of expensive-looking townhouses with perfectly manicured landscaping.

“What’s this?” Larry asked as they drove onto a street between rows of new-looking townhouses sided in old-looking bricks.

Jimmy looked at the map on his phone and slowed the truck as he did so. He looked up at a street sign, then back down at his phone.

Larry asked, “What road you lookin’ for?”

“This is it.” Jimmy took a left turn. A block down, Jimmy made another left turn and slowed to look at the numbers on the sides of the buildings.

“Whose house we lookin’ for?” Larry asked.

At a curve in the road, Jimmy pulled over and parked, but left the engine running. Jimmy looked at the buildings again and pointed to a townhouse on the end of a building. “Paul Cooper.”

Larry looked at Jimmy while he tried to make the mental connection. His face turned to anger, but he said nothing.

“The guy in the news,” Jimmy hinted.

Larry looked back at the building. “The guy in—the guy who infected himself with Ebola?”

“That guy,” Jimmy confirmed.

“He’s in there?” Larry asked.

Jimmy shrugged. “I doubt it. Last I saw on TV, he was still in the hospital.

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