The Betrayal by Mike Ryan

Author:Mike Ryan [Ryan, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: www.mikeryanbooks.com
Published: 2019-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

10

The following morning, after a restless sleep where Jacobs was often tossing and turning, he was at the pawn shop not too long after Franks opened the place. Usually he opened around nine, but today was one of those days he had a tough time dragging himself in to open the building, not getting there until after ten. Jacobs was already waiting for him in the alley when he got there.

“How long you been waiting?” Franks asked.

“Half hour or so. Don’t you ever open this place on time?”

Franks laughed. “Not really. What’s the point? Not like I got a line of customers waiting to break down the door or something.”

“Fair enough.”

“Why? What’s the matter?”

“What makes you think something’s the matter?”

“Because you’re here waiting for me,” Franks said. “That always means something’s up. Always.”

Once Franks opened the door, Jacobs followed him inside as the owner got the building ready for the day’s business. Franks unlocked the front door, got the register ready, did a few things in the office, all with Jacobs on his tail. When Franks was finally finished doing everything he needed to open, he sat down on a stool behind the counter. He watched Jacobs for a few minutes as he paced around the store, looking down the whole time. There was no doubt something was on his friend’s mind. The pacing always gave it away. It always meant there was a serious subject he was doing some heavy thinking about.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“Something’s not right,” Jacobs replied. “Something’s not right.”

“You wanna elaborate on that?”

“Something’s not right. Something’s not right. I know it. I feel it. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Franks looked up at the ceiling and rolled his eyes, recognizing the mood his friend was in. He’d seen it several times before. He was in one of those moods where he was thinking and talking about something, but not really hearing what other people were saying. He would just keep on repeating the same thing, like something was stuck in his head.

“So, what happened with your lady friend last night?” Franks asked. “Get what you needed?”

“I feel like I’m almost there. I just can’t seem to get the final piece.”

“Well, as long as you’re paying attention to me, how ‘bout some breakfast?”

“I’m missing something.”

“Yeah, breakfast.”

“No, at the house, something happened, and I should be recognizing it.”

“Might just be your stomach that’s growling,” Franks said, seeming as if he was having fun at his friend’s expense.

“Something should have been there, but wasn’t. Or maybe something shouldn’t have been there, but was.”

Franks got a confused look on his face, not having a clue what he was saying. “Man, is that how I sound most of the time? ‘Cause that don’t make a lick of sense.”

After a few more minutes of pacing and talking, Jacobs finally sat down, pulling up another stool on the other side of the counter. It seemed like he was starting to relax and recognize his surroundings. Franks just looked at him and smiled.

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