"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

ONE


PRESENT DAY

тАЬNow, that a muthafucknтАЩ whip rite chur.тАЭ

Jonsey looked over at the idiot who was hunkered down next to him in the bus stop. The pair of them had been parked in the Plexiglas gerbil cage for three hours. At least. Although comments like that had made it seem a matter of days.

And were going to make shit justifiable homicide.

тАЬYou a white boy, you know that?тАЭ Jonsey pointed out.

тАЬSay whaaaaat?тАЭ

Okay, make that three years of waiting. тАЬCaucasian, dude. As in you need fuckinтАЩ sunblock in the summer. As in not like mтАЩselfтАФтАЭ

тАЬWhatever, man, check out that rideтАФтАЭ

тАЬAs in why you gotta talk like you from the тАЩhood? You act a fool, yo.тАЭ

At this point, he just wanted to get the night over. It was cold, it was snowing, and he had to wonder who heтАЩd pissed off to get stuck with Vanilla Ice over here.

Matter of fact, he was thinking about pulling out of this bullshit altogether. He was making good paper dealing in Caldwell; he was two months out of prison for those murders heтАЩd done as a juvie; the last thing he was interested in was hanging with some white bitch determined to get street cred through vocabulary.

Oh, and then there was the Richie Rich neighborhood they were in. For all he knew, there was an ordinance out here that you werenтАЩt allowed on the streets after ten p.m.

Why the hell had he agreed to this?

тАЬWill. You. Please. Look. At. That. Fine. Automobile.тАЭ

Just to shut the guy up, Jonsey turned his head and leaned out of the shelter. As blowing snow got into his eyes, he cursed. Fucking upstate New York in the winter. Cold enough to ice-cube your ballsтАФ

WellтАжhello, there.

Across a shallow parking lot, sitting right in front of a sparkling-clean, no-graffitiтАЩd, twenty-four-hour CVS, there was, in fact, a sweet-ass fucking whip. The Hummer was totally blacked out, no chrome anywhereтАФnot on the wheels, not around the windows, not even on the grille. And it was the big-bodyтАФand, going by all that trim, no doubt had the big engine in it.

The ride was the kind of thing youтАЩd see on the streets where he was from, the vehicle of a major dealer. Except they were far from the inner city out here, so it was just some cracker trying to look like he had a dick.

Vanilla-man hiked up his backpack, one-strapping it. тАЬIтАЩma check it out.тАЭ

тАЬBus is coming soon.тАЭ Jonsey checked his watch, and did some wishful thinking. тАЬFive, maybe ten minutes.тАЭ

тАЬCome onтАФтАЭ

тАЬBye, asshole.тАЭ

тАЬYou scared or some shit?тАЭ The SOB lifted his hands and started going Paranormal Activity. тАЬOh, scurrrrrryтАФтАЭ

Jonsey outted his gun and punched the muzzle right into that dumb-ass face. тАЬI got no problem killinтАЩ you right here. I done it before. I do it again. Now back the fuck off and do yтАЩself a favor. Shut the fuck up.тАЭ