Ash Addict (Wildcat Wizard Book 8) by Al K. Line

Author:Al K. Line [Line, Al K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-21T22:00:00+00:00

Shocking Flesh

I dashed through the door, preoccupied with the bag, then halted, confused, as a nasty vibe hit me. Then the music infiltrated my mind, a song I'd heard several thousand times as I went to or from school with Vicky and the girls. Pop at its best, or worst, depending on your outlook and tastes. I called it a bloody crime against sound, others had different opinions.

I'd never heard music in here before, let alone such happy, uplifting, make-you-want-to-slit-your-wrists pop. It threw me off balance, and I frowned as I tried to get it to compute.

Then I saw a sight I shall never forget, much as I have tried.

In the center of the foyer, on the threadbare carpet, in front of the counter where the ledger was located, behind which were rolls of moldy, once white towels, was the Turk. He of the huge mustache and even greater girth, the man who frowned from beneath black bushy eyebrows and tried to trick you so you paid twice for your yearly membership, the formidable owner of Satan's Breath who never slept. There he was, eyes closed, twirling like a pop fan who'd definitely eaten all the pies, head flung back, eyes wide, spinning in a circle and doing a disconcerting jig with bare feet.

It wasn't only the fact I don't think I'd ever seen him from head-to-toe before as he was always behind the counter, it was that he seemed so happy as his huge belly wobbled and his stained vest yellowed even more with patches of sweat.

A happy Turk? A dancing Turk? A happy, dancing Turk jigging away to generic pop music sung by a woman banging on about love and showing her boyfriend she was beautiful and he didn't know what he was missing by fooling around? It was mind-boggling.

The atmosphere grew tense, probably because I was emitting potent brainwaves of incredulity. The Turk slowed and his arms dropped as he sensed something was amiss. Then he saw me, and the happiness was wiped away.

"Don't mind me," I said, thinking it best to act casual and never utter a word about this to him or anyone else, at least until he could see the funny side of it. Which, judging by the red creeping up from his chest and the scowl on his face, plus the glare I received, the way his mustache wriggled like it wanted to jump from his face and eat me alive, would be several lifetimes.

"What did you see?" he asked, deep voice full of menace and warnings about keeping quiet if I ever wanted a sauna again.

"Um, nothing. Just saw you checking if the carpet needed updating."

We both stared at the threadbare excuse for a floor covering and then he spoke. "Why are you here? You came earlier."

"Need to drop something off. Sign in?"

"Yeah, you know the drill." The Turk wobbled back behind the counter and I relaxed a little as things returned to normal. "You want a towel?"

"I'm good."

The Turk suddenly realized that his cheap stereo was still blaring and slammed a meaty finger down onto a button.

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