Liars' Table by D.K. Wall

Author:D.K. Wall [Wall, D. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Conjuring Reality LLC

My decision might have been made, but that didn’t mean doubts didn’t plague me. I hurried out of the building, debating with myself the whole way. Was it theft to steal stolen money? Could I get away with it without raising suspicions? Could I convince a friend to go along with my crazy idea?

That last one was the biggest wild card, but first I had to retrieve the money from the trunk of my car. Hours remained before sunset, so the parking lot offered no camouflage. No shadows cast by overhead lights would hide my deed. And, being dinnertime, visitors walked to and from their cars. I nodded at the ones I knew, which was most of them in the usual curse of a small town. Fortunately, no one came over to chat, so I got to my car without anyone nearby. With a final, furtive glance, I opened the trunk and reached for the bag. I yanked it from its hiding place without thinking of what else was hidden. I dislodged the pistol, and it bounced noisily across the metal floor.

With my head under the lid, the clattering sounded uncannily like a gunshot. I jumped, almost banging my head. My pulse raced, and my muscles tensed. I was sure it was so loud that someone would come over to see what I was up to. In this age of mass shootings, people might easily reach the wrong conclusion about an exposed weapon.

If someone asked why I had a loose gun, what was my defense? Saying “I wasn’t going for the gun, just the stolen drug money” wouldn’t cast my actions in a better light.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to find out. No one seemed to notice. I covered the gun with the plastic bag. After making sure no one was racing over to tackle me, I grabbed two random bundles of cash without looking and shoved them in my pocket. Checking one last time that nobody was watching, I slid the gun back into the bag so I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I tied the bag closed, placed it behind the spare, and closed the trunk. I leaned against the car and breathed a sigh of relief. People continued to come in and out of the building, but no one seemed to be concerned about me.

Wiping my palms on my jeans, I reentered the nursing home and moved quickly down the corridors, but this time beyond the dementia unit. I had been through the door marked with a small Staff Only sign several times, but always with an employee. Staff members had used a badge to swipe the security lock. Without an accomplice, I didn’t have any way through. I thought about calling the friend I intended to visit, but what if he came to the hall to talk rather than letting me in? I didn’t want to hand him the money in the open where anyone could see.

As I debated with myself, the door burst open. A young woman pushed a rolling food cart taller than herself through the opening.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.