STRANGER (5)
CHAPTER FIVE “What did you do, Javier?” she blurted in to the speaker the second the phone connected. Her heart was racing as she paced up and down, ignoring the old haggard woman coughing painfully beside her. “ Nothing, my love! I did nothing and I hope you’re on a bus on your way down here. ” He took a gulp from his scotch. “Morgan Pyle is dead! And no I’m not on a bus - in fact, I’m not coming at all. I didn’t sign up for murder, Javier! Now what the hell happened?” “ You signed up for everything the moment you met Brendan Pyle at that bar, and I have everything under control, so stop whining and get your ass down here immediately. ” He didn’t hide his disgust at her weakness, “you know I hate waiting”. Larry frowned deeply as he watched the tape while Brendan nervously paced the room. “Do you have the slightest idea what this guy wants?” Larry got up and put on his jacket. “If I did would I be here?” he answered rudely. He hadn’t eaten or rested since he f...