One Bad Job by Travis Hill

Author:Travis Hill [Hill, Travis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime Fiction
Publisher: Travis Hill
Published: 2014-07-30T15:23:57+00:00

Whoever finds this letter, please take the money in the safe and find some way to give it to my sister. Stacey Elizabeth Daniels, 3389 S Meridian Parkway, St. Louis. Set up a trust or something for Gabby and Ryan, her two kids, so they can go to college. $50,000 isn’t much, but maybe in ten years when they’re ready, it will help. Tell her and the kids that I love them, but don’t ever let her know where the money came from.

It was a short note, no signature, no date, nothing. I sat on the floor in the closet, my back against the bare wall behind me, and fell apart again. I wasn’t ashamed. I’ve always believed that men can cry and still be men. I never subscribed to that macho bullshit about not being in touch with our feelings. If I couldn’t shed a tear or two for friends, real friends, even if we were the type of friends that had robbed and murdered others to get ahead in life, then what kind of tragedy would I have to suffer to be allowed that kind of release?

Tanya found me a while later. She pried the note out of my hand, read it, then knelt down beside me and pulled me into a hug. I could feel the slight hitching of her chest as she cried. She hated Dave, but I don’t believe it was a true kind of hate. They clashed, but I think they’d had some kind of unspoken agreement after she’d stabbed him in the leg that they didn’t have to be super-best-friends, but they had to at least keep from trying to kill each other for my sake. I’m pretty sure she harbored less ill will to him than he did for her simply because she knew that if it came down to an ultimatum, I would choose her. I would always choose her.

We held each other until she dried up, then I dumped the money and the bonds into the safe. I took the note from her and put it back in the safe as well. I locked it, put the false floor over it, laid the carpet back down, and led Tanya out of the closet.

“I have to go into town,” I said after shutting the closet door. I had a stack of hundreds in my hand. “I need a suit, some clothes, and I need to find us a new house.”

Petrovski had instructed me to take the money he’d generously allowed me to keep and go buy a couple of nice suits. I was also to rent a nice place, something a young executive would live in for a couple thousand a month, then find a car that wasn’t going to stand out like a monster truck in a subcompact parking space. It was strange hearing him basically give me a shopping list of what I had to buy, what I had to do. In a way, I felt like I at least was important enough, or maybe just interesting enough, for him to keep me alive for a while.

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