Jack Wakes Up by Seth" "Harwood"

Author:Seth" "Harwood" [Harwood, Seth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scribl
Published: 2019-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

The van drops them off at another Asian auto repair shop, this one somewhere in the Tenderloin. The two guys let them out without saying anything else.

Vlade walks up to the front window, says something to the passenger, and hands him a few bills. The guy reaches behind him and pulls the side door shut as the van drives off. Jack can see the Mustang right away, a new tire on the back wheel, and hopes that Al and David didn’t drive her here on the flat, knows they probably did.

He walks over to his car, looking at the bullet holes, and counts them again, three in the door and two on the side of the trunk. He runs his hand across the door, feeling the welts, rests his head on the top. “Fuck,” he whispers. He gets down low and crouches to see the holes, looks at each one to see if it went through. In the backseat, it looks like a bullet went through the door, but he can’t see any damage inside.

He opens the door, and slumps down into the driver’s seat tired and somewhat defeated. The pristine body of a ‘66 Mustang Fastback does not come into one’s life often. And now Jack’s is gone. His hearing is still partly wrecked too, and now he and the Czechs are probably wanted by the police. Or they will be. He closes the door behind him to sit in the quiet of the car’s interior by himself. Outside, the Czechs are talking, gesturing with their arms. After a few breaths, Jack takes the cell phone out of his jacket: no calls. They have less than an hour to get to where they’re supposed to meet the Colombian. He figures he’ll probably be hearing from Hopkins about what just happened before the hour’s up, if not sooner.

Vlade comes over to the car and taps on the passenger window, so Jack reaches over and unlocks the door. Vlade gets in, sits down, and starts talking to Jack.

Jack looks at his face, trying to get a sense about what Vlade’s saying.

“What? My hearing’s fucking fucked.” Jack points to his ears. “They shot up my car.”

Vlade holds up his hand and rubs his thumb against his first two fingers: money. “You want to go back to the hotel and get the money for the meet?” Jack asks. Vlade nods. “Good,” Jack says. “Something should come out of this.” Vlade nods again. Then he reaches across the seat and takes Jack’s face in both hands, pulling him forward. Normally, Jack wouldn’t be comfortable with this, but right about now, with the world a quiet ringing place, a little human contact seems to narrow his spectrum in a good way. Vlade’s face looks serious, but his eyes are calm, relaxed.

“Jack,” he says. He may be shouting. By the look of his face, he probably is. But Jack can just barely hear him, make out what he’s saying by reading his lips.

“You are okay?”

Jack nods.

“Good,” Vlade says.

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