The gym is old and I noted there was a land line on the wall in the women’s locker room so that’s where I head. I pick it up and I’m surprised to find it works. Gotta love old school technology.
It’s a rotary phone that makes a distinctive clicking sound as my finger moves between the holes on the dial. I use my finger to rotate the dial clockwise then release it only to start again until all the numbers are dialed. What a slow pain in the ass. The large handset feels foreign in my hand and the attached chord allows me to move barely two feet from the wall. It’s set-up to keep conversations short.
Kane’s at the clubhouse and he answers on the first ring. “Yeah?”
“It’s me. Can you get someone to the gym to hang out with Violet for a little …show more content…
I know he’s not this imperceptive. I mean really, did he think I’d crawl into a hole and wait for rescue.
I roll my eyes. “Lock-down. Not happening. I’m thinking maybe we use me as bait. Draw him out someplace….” I’m stopped mid-sentence.
“Oh fuck no. This isn’t up for discussion. Until that bastard’s dead, you’re not going anywhere but the clubhouse.” I’d be scared right now if I wasn’t getting pissed. Looking at his face I wait for horns to grow from his forehead and a pitchfork to show up in his hand.
“I’m not scared of Menendez.” If he wanted to hurt me he had more than enough chances. It was Kane he tried to kill. Me, I only had a good size bruise from his boot and a sting from his hand when he slapped me all those months ago. Nothing life threatening.
He ignores my comment. “We’re going home to get some shit then we’re moving to the clubhouse.” I don’t get the chance to answer before he picks up his phone and makes a call. I start the truck and head home thinking we can talk after he cools off.
We’re ten minutes from the clubhouse when my phone pings. Another text from Menendez but this one is different—alarming: Stay vigilant. The former husband of Violet Butte is intent on harming you. I will do what I can, until then remain alert for his presence.
It’s a rotary phone that makes a distinctive clicking sound as my finger moves between the holes on the dial. I use my finger to rotate the dial clockwise then release it only to start again until all the numbers are dialed. What a slow pain in the ass. The large handset feels foreign in my hand and the attached chord allows me to move barely two feet from the wall. It’s set-up to keep conversations short.
Kane’s at the clubhouse and he answers on the first ring. “Yeah?”
“It’s me. Can you get someone to the gym to hang out with Violet for a little …show more content…
I know he’s not this imperceptive. I mean really, did he think I’d crawl into a hole and wait for rescue.
I roll my eyes. “Lock-down. Not happening. I’m thinking maybe we use me as bait. Draw him out someplace….” I’m stopped mid-sentence.
“Oh fuck no. This isn’t up for discussion. Until that bastard’s dead, you’re not going anywhere but the clubhouse.” I’d be scared right now if I wasn’t getting pissed. Looking at his face I wait for horns to grow from his forehead and a pitchfork to show up in his hand.
“I’m not scared of Menendez.” If he wanted to hurt me he had more than enough chances. It was Kane he tried to kill. Me, I only had a good size bruise from his boot and a sting from his hand when he slapped me all those months ago. Nothing life threatening.
He ignores my comment. “We’re going home to get some shit then we’re moving to the clubhouse.” I don’t get the chance to answer before he picks up his phone and makes a call. I start the truck and head home thinking we can talk after he cools off.
We’re ten minutes from the clubhouse when my phone pings. Another text from Menendez but this one is different—alarming: Stay vigilant. The former husband of Violet Butte is intent on harming you. I will do what I can, until then remain alert for his presence.