Where Nerves End by L. A. Witt

Author:L. A. Witt [Witt, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Amazon: B0088H7FTG
Publisher: Amber Quill Press, LLC
Published: 2012-06-02T12:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

When I came home one evening from running errands, Seths truck was in the driveway. I found him and Michael in the living room, talking shit over some video games with beer bottles—one in front of Michael, three in front of Seth—on the coffee table.

They looked up as I came in, and Seth gestured with his controller. “Hey, man. You want to play?”

I shook my head. “No, I think Im going to go out and—” My eyes darted toward Michael, and I wasnt sure why, but warmth flooded my cheeks. I cleared my throat.“Ive been putting off some admin work I need to finish at the club. I should go get it done before it keeps me up all night.”

Michael glanced at me, eyebrows up, but quickly focused on the game again, and I just as quickly turned to go.

“You work too much,” Seth called after me as I started toward the stairs. “Going to be an old man before your time.”

“Thats why I have mature friends like you,” I called back. “Keeps me young and stupid.”

“I live to serve!”

Chuckling, I headed upstairs and into my bedroom, where I changed into something a little more presentable than faded jeans and an old T-shirt. Still jeans, but with a button-up shirt and a silver chain that rested across my collarbones. My lucky chain, as Wes had always called it. Dont know about that, since Id been wearing it when I met him.

I went downstairs and made a quick exit, and when I drove out of the quiet little cul de sac, I didnt go anywhere near Lights Out. Yeah, the books needed attention, but I wasnt behind on them or anything, and concentration wasnt happening tonight. The only place I needed to be was somewhere other than my house.

So instead of driving to Lights Out, I went to the opposite end of Hacktown to Jacks. Sure, it was one of my biggest competitors, but I wasnt going out on the prowl in front of members of my payroll.

I parked on the street and walked the half block to the club. At the door, a bouncer took five dollars for the cover charge and gestured for me to go on in.

Though Id never set foot in this place, it was familiar in the way all clubs became familiar after a few hundred visits. The same neon signs for the same beer brands, from Budweiser to the local microbrews. The crack of pool balls occasionally punctuating the constant murmur of chatter and the thumping bass from the music playing beside the dance floor. Loners by the bar, couples in the corners, everyone else somewhere in between.

More booths and barstools were empty than occupied. Typical of a Wednesday. Friday or Saturday, thered be far more options, but I couldnt get away from my own club on those nights, so the midweek crowd would just have to do. And thin or not, the crowd offered plenty of choices: the cowboy wannabe in tight jeans

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