Murder Corporation - A Thriller by Victor Methos

Author:Victor Methos [Methos, Victor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Pain was what woke me up. It radiated from my head, down my neck, into my shoulders and back, and down my legs. I opened my eyes slowly and it felt like I was pulling sandpaper across my eyeballs. The first thing I saw was a blurry image of an empty tequila bottle on a nightstand next to me.

I twisted, slowly, onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I wasn’t at my house. I didn’t remember whose house I was at, though I had a fragment of memory that we had gone to some woman’s house and then to Ty’s. I closed my eyes again and started drifting off to sleep when I heard a door open somewhere in the house. There were footsteps and then a fridge opened and closed. The footsteps resumed and got closer to me.

The door to the bedroom opened and Ty walked in. He was wearing running clothes and had an iPod hooked to his arm.

“Rise and shine, princess. He opened the shutters and sunlight flooded in and hit my retinas like a blast. They slammed shut and I turned away.

“Where are we?”

“My house,” he said. “How you feelin’?”

I sat up, groggy, feeling like vomit was just on the edge of my throat, ready to burst out of my mouth. I burped and the taste of tequila came up.

“That good, huh?” he said. “Well, you almost got laid. That’s gotta make it worth it.”

“Almost?”

“You passed out before her clothes were even off.”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “How are you not feeling like this? You drank as much as I did.”

“Nope. Bartender and I have an agreement. In situations like that, he gives everyone else tequila and my shot glass is beer with the foam taken off. In total I probably only had a beer and a half. Gets the girls nice and loose, though.” He opened the door to an adjacent bathroom. “I’ll be out in ten and then we’re hittin’ the road.”

“Where we goin’?”

“Got an assignment for you.”

“I need to go home and change. I got dried puke on my shirt.”

“No, you’re good. You reek like booze and puke. If you smelled like ass and weed too, you’d be perfect for what we need. But don’t worry about it, you’ll do just fine.”

I lay back down as he took a shower and came out. He woke me and dragged me into his kitchen and poured coffee down my throat.

As we were sitting at the table, I looked around his place. It was decorated tastefully. African masks and Asian paintings hung on the walls; oriental rugs covered the hardwood floors. I looked out through the glass doors of the balcony and realized we were at least ten floors up.

“Like the view?” he said.

I nodded, taking a sip of coffee.

“You know how to get a view like this, Baby Boy? You gotta use your brains. Most cops get out there and they either run off their hearts or their dicks but few run off their brains.

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