Legacy by Lime Craven

Author:Lime Craven [Craven, Lime]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

SEVEN YEARS AGO

Aeron

Aged 25

Loft Apartment, NYC

Tuija clatters through the front door on yet another new pair of tasteless designer heels. Tiny twin geishas encased in Perspex trot toward me, their grotesque cartoon faces only mirroring the gaping maw up top.

I’ve been on the couch for the past hour, beer in one hand and chips in the other; I tricked some sad little college sweetheart into stripping for me on a webcam, and I’ve been watching it on loop on my big screen TV. It’s the best kind of mental exercise. She has nothing on me but a fake name and photo, and wouldn’t tell me much, but I’ve analyzed her bedroom so much already that I could drop in on her later if I wanted.

God, what a picture her face would be. Must restrain myself.

Tuij plants herself in front of me, huffing in disapproval with her hands on her hips.

“I’ve warned you about using that key,” I say, peering around her to get a good look at Miss Michigan State’s bare ass.

“How can I pretend to be your girlfriend if I have to wait for you to answer the damn door? We’re meant to be committed.” She snorts. “To each other.”

I stuff a handful of chips in my mouth. “Gwen Stefani wants her cast-offs back.”

“Oh, fuck you.” She tosses something in a clear plastic bag, and it lands amid the chips with a crunch. “Harvey sent you a gift.”

I pick the bag up and blink at it a couple times. It holds a small test tube containing Ash’s cheek swab. “I asked him to test this.” I proffer it back. “Tell him I need it ASAP.”

“Yeah. No can do.” She tosses her deep red hair theatrically over her shoulder.

“What? Why?”

She glances behind at the TV screen, where my slutty co-ed is now shyly fingering one of her nipples. My voice comes over the speaker; oh, that’s good. You like that, huh?

“You disgust me,” Tuija says with a scowl. “Seriously, Hitler, you need to get laid.”

“Who says I’m not getting laid?”

“All the po—is this live?”

“No, you dumbass.” I grab the remote and switch it off, begrudgingly—on this round, I was going to zoom in on her notice board and get the name of her doctor’s office from the appointment card pinned near the top. “Why the fuck has Harvey sent my sample back? Does he know how many chocolate buttons it took to convince a one-year-old to let me take a proper swab?”

She frowns. “Are kids that young even meant to have chocolate buttons?”

“He’s still alive—don’t get your panties in a twist. I need the DNA test, Tuij.”

“He can’t run it.” She glares until I take my feet off the sofa, and then sinks down beside me in a cloud of floral abuse that I suspect is meant to be perfume. “His contact for the national database fell through.”

I scrunch a handful of chips to little splinters that grate at my palm. “So tell him to get another one.”

“Gosh, why didn’t

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