Hometown Hitman by Jacob Chance

Author:Jacob Chance [Chance, Jacob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-20T18:30:00+00:00

12

LYNCH

“What is he doing?”

“He’s signing,” Ricky explains, as if I'm serious. “Bruno will translate when he’s finished.”

“No, I mean what the fuck is he doing? Because that’s definitely not sign language.”

I watch as Cha-cha waves both of his arms around in what seems to be a random manner, that is when he’s not giving what looks like the middle finger with both hands over and over again.

“Give it a second.” Ricky seems confident. “I love watching them talk.”

I turn to Wayne, who also offers words of encouragement. “It is pretty cool.”

Cha-cha continues to flail his arms in a long series of non-repeating gestures that seem to have no discernible pattern.

Bruno, for his part, has remained locked in on his silent friend as if he understands every ridiculous movement. He nods occasionally in agreement but never interrupts.

According to my cousins on the ride here, Cha-cha and Bruno are old friends of my uncle’s from his gangster days back in Boston. They arrived up here a year after I left and have been in the Cove ever since. Cha-cha oversees all of the growing and Bruno supervises the rest of the mostly seasonal farmhands.

We were all close back in Boston, but I don’t remember them, which isn’t saying much. My uncle had a large circle of friends, so there’s no way I could have known them all.

Cha-cha abruptly stops tossing his arms around, leans against the barn door, and stares at me.

Bruno approaches me and speaks softly. “He says you look just like your father.”

Wait, what?

“He knew my father?” I’m stunned.

“We both did.” Bruno smiles at me. “And he’s right, you do look just like him.”

I’m not sure what to say. I never saw this coming. “I think I may have some questions for you both.”

“I’m sure you do.” Bruno nods his head. “You’re father was like family to us, even closer. We’d be happy to answer anything we can.”

I spend the next few minutes grilling Bruno until I’m satisfied he's telling the truth.

Cha-cha spends the entire time silently leaning against the barn door, smoking a joint and smiling at me like a long lost family member.

“You know so much about my father. Why haven’t I heard of you or met you before now?”

“After your father was killed, we learned you were here with Max. We wanted to come and see you and make sure you were doing well, but by the time we arrived you were already gone.”

What? This makes no sense. “I was here for four years.”

“We were in jail.”

“For?”

“For the armored car robbery that cost your father his life.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You were there with him?”

Bruno looks to Cha-cha, who’s already laughing.

“Always. We never pulled a job without him.”

“But you were there the day he died?” I persist.

Both their smiles fade.

“We were,” Bruno confirms.

It’s hard to know how to feel or what to say at this moment. My father’s death is a piece of my life that I needed to tuck away a long time ago. Without any hope for answers, there was never any point in even thinking about the questions.

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