Sky's Shadow by Ted Galdi

Author:Ted Galdi [Galdi, Ted]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Precipice Books
Published: 2021-02-22T16:00:00+00:00

Forty-One

Glen is convinced he knows who this punk is. Late twenties, early thirties. Sneaking around his property. Clearly with a sham story. Los Hombres del Vacio must’ve sent him. He likely abducted Cora. And now is back for him.

“So you’re signing up new members for your organization?” Glen asks.

“Yes sir. But we specialize in the morbidly obese. Obviously that’s not you. So—”

“No, no. I want to hear more. I have a friend who’s morbidly obese. Maybe your system can help him.”

“Just tell him to look us up online. We’re called Fishy Business.”

“Cute. I commend you for starting this program. I—”

“Well, I didn’t start it. Just work for it. But I’ll be happy to pass the feedback to the founder when I get back to headquarters.” He checks the time on his phone. “Where I am due in ten minutes. Shucks. I should really—”

“If you are only supposed to speak to overweight individuals, some mistake must’ve been made with your leads list. You should look into the error. Could help you avoid oversights like this in the future. Only two people live here, myself and my wife. Neither of us has a body mass index on the spectrum of obesity. Where do you source weight data on your prospects?”

“No, we do nothing like that. We don’t have a file of people’s weights. I’m just going door to door, speaking to everyone in your neighborhood. You weren’t specifically targeted. Neither was your wife.”

“Then how come you know my name?”

Silence for a few seconds.

The punk says, “Not sure what you mean, sir.”

“In front a couple minutes ago, you called out my name. Doctor Brent. Why do you know my name if you’re just canvassing the neighborhood?”

The punk’s lip flinches. “Well, back at headquarters we have directories of who lives where. Public info. Outreach reps like me read it before going into the field.”

“And you can memorize who resides in each home? Neat.”

“My boss sometimes asks me if I ever wear a little hat and do tricks at the circus. You know, a memory like an—”

“Elephant. Of course. If you’re that good, I’d love to see you show off.” Glen points at the house next door. “What’s the name of the family who lives there?”

“The…they’re…huh. I didn’t have enough coffee this morning. I’m drawing a blank. This is pretty embarrassing. I’ll take it as my cue to leave. Have a good rest of the day, sir.” He steps toward the gate.

Glen steps in front of him. “Why did you remember my name, then? What’s so special about me?”

They stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. The punk throws a punch. Glen ducks it, then unleashes one of his favorite moves from military training, stabbing him in the throat with the ends of his fingers.

The punk gasps, clutches his neck. Glen whips a right hook at him. But the punk blocks it and elbows him in the forehead. Glen grunts, kicks him in the stomach. The punk hunches forward. Glen knees him in the chin, drops him on all fours.

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