Recall Night: an Eli Carver Supernatural Thriller, #2 by Alan Baxter

Author:Alan Baxter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grey Matter Press
Published: 2020-08-25T05:00:00+00:00

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I dump the hoodie halfway back to the car, put my oversize T-shirt on top of the shoulder holster, and go around an extra block to make sure I’m not being tailed. Any CCTV in the bar won’t have much to go on, so I should be in the clear. And the other advantage of wasting made men is that the cops usually don’t give too much of a fuck. It’s a public service for most of them and they’re happy to avoid the paperwork. Unless they’re the cops on the mob’s payroll, but that’s a whole other problem. There’s blood on my boots and jeans though, which is a more immediate concern. It’s not too obvious in dark jeans and black boots, but I stop in at the only store I can find, a sports place, and grab some baggy track pants and a pair of sneakers. It’s easy enough to find another quiet alley, double check for cameras, then make a quick change, leaving the soiled jeans and boots pressed down deep in a dumpster full of rotting food and old packaging. It’s all fairly cursory, but it should suffice. I’m in the car and driving away from Newark before I allow myself to think about what I’ve learned.

The five amigos are lined up in the impossibly large back seat if I look in the mirror, but I try to ignore them. They harangue me anyway. Michael won’t be ignored. He leans forward between the seats, the hole in his ear dripping blood. Thankfully I can’t see the right side of his face, where most of the flesh is missing, the exit wound an explosion of bone and meat that’ll never heal.

“You gonna tell him?” Michael asks.

He means Lombardi. It’s definitely a new spin on things, and I don’t know how he’ll react. If he knows Cora left him willingly, will he go apeshit and take the war to Andretti? How scared is Andretti, anyway? He’s laying low, but it seems to me he’s in a far better position than Lombardi. Although he is four soldiers down now, thanks to my work today. And if Lombardi loses the plot and goes medieval, how do I get Bridget’s money back? It all comes back to that. We can’t go on too well without funds. Shit, I can make money in other ways. So can she, for that matter. She’s a professional gambler, we could find a small initial stake, head to some casino far away, and start rebuilding her fortune. But there’s a principle at work here too. One of the twenty-one tenets in the Dokkōdō, Musashi’s Path of Aloneness, is “You may abandon your own body but you must preserve your honor.” This is a matter of honor. If I plan to live this code, I can’t pick and choose.

So how do I move now? If I go back to Lombardi, things could spiral out of my control. I pull out the cell phone he gave me and hit the only number in it.

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