My Darkest Prayer by Cosby S. A

Author:Cosby, S. A. [Cosby, S. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, thriller, Crime, Suspense, Adult, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781250867636
Amazon: 1250867630
Goodreads: 60827561
Publisher: Flatiron Books
Published: 2019-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The SUV was tricked out with climate-controlled seats and LED headlights. They must have gotten the upgrade package on the suspension because I didn’t feel nary a pothole as we drove. Usually driving on 64 loosened my fillings. If I hadn’t been headed to a meeting with the Devil, I would have enjoyed the ride.

I saw a large rectangular green sign on the side of the road that said Stonehill Downs exit was a half mile away. Stonehill Downs had been a misguided attempt by some earnest businessmen to bring horse racing to southeastern Virginia. For a while, folks were able to sip mint juleps and wear huge, ridiculous hats and dispose of their disposable income like the high rollers they fancied themselves to be. Then the housing market collapsed, and all income became vital. The silly hats were packed away, and the mint juleps were poured out in remembrance of a lost dream.

We broke off from the flow of traffic and took the exit. I saw the three-story brick building that housed the VIP boxes and the betting parlor and the bar in the distance. The LED lights cast a ghostly pale pall over the entire structure. Dead boxwoods lined the driveway like brittle corpses. Yellow grass sprouted through the cracked asphalt of the massive parking lot. We headed toward a peeling black metal gate that guarded the road that led to the rear of the building and out toward the stables and the track. A man was standing by the gate. He was wearing a black raincoat with a hood.

He opened the gate, and we drove through. There was a long black car sitting near the track under a canopy that stretched the full length of the stables. There were twenty stables in all. More grass had grown up around the stalls and the track. Our truck crushed it under its wheels as we moved forward. We came to a stop, and the driver killed the engine and cut off the lights. The building provided excellent cover for whatever they had planned. No one could see us from the interstate. The only thing they had to worry about were some horny teenagers searching for a place to fuck or a lazy cop looking for a place to get some sleep.

The bald man had the barrel of his gun in my side. He jabbed it in my ribs.

“Get out. Don’t run. Don’t try to do any of that G.I. Joe shit. Just walk nice and slow to the car,” he said.

“You not worried about some enterprising state boy seeing our lights and coming up here to give the place his due diligence?” I asked. The bald man shook his head.

“My boss is one of the owners of this property. We could set up a picnic here if we wanted,” he said.

The rain was starting to slack off, and a quarter moon was peeping out from behind the clouds. The bald man slipped out of the SUV, and I followed him.

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