Hayesville by Emmanuel Sullivan

Author:Emmanuel Sullivan [Sullivan, Emmanuel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

Three

It seemed to take forever for eight o-clock to arrive. By seven, her parents were safely off to the Robertson’s. So with her sister miles away at college, the house was empty. Just perfect for mischief. Tonight the only thing Lael had in mind was an evening at an elegant jazz club with Taron. She pictured everything in her mind as she got dressed and waited.

At eight sharp, she got a text from him.

I’m here.

She texted him back. Great. Can you do me a favor and come around the back.

Sure.

This was very much a moment were discretion mattered. Before sprinting out the back door, Lael spent another moment in the mirror. She looked gorgeous, like a stunning siren from another age. But something was missing.

She covered her eyes with sunglasses and concealed her elegant attire with a long coat. Never mind that it was a little too warm for such a wrapping; secrecy mattered more than fashion.

She scampered out to the car, ducking to avoid being spotted by a nosy neighbor or two.

“Hey, Lael!” Taron said. “We ready to rob that bank?”

“Ha ha, mister comedian. I’m just making sure I keep a low profile, that’s all.”

“No worries. My mom can get a little crazy too with me going out late,” he said, pulling off into traffic. “Luckily she doesn’t know about my brother Kenny lending his little bro his car for the evening.”

“But, um… Kenny knows he’s lending you his car, right?”

“Aw come on. I’m not a car thief – I prefer sticking to the small stuff, like planes, aircraft carriers.”

The two shared another moment that felt almost choreographed. It didn’t just feel like two people who’d been friends forever. It felt like they’d been intimate, close in a way that most people aren’t, even with their closest friends. The car and the laughter stopped at the same time, granting them a chance to share eye contact that would have felt awkward with a stranger – or even a friend.

“I can’t wait till we get there,” Lael said. “I’ve been looking forward to this since you first asked me to join you.”

“Well… the wait is over. We’re here!”

Stunned, she looked around, spotting only a rusty old building hidden between bushes and trees. “What are you talking about? This is nothing but the old glove factory.”

“That’s right,” he said, pulling a giant bag from the back seat.

“Come on, Taron, stop joking. When do we get to the club?”

“It’s no joke. This is the perfect jazz club for us right now. No ID required and great privacy.” He scooped up the bag and stepped out of the car, urging her to follow him.

When she saw him lug the bag into the old building, it was clear that he wasn’t joking. So she dragged herself out of the car and followed him inside. “Are you serious? I got all dressed up for this.”

“That’s right,” he said. “And keep your voice down. We don’t want anybody to hear us in here.”

Once inside, Lael’s mood had shifted from merely annoyed to supremely pissed off.

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