Diablo by James Kent

Author:James Kent [Kent, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Direct Publishing
Published: 2019-06-02T22:00:00+00:00

28

Outside Fatso’s Bar.

It had taken them half an hour to find Fatso’s as it wasn’t marked on any map. Why would it be? They’d had no option but to hang a right onto Stockton Hill Road and drive slowly north until they came across it, checking both sides of the road. Finally, there it was, up on the right and set back off the road. A small place with a large parking area in front and a few off-roaders and Big Horn Rams parked up on the same side, neat and close together like a happy family, all facing south as though driven by some unknown force acting on the minds of the drivers, like the Jedi in Star Wars . . . You will park facing south! . . . “I will park facing south!” Cute! thought Pedro. He stopped on the side of the road and observed the place for a minute as he thought.

There was not much else around the joint but open desert and old, junked vehicles and the detritus from decades of neglect. Rusted steel and used tires and old wire fencing and other crap that no one wanted, but left there for all the weather gods to do their worst. A large shipping container sat way out near a small copse of velvet mesquite trees and piles of discarded building debris, on the southern side of the property. A shithole by anyone’s standards. But it was cheap and cheerful and no one cared who you were or where you came from or why you picked that miserable place for a no-questions-asked type of beer that only a lonely loser would want to pay his hard-earned dollar for. A bright neon sign on the side of the building advertised their main beer offering. Nothing special, like the place itself. Pedro wondered who “Fatso” was, ‘Probably started out as a thin guy, then found he likes fried chicken too much,’ he muttered to himself.

‘What?’ asked Randall.

‘Nothing.’

Pedro pulled in and stopped briefly, deciding where to park. He didn’t want to look conspicuous by parking too far away from all the other vehicles, so he swung to the right like they had, and parked on the same side, but with plenty of space either side in case they needed to take off in a hurry. No point making life difficult by restricting your movements when the proverbial shit hits the fan. Or maybe the invisible force was acting on him too . . . You will park facing south! . . . “I will park facing south!” He smiled inwardly at the thought.

‘No sign of the creep’s ride,’ said Pedro.

‘Maybe he’s not even here. Or maybe he’s parked up someplace else.’

‘Let’s go find out.’

They climbed out of the vehicle and looked around to get their bearings and the feel of the place, like predators sniffing the air, then they headed for the bar entrance and went inside. The door closed quietly behind them.

Pink Floyd was playing on a juke box.

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