CROSS OVER Box Set (Sweet Dreams, Dream On, In Your Dreams) (A Mark Appleton Thriller) by Aaron Patterson

Author:Aaron Patterson [Patterson, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: QuarkXPress, eBook, EPUB
Publisher: StoneHouse Ink
Published: 2014-03-12T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THE DINER WAS RUN down and dirty, to say the least. The plaster was cracking and falling off the walls. Taras could see into the kitchen and saw a whole pig hanging from a hook, gently swinging back and forth. It reminded him of back home in Russia, when they would shop in the open-air market. Ah, the good old days! Meat was open to the air with large black flies buzzing around the sides of beef, goat hindquarters, and various other meats. If you wanted a pound of beef, then the butcher would carve off a slab, wrap it in brown paper, and hand it to you.

Times change. Now everyone was running around scared of the Swine Flu or Mad Cow Disease. No one seemed to wonder where all of these deadly diseases went after all the hype had been kicked out of them by the government and the news media. That was the thing with the Americans, they were programmed to fear. They were taught from a young age to fear this or that. Taras knew, in the end, this predisposition would make his job a lot easier. He would step in and take over where the media had left off.

Abe sat in silence and looked at the menu, looking for something that sounded good. The choices, and what might end up on his plate, could in some cases be as different as night and day.

Taras sighed and decided on the grilled chicken with a side of yams.

“You like the chicken? And for you, sir?” The waiter was black as coal and had a smile that showed all his teeth. They looked like keys on a piano.

Abe looked up and smiled.

“I think I might try the goat. Just make sure it is cooked through.” The thin African smiled and hurried off. Taras grunted and looked around the room with disgust. He thought about his meal, and about his childhood. This was not the time or the place to be thinking about either. The food was likely to be filled with God knows what, and his childhood, well, he didn’t have good memories about that subject. But it was hard to tell his brain to stop thinking about something once it started.

When he thought about his home, it always made him sink into a bad mood. The streets had potholes the size of Volkswagens, and many of the businesses had paint peeling off the walls and rusty metal bars bolted over the windows.

The food came after more than twenty minutes, with a dingy glass of water. This place gives me the creeps. What a dump! The two men ate in silence as the three-bladed ceiling fan spun above their heads with jerky movements and a grinding sound that worried Taras a little. Taras had thoughts of his own rolling around in his head, like a marble in a gas tank. The things he thought about would sometimes make him shudder in horror. However, he couldn’t help it.

The only

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