Sleep With the Fishes by Brian M. Wiprud

Author:Brian M. Wiprud [Wiprud, Brian M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780440336334
Google: Q_ON2QM-kusC
Amazon: B000JMKTRS
Publisher: Dell
Published: 2006-09-26T00:00:00+00:00

After viewing the tape twice, Price had the video freeze-frame on the dim, flickery image of Johnny Fest’s face, eyes open, mouth open, looking just a little surprised and quite dead. Sure, the tape quality was poor in the low light under the truck, and the camera sat at a weird angle.

But Price knew that face. O.K., so he had focused more on lost disability opportunities than on the trauma of being shot. It had been pretty hairy though, and if he’d had any time to consider his predicament before the gun went off, it would have been downright disturbing. But Price was a former gridiron champ and had an instinctively cool reaction to injury. And the whole thing had happened damned fast.

However, it hadn’t happened so fast that the face of the guy behind the trigger didn’t stick. Hell, there was no question that the guy flickering on the screen was the guy who shot him. The red and white striped shirt clearly visible under the back of the truck made it a positive I.D. And with what all these people on the tape were saying, well, it got Price to thinking. He phoned the barracks.

“Stoney?…Hey, it’s Price…. No, I’m O.K., fine, yeah, really…. Oh, it just glanced off a rib…. Yeah, a hollow point. Look, Stoney, is there a make on the guy that…yeah…Johnny Fest, huh…yeah…Anybody grab him?…Yeah, from the composite?…What?…Uh-huh. Newark?…Whoa, the guard’s eyes…You’re shitting me, no kidding?…You’re damned right I feel lucky…. What?…A reward? Who?…oh, the Brotherhood of Guards, huh?…No—really? You’re joking. Is that legal?…But doesn’t that really mean ‘Dead or Alive?’…Yeah, well, that’s what I thought…. Yeah, I guess they all would be out hoping to find that BMW…Uh-huh, look, Stoney, I gotta go…. Yeah, Monday…Right. I will, yeah…. O.K…. Yes, bye.”

Price slammed the phone down and turned to the TV screen. He tugged absently at his diamond stud earring, contemplating his options.

“I might just cash in on this thing after all.”

Price winked at the TV and finished his flat beer. He burped, blinked off the VCR, got his windbreaker, and left the house.

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