I Kill Monsters by Dennis Liggio

Author:Dennis Liggio [Liggio, Dennis]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Fantasy, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9781505719093
Amazon: 1505719097
Goodreads: 24820727
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2015-01-29T11:00:00+00:00

Strangely, I was somewhat rested for my next day of work. We had gotten home from our little excursion and gotten drunk at a decent hour. After we had talked, Mikkel had put on Pink Floyd's The Wall. Mikkel is a heavy cinephile. Permanent Netflix subscription, lots of Criterion edition movies, and a movie collection that overflowed off his shelves. My occupation of the couch had been putting a halt to him watching movies on the big TV when drunk, and he decided that I'd just have to deal with The Wall. Luckily, it was slow enough that I drifted off to a nice sleep. Mikkel was just finishing the old Bakshi Wizards when I woke up. No sanitation work meant he was getting ready to go to sleep.

"Oh, look who's our morning sunshine," he said chidingly as I peered out of the blankets in my groggy state.

"You're the one with dark circles under his eyes," I said.

"Well, yeah, staying up all night and drinking a whole bottle of Makers will make you tired. Luckily, I'm going to sleep now. You're the one who has to work," he said, putting a cigarette out in an ash tray and wandering toward the bedroom.

"Thanks for the morning pep talk," I said.

"Don't mention it," he said. "All part of the Mikkel experience."

I wanted to make some snide comment about his girlfriends getting the Mikkel experience, but he closed the bedroom door before I had thought of anything halfway witty. So I fixed myself a cup of coffee instead.

I'm not sure if it was getting a good night's sleep, getting a good night's drunk, or just a side effect of not running for my life, but work wasn't so bad. I didn't hate my customers as much as usual. Frank didn't seem quite as douchey as usual. I may have even laughed at his lame joke at one point. And I also wasn't angry at Yasmin. That conflict had dulled in my mind. Of course, that didn't mean I went out of my way to talk to her. Or that she talked to me. But it felt slightly less tense, and less awkward glares were hurled across the aisle.

Lunchtime meant another lame Hot Pocket and checking my work email. It meant another email from E. He or she acknowledged what we did (but not my anger) and said we should meet. No apologies about the situation last night, about the risk to our lives, or about telling us nothing we needed to know. It was an email solely about meeting. And it was even evasive. Basically we'd set the time, and right beforehand E would give us the meeting place. Few things say paranoid and flighty than last minute meeting locations. I guess paranoid went well with identifying yourself only by a single letter of the alphabet.

At 3pm, I got a text from Mikkel. I need you here ASAP.

I cursed. That meant I needed to bail on work. If someone else sent me a text like that, I'd take it with a grain of salt.

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