Something for Nothing by David Anthony

Author:David Anthony [Anthony, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Algonquin Books
Published: 2011-12-29T13:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Martin was right in the middle of telling Ludwig about his crappy morning, about how he’d decided to surprise Sarah by taking her out to breakfast, letting her be late for school. Or summer school. Her grades had been so bad that she’d been forced to sign up for an extra month of classes, three mornings a week. It was some sort of deal the school had cut so that she and a few other kids could get credit for classes they’d failed and graduate from junior high. She was miserable about it—beaten down and humiliated. So Martin thought he’d do something nice for her, a special little breakfast with dad, maybe a chance to talk, figure things out.

But, he explained, she’d been pissy. First she said she wasn’t hungry, and then that the food wasn’t any good, even though the little diner in Walnut Station had always been her favorite place. Martin was just about to tell Ludwig how she’d said he was boring and wanted to leave, which ended up with him yelling at her right there in the diner. But before he could get the last part of the story out (the dramatic part, which was actually kind of funny, he knew)—he saw the black Camaro pull into the parking area out in front of the office.

“What’s wrong?” Ludwig said, following his gaze. “Who is that?”

“Nothing,” Martin said. He stood up from his desk and put his hands on his hips. “Or nothing’s wrong, I mean. This is the guy I told you about. The drug detective. The one who came by here before—from the plane that crashed up in Humboldt County.” He stood there looking out the window, waiting for Slater to emerge from his car.

“Really?” Ludwig said. He swung his legs off of his desk and leaned forward, peering out through the plate glass window. “What’s he doing here now?”

Martin looked at Ludwig, then back out at Slater’s car. “How the fuck do I know what he’s doing here?” he asked. “He wants to crawl up my ass again, I guess. Or up our asses. See if we’ve sold any more drug planes.”

Ludwig sat there, looking out the window at Slater. “But we haven’t sold any planes,” he said. “Tell him that. Tell him to send some drug smugglers our way and we’ll sell them some planes—and then we’ll turn them in to him. How about telling him that?”

Martin watched as Slater got out of his car and took a long, patient look around the lot. He had the same basic outfit as the last two times he’d seen him—jeans, T-shirt—but he was also wearing sunglasses—aviators—which Martin found both irritating and intimidating.

It was just over a week since his second trip to Mexico. Had the drugs hit the market already? Had there been a sudden wave of heroin overdoses caused by an extra-potent shipment of Mexican brown (or a bad shipment, one laced with rat poison or some other horrible substance)? That was the

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