Premonitions by Jamie Schultz

Author:Jamie Schultz [Schultz, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Enoch Sobell sat facing the window that looked out over the city, though he’d stopped really seeing this view years ago. It may as well have been a mediocre painting, purchased long before and, with all its meager secrets gone, reduced to little more than wallpaper in a fancy frame. He looked over it, past it, his eyes fixed on a spot in the cloudless sky and his mind running pointless laps.

His brand-new lieutenant, a clod who went by the uninspiring name of Brown, clomped into the room. He’s not stupid, Sobell reminded himself. But he’s a crank-turner, an order-follower. He’s never had an original idea, and he never will.

“About a third of the guys haven’t checked in,” Brown said. “Nobody knows where they are.”

“This is bad, Mr. Brown.”

“Yeah.”

“The last time I got fucked this thoroughly, it took six whores and twenty thousand dollars, plus extra for hardware and damages. I couldn’t walk for four days afterward.”

“Um.”

“I think I was on a mix of methamphetamine and Darvocet at the time.”

“Uh.”

“I was considerably happier about that fucking, Mr. Brown.”

Brown shuffled his feet. “I, uh, can’t say as I blame you. Sir.”

“Any word on the body?”

“Which one?”

Which one. Christ. Like any of the others are important. “Gresser’s. They’re sure it was him?”

“It’s kind of a mess. I don’t know if there’s even enough left to get a match through dental records. The gun, though—well, that was a mess, too, but we’re pretty sure it was his.”

On the one hand, that was another miserable facet to this five-cornered goatfuck. Gresser could be relied upon to handle disasters like this with virtually no oversight. On the other hand, Sobell was glad the bastards who’d gotten the drop on Gresser hadn’t taken him and tortured the fuck out of him or anything like that. He knew way too much for safety. I’d probably have to have gotten rid of him eventually anyway, Sobell thought with a sigh. And also, those grapes probably taste like shit.

“No sign of the, ah, object either,” Brown offered.

“That would have been a lot to ask.” Sobell sighed again. “I assume you’ve already pulled the home addresses of Ms. Ames and her merry crew of assholes?”

“Uh, no. They’re not exactly in the phone book.”

Sobell fixed Brown with a stare hard and pointed enough to nail somebody to a cross. “That’s why we have people, Mr. Brown. And money. I assure you, your pre- decessor had all this information secured.” Probably in his goddamned firebombed skull, which does me exactly no good now. “If he found it, you can, too.”

“I’ll get right on it.”

“Yesterday would be nice. They’re probably all long gone by now. I think one of Gresser’s former employees might also have the address of Ames’s dealer. You might send someone around there.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, would you be so kind as to get the fuck out of here?”

Brown nodded, did an about-face, and quickly exited the room. Now that he’d been given some direction, he’d keep grinding away until he found the info he needed.

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