The Devil's Stop (Jack Widow Book 10) by Scott Blade

Author:Scott Blade [Blade, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Black Lion Media
Published: 2018-08-08T00:00:00+00:00

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The next morning, Widow woke up early because of the sounds of rattling pipes from someone running a shower in another unit. Slivers of sunlight beamed through the window across his face and chest.

He must’ve been dreaming because the covers had mostly fallen off the bed like he had tossed and turned through the night.

He got out of bed, leaving it unmade. He left the covers draped the way they were and went to the shower to check his clothes. They were dry. His shirt was a little stiff, as if he had starched it, which he didn’t.

He left the clothes hanging for a moment and heard the faint noise of spray from the shower below him. It was Harvard. She was up and showering.

He couldn’t help but picture it in his mind.

She had said she was a married woman. What was she doing here?

Married or not, pregnant or not, she was an attractive woman, and he was a single man allowed to have his own thoughts. He felt no guilt for taking a moment to picture her naked and wet and in the shower.

He shook off the thought and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Widow had natural muscle. He always had. Good genetics. It was also amplified because of the lifestyle he lived. A man who drifts from place to place, walking a lot, is a man who will naturally be very fit.

Tattoos covered large pieces of real estate on his torso, arms, and back. Each of them had a meaning to him—all of them from a past life.

He looked at himself for another moment. Then he went through the morning routine of a caveman, his morning routine. He took a whiff of his armpit, then his breath, then determined if his smell was acceptable to society. Here, he had to scrutinize himself to a higher standard because he knew that he’d spend breakfast with Star Harvard.

He passed all the smell tests. His breath was fine, but he realized that he no longer had a toothbrush. He had lost it somewhere between the last place he had it and now.

He’d have to buy a new one.

As he thought about the toothbrush, he saw this motel didn’t provide toothpaste, as did finer establishments, which was unfortunate because he could put some paste on his index finger, use it as a temporary toothbrush. It was better than nothing.

The mirror on the wall was just a standard, circular mirror—no medicine cabinet hidden behind it. But under the sink was a two-door cabinet, small and tucked away. He popped it open and saw someone had left a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash. The factory plastic still wrapped it.

He opened it and used it.

At least now, his breath would be good to go.

The shower below him had stopped. So, he got dressed and waited for about ten minutes, then left the room, took his key.

In the parking lot, he walked down to the street and looked around.

He mis-estimated how long Harvard would take to be ready.

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