Remember Me by Sharon Sala

Author:Sharon Sala [Sala, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Suspense, General
ISBN: 9781426828713
Google: jB5HTmixcYYC
Amazon: 1551665352
Publisher: Mira
Published: 1999-11-01T23:00:00+00:00

We end up in a run-down apartment complex just outside of Atlanta. As it turns out, Milo has done work for this guy before. They’re not exactly friends, but Milo’s confident he’ll answer any questions I have.

“How do you figure?” I ask, rushing to keep up as he strides across the parking lot. “Because you’re going to ask nicely?”

“Something like that,” Milo says, and uses his fist to knock on apartment 3A’s door. Nothing. Milo beats on the door again.

“Maybe he’s not home,” I say, and Milo gives me an of course he’s home look.

“Corey,” he yells, staring into the peephole. “I gotta talk to you. Now.”

I’m about to ask Milo if he has any other genius ideas when the lock scrapes and a moon-pale face wedges between the door and the jamb. Corey, I presume, glares at Milo like he wants to set him on fire.

“Let me in,” Milo says. “We have to talk.”

The other guy’s mouth presses thin, but the door swings open. Milo motions me to go first while he watches the parking lot behind us. I’m barely across the threshold before Corey makes an angry buffalo snort.

“Who’s the chick?”

The chick. Like I’m freaking furniture.

“You remember the Walker job?” Milo asks, shutting the door behind us and turning the lock. It makes Corey shift from foot to foot.

“Yeah.”

“She did it.”

“Bullshit.”

“No shit.”

“She’s a girl,” Corey says.

I roll my eyes and neither of them notices. They’re too busy glaring at each other.

“Fine. Whatever. Be fast, man,” Corey says. “I’m on my way out.”

Yeah, no kidding. The small apartment is almost empty. Only things left are an ancient sofa pushed against the wall and drag marks in the floor dust.

“I want to know about the work you did a few days ago,” Milo says. “Calling off Barton and Moore’s guys.”

“It was a job. What else is there to know?”

“Who’d you do it for?”

Corey pales. “I don’t have time for this.” He picks up a battered duffel bag and jerks it over his shoulder. “I am so gone.”

“You won’t be if I burn you.” Milo says it so pleasantly that it takes Corey a moment to process the words. He stares at us, slack-jawed.

“You wouldn’t.”

Milo cocks his head, the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

I search his face, trying to find the lie . . . and I can’t. He’s serious.

“I’ll make it so you’ll never work again,” Milo says.

“You can’t.”

“I can.”

“This is all I have.”

That really gets Milo smiling. “Then tell me what I want to know.”

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