feel a bulge in my pocket and it gives me an idea. “For your troubles, Sir, we are offering you a brand new iPhone.” I pull the phone from my pocket and show it to him, my hands still trembling. He’s not impressed. “And we’ll cover your entire bill for your lifetime.” I pause, still nothing. “And we’ll do the same for up to ten of your closest friends. Plus, $10,000. For your troubles, Sir.” I offer a cheap smile.
He presses the barrel of the gun deeper under my chin and puts his face next to mine, our noses nearly touching. “You have thirty seconds.” He releases the pressure on the gun and pulls it away from me. He pushes me through the door.
Billy had told me to look for something or somewhere to store a lot of cash, somewhere hidden. I scan the room quickly while Snake closes the door behind us. The room is small and has a couch and a tube TV on a stand. There is a short hallway that leads to the kitchen at the end, and there is a single bedroom and bathroom off the wings. The walls are bare and are covered by some old wallpaper.
“Whose van is that?” Snake asks.
“That’s mine, supplied by the company.”
“What’s your name?”
The question catches me off guard. I should have prepared something, but I didn’t. “Bill Franks.” As soon as I say it I regret it.
Snake doesn’t say anything, and he just stares at me for a few seconds. “You have fifteen seconds.”
I look down at the iPhone which is still in my hand, pretending to look at the bars of reception. I point down the hall. “Do you mind?”
He nods once.
The kitchen is practically empty. One folding chair lay on its side near the sink and it looks like the power cord to the refrigerator has been cut. The room smells of rotten garbage.
I quickly turn back down the hall and stick my arm in the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light. A roll of toilet paper rests on the edge of the sink, and an old plunger is in the shower. I think I can see shit on it.
Back in the hallway, I head for the bedroom, but get cut off before I can enter.
“Not in there. Time’s up,” Snake says.
I glance in the room and catch a glimpse of a large painting hanging on the wall near a mattress that lay on the floor with no frame. It seems out of place.
Snake grabs my collar and pulls me toward him. “Not in there I said, motherfucker!” He rips the phone from my hand and pushes me toward the now open front door, my hat falling off in the process. “Now where’s my money?”
“Call customer service and give them my name, they’ll work out the payment details with you.” I don’t know if he believes me or not, but he doesn’t raise the shotgun.
“Don’t ever come back here again.” Snake slams the door in my face. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll realize that the phone doesn’t work, so I quickly turn and head back to the van, unsure if I should run or not.
I do make it back to the van, honestly surprised not to have a bullet in my back. I refuse to look behind me. I slide into the driver’s side and start the van. Billy ducks in the passenger’s seat next to me while Frank is still in the back. I move the van behind the tower, out of site of the house, and stop. Billy sits up in his seat and looks at me.
“I see you’re still alive, that’s a good start,” he says. “What did you find?”
Frank slides down to the end of the bench near us so he can hear.
“I don’t know, I wasn’t in there for very long. There is a painting hanging on the wall in the bedroom, that’s the only place it could be. Maybe there’s a safe behind there or something.”
Billy nods. “Okay, good. That’s good. That’s perfect,” he says. Relieved at his satisfaction with my effort, I slide in the back and sit across from Frank, close to the front. Billy slides over to the driver’s side and turns to me. “Did you lose your hat while you were sucking Snake’s dick?”
Frank laughs, loud and hysterically, with his
He presses the barrel of the gun deeper under my chin and puts his face next to mine, our noses nearly touching. “You have thirty seconds.” He releases the pressure on the gun and pulls it away from me. He pushes me through the door.
Billy had told me to look for something or somewhere to store a lot of cash, somewhere hidden. I scan the room quickly while Snake closes the door behind us. The room is small and has a couch and a tube TV on a stand. There is a short hallway that leads to the kitchen at the end, and there is a single bedroom and bathroom off the wings. The walls are bare and are covered by some old wallpaper.
“Whose van is that?” Snake asks.
“That’s mine, supplied by the company.”
“What’s your name?”
The question catches me off guard. I should have prepared something, but I didn’t. “Bill Franks.” As soon as I say it I regret it.
Snake doesn’t say anything, and he just stares at me for a few seconds. “You have fifteen seconds.”
I look down at the iPhone which is still in my hand, pretending to look at the bars of reception. I point down the hall. “Do you mind?”
He nods once.
The kitchen is practically empty. One folding chair lay on its side near the sink and it looks like the power cord to the refrigerator has been cut. The room smells of rotten garbage.
I quickly turn back down the hall and stick my arm in the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light. A roll of toilet paper rests on the edge of the sink, and an old plunger is in the shower. I think I can see shit on it.
Back in the hallway, I head for the bedroom, but get cut off before I can enter.
“Not in there. Time’s up,” Snake says.
I glance in the room and catch a glimpse of a large painting hanging on the wall near a mattress that lay on the floor with no frame. It seems out of place.
Snake grabs my collar and pulls me toward him. “Not in there I said, motherfucker!” He rips the phone from my hand and pushes me toward the now open front door, my hat falling off in the process. “Now where’s my money?”
“Call customer service and give them my name, they’ll work out the payment details with you.” I don’t know if he believes me or not, but he doesn’t raise the shotgun.
“Don’t ever come back here again.” Snake slams the door in my face. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll realize that the phone doesn’t work, so I quickly turn and head back to the van, unsure if I should run or not.
I do make it back to the van, honestly surprised not to have a bullet in my back. I refuse to look behind me. I slide into the driver’s side and start the van. Billy ducks in the passenger’s seat next to me while Frank is still in the back. I move the van behind the tower, out of site of the house, and stop. Billy sits up in his seat and looks at me.
“I see you’re still alive, that’s a good start,” he says. “What did you find?”
Frank slides down to the end of the bench near us so he can hear.
“I don’t know, I wasn’t in there for very long. There is a painting hanging on the wall in the bedroom, that’s the only place it could be. Maybe there’s a safe behind there or something.”
Billy nods. “Okay, good. That’s good. That’s perfect,” he says. Relieved at his satisfaction with my effort, I slide in the back and sit across from Frank, close to the front. Billy slides over to the driver’s side and turns to me. “Did you lose your hat while you were sucking Snake’s dick?”
Frank laughs, loud and hysterically, with his
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