Yellow Medicine by Anthony Neil Smith

Author:Anthony Neil Smith
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
Tags: Police, Yellow Medicine County (Minn.), Action & Adventure, Mystery & Detective, Terrorists, Minnesota, Fiction, Suspense, Thrillers, General
ISBN: 9781932557718
Publisher: Bleak House Books
Published: 2008-05-14T07:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

Waking up was a bitch. Something in a dream I couldn’t remember startled me conscious. I fell off the couch and banged my head into the coffee table. Last night’s mugs half-full of cold coffee crashed onto the floor. Shards and puddles, my revolver right in the middle of one, wet and sticky.

I was sweating. The dream came back to me—a zombie nightmare, another one. I’d had too many of those lately. This time the Asians were the zombies. They had gotten to my kids. My kids wanted to eat their mother’s brains. I was helping lead them to her. Don’t know why. All I know is that zombies creep me out. Maybe dealing with all the scabby tweaking meth fiends triggered my subconscious to dream about zombies. Single-minded and dead to the world.

Another ten seconds and the details of the night before came to me: careening over to the couch seconds before I passed out, pushing Paul out of the way and telling him to find the bedroom, we’d talk come morning. Then it got worse¾the white man who tried to get Drew in Minneapolis, could that have been Paul? If so, then how did I play this? Goosebumps. Chilled from the sweat, cramps and hunger pains from too much booze. Checked my watch—six forty-five, the sun working its light into my front room. Time for coffee and toast.

I was too wiped out to tackle the mess I’d made. Cheap table, anyway. I started a new pot of coffee dripping and checked in on Paul. He had ended up fully clothed, on his side in a fetal-curl. Hardly a sound from him. I listened until I made out a breath, then retreated to the kitchen. Didn’t look forward to confronting him over collaborating with terrorists, killing my citizens, thinking they could infiltrate American society through our weak spot—our addictions. It would have been a brilliant plan if they hadn’t picked up all their info on running a drug ring from B-movies.

My cell phone light was blinking. I couldn’t get reception for shit in the house, so I stepped outside to listen to my messages. Needed open sky. I peeked into Paul’s car on my way to the mailbox at the end of the driveway. There was a Saints cap in the passenger seat. My stomach cramped up. I listened to a couple of useless calls from when Graham and Layla were hunting me down the night before.

Then one from Rome, after the dig: “I’m sorry about this, man. It looks like we’re taking over from here, so I will need to talk to you again soon. We can protect you should any charges come up, so don’t worry.”

Sounded like code for “Kiss life as you know it goodbye.”

The next call. Drew.

“Listen, I know it’s not your fault, but I’ll never understand why you lied to me about Ian. I…I don’t get it, Billy. I thought you of all people…”

I checked the time of the message. Three in the morning.

She kept on: “We probably shouldn’t speak to each other anymore.

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