Fury by Ford G. M

Author:Ford, G. M. [Ford, G. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Mystery, Seattle, Hard-Boiled, Suspense, Crime
ISBN: 9780380804214
Google: l-yl4o1tEPcC
Amazon: 0380804212
Goodreads: 1425046
Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks
Published: 2001-04-24T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Thursday, September 20

3:45 P.M. Day 4 of 6

Never heard her comin’. Not till the crash of the door. Scared the shit out of him so bad he come off the bed like a rocket, seein’ nothin’ but this shape and the new hole in the Tony Hawk poster. Same goddamn place he’d spent a half hour taping up.

“You ain’t neva moved,” she said. “Your lazy ass is esactly where I left you this morning. Din I tell you to…”

Doan know what happened. It’s like a dream or something, like suddenly I’m up off the bed standin’ in front of her. With my right fist up, all shakin’ and shit.

She stepped in closer. Talkin’ right up in his face now. Her eyes bulged in her head. “You raise your hand to me? You?” She put hers on her hips. “What all the hell I done for you…and you raise your hand to me.”

It’s like my throat is closed and won’t nothin’ come out.

“The beatins I took so’s he’d leave you be, an you raise your hand to me?” Got spit in the corner of her mouth. “They usta know my name down at Community Health from all the beatins I took on your account.”

“I din mean no—” he started.

“Where you learn that shit from, Robert? You learn that from him? Things doan go right, you just slap the bitch around some. You bust her lip, she shut the fuck up. That what ‘Big Bobby Boyd’ teach you? He teach you like that?”

“I din mean—”

“You neva mean, Robert. Neva. Shit just seem to happen while you mindin’ your own business, doan it? Big Bobby Boyd neva meant it neither. You axed him, it was like it just slipped out and ended on my face. Come back all sweet and all. ‘Sorry, baby, sorry. Neva gonna happen again.’”

He sat down on the bed and rubbed his face with both hands.

“I’ll tell you, boy…may be time for me to revaluate my priorities. Yes, sir.” She wandered across the middle of the room. “Doan need no two jobs to take care of myself. No, sir. I get by just fine on my market money.”

No way he can tell her what he seen. The eyes on that motherfucker. Neva seen nothin’ like that since Randy’s big brother took all that fuckin PCP an run facefirst through the shoe-store window. Had his paint cans in his pocket and one leg over the wall when the back doors of the van popped open. Fucker come out, wearin’ rubber gloves, went over and opened the top of the Dumpster. Both lids. That’s why he didn’t split. Wasn’t the gloves. He stayed ’cause he couldn’t figure why the guy’d need to open both of them. Damn near fell off the wall when that dude come out from the van carryin’ somethin’ in his arms. Real careful puttin’ it in, leanin’ in, like arrangin’ shit. No way he can tell her about those fuckin’ eyes and the feelin’ he’s had ever since.

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