This is Devin Jones by Conrad Kristen

Author:Conrad, Kristen [Conrad, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Peckham Press
Published: 2016-07-14T04:00:00+00:00

52

Devin shimmied her body along the airshaft towards a light up ahead.

She pulled her phone out. Pressed Brad’s number.

He picked up after half a ring. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m great… Talk through something with me…”

“Okay…”

“Sis Warren… She’s not dead.”

“You mean imagine if she wasn’t dead?”

“I mean she actually isn’t dead.”

“What’re you talking about? She was shot in front of the camera.”

“Faked.”

“What? Why?”

Devin kept crawling towards the light up ahead. It had to be a room of some kind.

She brought her voice down in case anyone was actually in that room. “That’s the question, Brad. Why would she fake her death?”

“Because she’s involved?”

“Oh, she’s clearly involved. Wouldn’t be surprised if this whole thing is her.”

“Why would she possibly do that?”

“Hang on…” Devin crawled along to where the shaft of light was coming. She peered through the grill into a well-lit dressing room. She scanned it from wall to wall. No one. Silence.

“Brad? I’m going to put the phone down a sec.”

She tucked the phone in her waistband, gripped the vent with both hands and gave it a good shove. It wouldn’t move. She leaned back on her elbows retracted her legs and kicked it out. It went cascading into the room, landing with a huge thunk and cartwheeling along on the carpet below.

Devin gripped the sides of the opening and swung her body out of the air vent, jumping down into the room. She looked around the dressing room, getting the lay of the land. She pulled her phone back out.

“Sorry. I’m back.”

“What was all that noise? Wait… actually don’t tell me.”

She heard him pause like he didn’t want to say what he was going to say.

“I just want you to get through this”

“Don’t.”

“I’m not!”

“You are… Just don’t.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

Devin looked around the room – it was a well-appointed dressing room. All designed in tones of beige and cream – beige walls, cream-colored carpet, beige furniture, cream tables and lampshades. Then she noticed something. Movie star Kyp Valentine lying on the couch.

“Holy shit…” Devin said.

“What?”

“No… Nothing bad. There’s a guy here asleep. It’s that old guy… from the movies.”

“I need more.”

“The guy… the action guy…Old man…”

“Not sure”

“Hateful homophobe and misogynist. Gun lover.”

“Oh, THAT old fucker. Kyp Valentine.”

Devin walked over to where Kyp Valentine was lying on the couch.

“Shit… How’d he get stuck in here?” Devin was saying. “Must’ve fallen asleep and no one knew to come and get him.”

She placed her hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly.

Brad piped in. “Probably dreaming of the good old days, clam bakes and Klan Rallies.”

Devin looked at Kyp’s ashen face. “Fuck… I don’t know about this…” She placed two fingers on his neck checking for a pulse.

“Okay, then…” Devin said, “Well…If God actually is a woman. Kyp Valentine’s got a lot to answer for.”

“Meaning.”

Devin looked around the room. There was a painting askew; on a table was a cheese plate in intense disarray. A chair knocked over. She could almost follow the trajectory of what happened. And none of it looked innocent.

“Brad I need you to do me a favor.

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