Wicked Games: Devil in the Waters by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2021-11-25T13:20:55+00:00

VI

Tuesday, August 25

9

Supposition

Tuesday morning, before lunch, Josh got an unexpected call to his personal phone.

When the name Devlin Stone displayed on the screen of his iPhone, Josh chilled. The name carried so much existential dread. Though that was attenuating, wasn’t it? Kimmy led him away from Devlin’s power. It was all in his head, and Kimmy helped show him that. But old habits die hard, and when you see an incoming phone call from the dude who made your youth miserable, you couldn’t help your throat constricting, your chest tightening, the pounding of your heart.

But he’d answered it. Answered it because the plot had twisted. Now that existential dread brought a strange glimmer of hope. No, not hope. Desire. Lust. Dirtiness.

By the time he’d tapped to receive the call, he somehow transformed from timid angst-ridden Josh from high school to something even more evolved from the Josh that emerged on vacation in Grand Cayman. He lounged back in his office chair, kicking away from his work, wondering what nefariousness would emerge from this phone call. Devlin couldn’t harm him anymore. He and Kimmy had worked together somehow to make the poisonous thorn stuck in his growth rings squeeze out and slide down his bark. Now nothing emerged from that hole but a sickly sweet syrup. “Hey Devlin, what’s going on?” That’s what he said? Like a call from an old buddy. Well, sure, last time they saw each other, they’d shared a nice steak dinner.

“Hey Josh, how’s it going?”

“Just fine. You in Toronto?”

“On my way,” Devlin had said.

That meant it had been six days since Kimmy had seen Devlin Stone. Kimmy’s boss a whole week away from work in Toronto, and yesterday, too, but it looked like now he was returning. Would Kimmy bring up with Devlin the dirty thing he and she discussed in bed on Sunday morning?

If she did or didn’t, it didn’t even matter anymore. It was all fun, anyway. He doubted Kimmy would do it. That would be going too far. And yet . . . Part of him did want her to really do it.

Their niceties over with, talk about the weather, Josh mentioning again how great it was in Cayman—I got some good color on me and it hasn’t left yet—Devlin said, “I’m going to be going past Ajax at lunch time. I don’t have a meeting till two. Meet me for lunch.”

And this new Josh, the one less anxious and war-torn, said, “Sure. Sounds like a great idea. Where you want to go?”

Now he was sitting at The Convivium Café Lounge & Restaurant, feeling foolish. Devlin was late. Fifteen minutes late. Five minutes ago he’d sent a text saying Almost there. And all that protective cocoon shielding his wife delivered to him began to crumble. It all wore away. Devlin was late. He’s making a fool of you. And then, as the minutes ticked on, it became worse. Devlin’s waiting for the others to arrive. Rumble, and some of those other guys. Once

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