Shark & The Wolf: Predators and Prey by Daniel D. Shields

Author:Daniel D. Shields [Shields, Daniel D.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781613977361
Publisher: Daniel D. Shields
Published: 2011-07-08T04:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Two Prizes for the Price of One

Old Jack entered the lobby of the posh Hotel D’Elegante in the South American city of Matadore. The lobby was filled with ornate Spanish accents, apparent in both the furnishings and architecture. Fresh flowers filled the room, and his nostrils inhaled the pleasant scent of lavender.

A bell hop approached. “Good to see you again, sir. May I take your bag?”

Old Jack nodded, gave his bag to the bell hop, and headed toward the front desk.

The woman behind the counter was a beautiful blond with an Eastern European accent. She greeted him with a warm, familiar smile. “Hello, Mr. Jack, here for another stay?”

He smiled back. “Yes, two nights, please.”

The blond woman checked her computer screen. “I see we have room 327 available, Mr. Jack. That’s your regular room, is it not?”

“Yes, that’s fabulous. I’ll take it,” he said as his attention was drawn to the bar off the lobby. He could see a couple playing pool. He looked back at the blond woman, who was holding his key.

“Here you go, Mr. Jack, I’ve also included a complimentary massage and have prearranged your dinner reservations for eight p.m. each evening. The bellhop will bring your bags to your room. Enjoy your stay,” she said politely.

Old Jack took the keys. “Thank you.”

He turned and walked toward the bar, stopping for a second to watch the young couple play pool. They were not that good, and his interest quickly waned. He continued to the bar and ordered a whiskey.

Old Jack sat, taking slow sips of the intoxicating beverage. He thought about the show, particularly the death of the lion and the bull, and smiled. Death was his friend.

His peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted by an obese woman who took the chair next to his. She smiled at him, showing rotten, yellow teeth. “Care to buy me a drink there, sweetie?” she asked.

Old Jack looked her up and down. She was obviously a vagrant and a prostitute. Not to mention just plain vulgar.

“Absolutely not,” he said. He stood and moved two chairs down.

He watched as the woman raised herself from her seat and approached him. She moved in close to his face. He could smell her foul breath and was now only inches from her rotten teeth.

“Your loss,” she whispered as she ran her dirty hands across the base of his neck and walked away.

Old Jack gave a little shake at the thought of her. He felt repulsed. And those teeth—he hadn’t seen teeth like that since he was a child. They reminded him of his mother’s. He took a big sip of his whiskey to calm his nerves.

Across the bar he noticed a glass case that held a collection of old swords. He fantasized about breaking the glass, grabbing a sword and slicing the vulgar woman’s head clean off her disgusting frame. Little does she know, he thought, how close she actually came to death.

He took another big sip of whiskey and again focused on the sword collection, eyeing it carefully.

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