Kraj the Enforcer by Rusty Barnes

Author:Rusty Barnes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Down & Out Books

The phone rang. “Wake up, prick,” Mikael said. It was 2 p.m.

“How’d you know I was sleeping?” Kraj said, suspicious. He parted the curtains to see if anyone was spying on him. All he saw was the Metzger’s furniture being loaded into a yellow Penske truck.

“You were up all night. What else would you be doing?” It was a good point, Kraj thought.

“What do you want, Mikael?”

“Uh, Ricky wanted me to call you. There may be some heat headed your way.”

“From NY, eh? I already figured that out.”

“You’re a smart boy. Grab your girl and go.”

“Where to go?” Kraj said.

“I don’t know. Go hide somewhere for a couple weeks. Ricky gave you enough money to float you for a while.” The envelope. Kraj had forgotten it. He dug in his pocket and got the thing. It felt heavier than he’d remembered.

“Hold on,” Kraj said. He put the phone down and ripped open the envelope. He counted quickly, even though the bills were still banded. Ten thousand dollars. He blew out his breath.

“How am I supposed to live on this?” Kraj said. Squeeze him, Kraj thought.

“For at least a month,” Mikael said. So Mikael knew how much was in it. Kraj felt the itch of pursuit. Every moment spent talking seemed like a goombah getting closer to him, or worse, to Cami.

“Fine,” Kraj said. “I’ll go—”

“No more. I don’t want to know,” Mikael said. “Just get the fuck out.” Kraj hung up the phone. He speed-dialed Cami, who was working until five, and left a message for her to come immediately. He pulled a duffel bag out from under the bed. Sawed-off 12 gauge. Walther .380. His Colt Python .357. An Airweight .38 for Cami. He loaded them all, then wrapped a box of ammunition each in a couple sweatshirts, and added them to the bag. T-shirts, underwear, jeans, a pair of khaki shorts, five shirts, a package of socks. Boots and sneakers. Deodorant. Toothbrush. He threw all of Cami’s clothes into two suitcases and locked them. It was nearly three thirty. He knew sometimes the fast food business really kicked up in the afternoon, but why hadn’t Cami checked her messages?

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