Pretty Like an Ugly Girl (Baer Creighton Book 3) by Clayton Lindemuth

Author:Clayton Lindemuth [Lindemuth, Clayton]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-16T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Wake with the sun, colder’n a witch’s bippy. Got Stinky Joe nuggled in, couldn’t zip the bag all the way. Didn’t wanna tote a blanket for a dog won’t carry his own food. Not when I’s traveling paramilitary light. So we freeze our asses on bare ground.

Try and shake myself warm and that don’t work, but I can’t get up and around, ’cause the house ain’t two hundred yard, and the whole front’s exposed. Got the zillion acres of golden grass toward the highway side, south the house. Got the wooded hills behind. I’s edge of wood, can’t see but the side the house.

Check the Timex. Six thirty. Got to be in the low twenties, from the joints. Throw back the tarp and get the feet out the bag. Slip ’em into leather ice blocks called boots. Lace ’em with shaky hands, then since I can’t get up and walk around, bring legs up, knee to chest—or that direction—till the stomach tires but the shivering stops. Put on my coat and throw the bag back over me.

Times of discomfort a man gotto think on what he likes. And in real discomfort, what he hate.

I hate them fuckers in that house.

Sun shine bright on the Graves place, log cabin like the magazine covers. Big ass logs, mebbe foot round. Two story. Got the green roof made a tin. Black windows. Mile long deck. Swimming pool in back. Whole thing lit up at night with spotlights pointed at the walls and little lights ’long the drive.

Day or night they’s no approach without if someone’s a-lookin’, they’s a-seein’.

I think on my location. I’ll spot anybody come or go but nothing in the house. But if I switch to the back, the house’ll block the drive. Figger I’ll wait here and bust inside when they leave. Or sooner if I’m a mind. Meanwhile, I stow my shit and crawl to a mess a brush. Rig the tarp over a bush so the camoflage’ll mebbe blend. I can stand behind without drawing the eye, and watch from below.

Joe don’t seem interested in nothing but sleep, and I can understand. We didn’t get our spot picked till half the night was gone.

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