Resurrecting Midnight by Eric Jerome Dickey

Author:Eric Jerome Dickey [Dickey, Eric Jerome]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Assassins, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Suspense fiction, Suspense, African American, General, African American men, Buenos Aires (Argentina), Miami (Fla.), Crime, Thrillers
ISBN: 9780451229939
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2010-08-03T16:22:59.379000+00:00

Chapter 29

pain

When a man scratched a scab, an old wound reopened.

I left Powder Springs, drove the back roads toward Hartsfield airport. It would be at least a twenty-mile ride. Twenty miles of thinking. I thought it would just be me and my thoughts, but my iPhone rang. It was Hawks. She had called me a half dozen times. Would call until I answered.

So I answered.

She said, “Got off the plane at Gatwick and checked my messages. The Islington order was canceled.”

“That’s the way it works.”

“All of the funds were transferred. If they reconsider, they have to pay again.”

“Nice. That’s the best kind of job. One you get paid for and don’t have to do.”

She paused. “Gideon.”

“Hawks.”

“Want me to meet you for that South America thing?”

“Go see Buckingham Palace. Go to Notting Hill Gate and walk Portobello Road.”

“I’m on Expedia. I can leave here and get to Buenos Aires by eleven tomorrow morning.”

“Why don’t you go see Zorro the Musical or Star Wars the Musical or—”

“Because I don’t want to go see a stupid musical. Plus I hate musicals Either sing or act. Don’t do both. That is the dumbest mess in the world. Singing what you’re saying.”

Her persistence put another vise grip around my head. She meant well. But it was irritating. Hawks had my ears, but someone else had my eyes. I passed by dozens of billboards and city buses, adverts to the number-one news station in Atlanta, the number-one news anchor, the Jewel of the South, smiling down on me at every turn. A devil with an angelic smile.

Hawks said, “You okay?”

“We opened the FedEx box.”

“What happened?”

“Anybody but her. Anybody but her.” I took a breath. “We have the same DNA.”

“She’s your sister?”

“Worse. One level up.”

“Are you shitting me? She’s your mother? The things she did to you . . .”

“And the kid . . . Steven . . .”

“Was that little boy kidnapped like you thought?”

“Steven wasn’t kidnapped.”

“He’s . . . her kid?”

“He is my brother. The DNA says he is my brother.”

Hawks paused. “He looks nothing like her. Who is his father?”

“Could be any man who had a dick and a dollar.”

“I mean, is he safe with her? Both of those boys, are they safe with her?”

I took a few hard breaths. “No more talk about Catherine. Never mention her again.”

There was another pause.

“Gideon. Last thing about that and then I’m done.”

“Okay. What?”

“You were always telling me about Berwick Street. I caught a taxi and went over there. Had to see it. Walked around that area. Good Lord. All the prostitutes and the porn. The boys lived in that filthy environment? I saw the signs for models. Took me a minute to realize what a model was. And the smells. Chinatown was around the corner, so it was like Chinese food mixed with filth and an orgy. It looked like an area filled with pimps and sex slaves.”

I paused. “Why would you do that? Why would you go there?”

It took her a moment to respond to my tone.

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