I haven’t gotten my head around that one yet.
June 22, 2013
A small episode from my novel SNOW. You can download it or have a look. Its free. A bargain at twice the price.
SNOW is part of a series of novels involving an aging police officer in the suburbs of Toronto. In this novel weather plays a key role in the novel. In the previous novels The Hole and H&R (HER) a bottomless well and a asteroid play key roles. There are a couple of short books that have evolved from this. One is about serial killer. But I haven’t gotten my head around that one yet.
25. Brothers and Partners
“Did you notice the Chrysler following us?” Michael said as he laid his clothes carefully out in the dresser drawer.
David was playing with the television. He slammed the top of the set with the palm of his hand. “Cable is out! Must be this fucking storm.What Chrysler?”
“The one that was sitting on our ass all the way here.”
“Who would be following us? And what was all that Irish accent stuff in that bar? I felt ridiculous talking like a Mic. And Sean. What kind of name is that?”
“It’s all I could think of at the time,” Michael responded, continuing to lay his clothes in precise rows. “Why’d you call me Michael? The idea was that we wouldn’t use our real names, brother.”
“Well, you could have told me that before we walked into that dump.” David kept pushing the buttons on the remote. “If we have a plan, tell me the fucking plan. And that bar! Zig Zag? What kind of fucking name is that? And the smug look on that bartender’s face. I’d like to wrap his grin around my fist.” David threw the remote against the wall. It smashed into pieces.
Michael turned and looked at the pieces of the remote on the floor. He grinned.
“Fuck!” David roared. “Are we going to be locked up in here all evening with nothing to do? I hate being bored. I don’t know why we couldn’t have stayed downtown where there’s a little action. Out here in the sticks! God! We should have brought that girl back from the Zig Zag. She looked like she was up for a party.”
“She’s old enough to be our mom,” Michael responded.
David got up from in front of the television and walked over to the window. He parted the Venetian blinds and stared out into the snow at the car parked across the street.
“And this weather! I thought we left this shit behind in Russia. Your Chrysler is sitting across the street.”
“What’s he doing?”
David pressed closer to the window. “Nothing. Maybe I should go out and ask him what he wants.”
Michael picked up several pairs of dark blue socks and placed them like napkins in the top drawer. “What if it’s a cop?”
“Why would it be a cop?”
“Why would it be anyone else?” Michael responded. “Right now the cops have nothing on us. Let the fuckers stay out there all night and freeze their balls off.”
“I don’t care if it is the cops, I don’t like to be watched. Never liked it. This is the New World.”
“Stay focused, brother. We’ve got other fish to fry. We’ll check out the other motels on the airport strip. This Lombardo guy has got to be hiding somewhere.”
“You think he’ll be signed in under his own name, Michael?”
“No. But what else can we do? Let’s check around and see if there are any games. Guys like Lombardo are addicted to gambling. Someone must have seen him.”
David looked back from the window. “What are we gong to do about Mazudo?”
“I told you not to play with that cocksucker,” Michael responded.
David returned to the other bed and opened his bag, dumping his clothes into a drawer. “Shit! I had some good dope here. How was I supposed to know that Mazudo was holding a flush?”
Michael shook his head. “Because it was his game, brother.”
“You think he was cheating?”
Michael glanced at his brother’s clothes piled in his dresser drawer. “Look at the mess you’ve made. Why can’t you pack your things away neatly like any normal human being?”
“I had some good dope in here,” David said rummaging through his bag. He laughed. “Here it is.” He took out a lunch bag of dope and papers and started rolling a joint. “So now we have to find this Lombardo prick to pay off our debt to Mazudo. I’m getting tired of doing other people’s laundry.”
“Your debt,” Michael corrected David.
“There is an easier solution to all of this.” David lit up a joint. “Let’s just whack Mazudo. The guy is a slime ball.”
Michael closed the drawer to his dresser. “That’s plan B, brother.” Michael looked at the joint in David’s fingers. “Let me have some of that.”