Room Service by Amy Garvey

Author:Amy Garvey [Garvey, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780758226365
Google: UJa-No05uMAC
Amazon: 0758215916
Publisher: Brava
Published: 2007-05-28T16:00:00+00:00

Stuart Callender’s office was as gloomy and gray as he was, Marty Kinsella thought as he and Davey O’Brian stood waiting for the big man himself to end his phone call. It was tonight, because it was already dark and the man had only turned on the desk lamp, but it always felt like a frigging cave to Marty.

Or it would have, if it weren’t for the sweep of windows behind Callender’s desk. He and Davey were reflected in them now, and Davey was rummaging in the pocket of his khakis. Dress pants, according to Davey. Someone really needed to smack some sense, or at least some taste, into him.

“Stop fidgeting,” he hissed at Davey. Whenever Mr. Callender wanted them for one of his special “assignments,” the pay rocked. The work wasn’t always steady, but there were creative ways to make funds last, and anyway, it beat slinging burgers somewhere on the Jersey Turnpike. Or, God forbid, riding the back of a sanitation truck with his uncle Lou.

“I’m not fidgeting!” Davey protested—too loud, because Callender looked up and glared at them both.

“You fuck this up for me, and you’re gonna regret it,” Marty whispered in Davey’s direction. “I promised Shelley I’d get her an iPod for Christmas, one of the big video ones, and I need the money.”

“Don’t worry,” Davey whispered back, but not before rolling his eyes. His eyebrows looked like rusty beetles crawling across his forehead, Marty thought. That Brillo hair had to be the reason he never got laid.

Callender hung up the phone with a distinct thud, and sat back in his chair. It was one of those snazzy black leather jobs, of course.

“Two people on the maintenance staff of Callender House are quitting without notice, thanks to me,” he said without preliminaries. Figured. “I’ve managed to plant a seed, through mutual acquaintances who have assured me my name will be kept out of it, that you two are the perfect replacements.”

Maintenance? What the hell? He didn’t want to push a fucking broom, not even for whatever Stuart Callender was willing to pay. But he kept his mouth shut, waiting for the other shoe to drop. There was always another shoe with Callender.

“All you two have to do is show up at the hotel tomorrow and ask for Angel Dorsey. The rest should be as simple as adding two plus two.”

The rest? What did that mean? Getting the jobs, or whatever extras Callender wanted them to perform? Davey was already scratching his head thoughtfully, and Marty resisted the urge to elbow him in the ribs. Hard.

Too late. Davey said, “And then what?” God, he was a moron.

Callender rolled his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest. The glare he directed at Davey was lethal. “And then you take every opportunity you find to cause trouble. On the sly, of course. Think sabotage, secret and subtle, not wrecking balls. Can you handle that?”

Sabotage? That was more like it. Marty straightened up, and decided to lob a ball back to the big man, just to be sure they were playing the same game.

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