Oblivion - Debt Collector 13 (A Jack Winchester Thriller) by Jon Mills

Oblivion - Debt Collector 13 (A Jack Winchester Thriller) by Jon Mills

Author:Jon Mills [Mills, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

Jack breathed in the crisp fall air as he stepped into the yard, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep warm. A cool breeze blew against his cheeks turning them red. A flock of birds squawked before settling in a grove of trees. He ambled among the patients, surveying them and putting names to faces. The same groups clustered together like they did inside the pen or a schoolyard. People stuck with those they knew, those who protected them, those who were like them. On the far side, Tyler Sutton tossed a basketball into a net. A cheer rose from his team. He glanced at Jack and smirked. Edgar hurried over and fell in step. “Hey, I appreciate what you did for me yesterday.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No, I meant it, Jack. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I was already blacklisted. No point both of us getting a strike, right?”

He shrugged and smiled. “I guess. Thanks.”

As they walked the yard together, Jack asked Edgar about Rocket Man. “You think he knows the way out of here?”


“The pianist.”

“Oh him. If he does, he isn’t telling. When they hauled his ass back in, Chapman grilled him for days. He wanted to know how he did it. They threw him in seclusion for a week thinking it would break him but he just sang Elton John tunes until they couldn’t bear it anymore. They eventually let him out but they keep a close watch on him just in case he tries again.”

“And has he?”

“He’s still here, isn’t he?” Edgar said, laughing as he looked around and spotted him on the far side of the yard twirling around and singing “Tiny Dancer.”

“Well let’s see if he knows,” Jack said heading over there.

“Hey Jack. C’mon man. You want them to throw your ass back in seclusion?”

“I’m already in it,” he said gesturing to the razor wire rolled around the fences. He hadn’t made it halfway across the yard when the basketball came soaring over. It missed both of them by inches. He looked over at Sutton.

“Go get my ball, bitch.”

“Get it yourself,” Edgar replied.

Sutton scowled. “What did you say?”

Jack threw up a hand. “Seriously, you got a death wish?” he muttered to Edgar.

“Oh he’s full of hot air. He wouldn’t dare touch me. I’d jeopardize his whole enterprise.”

Jack collected the ball and tossed it over. “What enterprise?”

“You saw it. I know you saw it.”

“The drugs?”


Sutton continued. “Hey fuckers. We are two men short. Let’s go.”

“Ignore him.”

“That wasn’t a question!” he bellowed as they walked away. Several people looked over and the crowd before them parted as Sutton narrowed his gaze. Even Rocket Man had stopped spinning to observe. Jenkins and Porter watched from the door with an expression of amusement, and maybe curiosity.

Jack turned and glanced at him. “Maybe another day, I’m busy.”

“Busy?” Sutton laughed. “I hear that’s what they told Dana when she asked for help.”

Jack stopped walking and spun around. “What did you say?”

Sutton smirked and tossed the ball at Jack. He caught it and bounced it a few times before making his way over.


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