Hell or High Water 02 - Long Time Gone (MM) by SE Jakes

Author:SE Jakes [Jakes, SE]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

Before Tom could say yes or no, Prophet had disappeared. Guy was like a fucking ghost. Tom waited a few minutes then took off toward the shack at a run. Could hear Prophet’s voice in his head even now.

You really have a death wish, Cajun.

But Tom barreled in the front of the shack anyway, and Prophet just shook his head. “Really?” the bastard asked. “You waited like a second?”

“You would’ve warned me if I shouldn’t come.”

“Yeah, true.” Prophet pointed to the prone man on the floor in front of him. “You know him?”

Tom nodded. “How hard did you hit him?”

“Not hard enough,” Prophet said as the guy started moving.

“Good.” Tom bent down and searched Charlie, making sure he didn’t have any hidden weapons. He pulled out a bag of what he assumed was Charlie’s special homegrown weed. Prophet examined the baggie, and Tom told him, “It’s good shit. Grows it himself.”

Prophet raised a brow.

“It’s good shit for headaches.”

“Did you smoke when you were in the sheriff’s office?”

“It was the only way Charlie’d give me intel.”

“He’s an informant?”

“Yeah. The stoner persona helps. No one suspects he remembers anything, but the guy’s got a mind like a steel trap.”

Prophet glanced around. “He doesn’t live here, does he?”

“No. ’S’where I’d meet him, back in the day.”

“He gonna talk if I’m here?”

“Yes.” He spoke to Charlie in rapid Cajun French until the man’s eyes focused. Well, as much as they ever did. Said he’d turn him over the FBI if Charlie breathed a word of this conversation they were about to have.

That got Charlie’s attention for sure. He nodded briskly, because he always wanted to please. “I get it, Tom, but what the hell? You could just come to me. Instead, you send this asshole to—”

“What asshole’d that be?” Prophet demanded, and Charlie held up both hands.

“I’m a pacifist.”

“You’re stoned,” Prophet said.

“He says that like it’s a bad thing,” Charlie told Tom. “Maybe if he smoked a little . . .”

Tom dragged Charlie to his feet. “I’d quit while I was ahead.”

“Fine. Look man, there are drugs runnin’ through here. Comin’ down the bayou.”

“Always are. Cutting into your territory?” Tom asked.

“No way, man. I’m not talking about Mary Jane. I’m talking big shit. Special K and shit like that.”

“Any idea who?”

“Miles. Says he’s clean, but that’s bullshit.”

“Figures,” Tom said. He didn’t offer up the fact that Miles was dead. “When’s the last time you spoke to him?”

“Not since he went into that bullshit AA. I know he’s still using, but he’s not buying from me. So I followed him a couple of times last month. And I think the sheriff’s involved.”

“I’d bet on it.” Tom looked out the window. “You can head out, Charlie.”

Charlie nodded, tipped an imaginary hat in Prophet’s direction, and disappeared out the door and into the tall grasses.

“Gotta find a better class of informants,” Prophet told him.

“I think he’s lying.”

“No shit.”

“He never lied to me before.”

“And you think Charlie’s not going to mention this discussion with you to the police?”

“I told him I’d turn him over to the FBI if he talked.

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