“Well, over the summer, I was down on Rush street partying with some Marine buddies in on leave. Well, we were pretty lit and so we decided to walk down to the lake to get some air. On the way we passed a couple of gay bars, and in this alley some guy with his pants and underwear down around his ankles is standing there looking at us as another guy is on his knees in front of the guy his head bobbing up and down. Then the guy on his knees must've sensed somebody looking at him and he turned.” Brig smirked. “Guess who?”
“Orson.”
“You got it.”
“And he recognized you?”
“Oh yeah.”
Denny nodded and walked up to Brig. “Let me borrow your pistol.”
“What for?” Brig grabbed the gun and held it away from him.
“Just let me have it. Come on, Brig. I don’t …show more content…
The anger was building in him. Rashida. Now Brig. And whoever killed them was still out there. He clenched his jaw and pushed off the tub. He stood to his feet. Swallowing hard he gave Brig one last look, grabbed the pistol and hurried out of the bathroom.
Yeah, whoever killed them was still out there.
All the while checking for the cops, and even more for Orson, Denny hustled to his car for the stuff he’d bought at Walmart. He carried the plastic bag up to Brig’s. As he shut the door behind him, he was finally starting to think clearer. And there was no one to think about but Orson. Orson who said he wanted to kill Brig, and now he’d actually done it. Orson, the phony, the liar, the killer.
Cringing from the pain in his useless left wrist, Denny took off his coat and then his sweatshirt and shirt. He grabbed the micro-cassette out of its box and slipped in two batteries. He made sure it recorded. He stretched out the duct tape and wrapped it twice around the micro-cassette, careful to avoid the controls and microphone, and then taped the micro-cassette to his chest, wrapping the duct tape around four times.
Forgoing his shirt, he slipped on the sweatshirt, which hung bulky and loosely enough to at least decently obscure the micro-cassette. He was out the
“Orson.”
“You got it.”
“And he recognized you?”
“Oh yeah.”
Denny nodded and walked up to Brig. “Let me borrow your pistol.”
“What for?” Brig grabbed the gun and held it away from him.
“Just let me have it. Come on, Brig. I don’t …show more content…
The anger was building in him. Rashida. Now Brig. And whoever killed them was still out there. He clenched his jaw and pushed off the tub. He stood to his feet. Swallowing hard he gave Brig one last look, grabbed the pistol and hurried out of the bathroom.
Yeah, whoever killed them was still out there.
All the while checking for the cops, and even more for Orson, Denny hustled to his car for the stuff he’d bought at Walmart. He carried the plastic bag up to Brig’s. As he shut the door behind him, he was finally starting to think clearer. And there was no one to think about but Orson. Orson who said he wanted to kill Brig, and now he’d actually done it. Orson, the phony, the liar, the killer.
Cringing from the pain in his useless left wrist, Denny took off his coat and then his sweatshirt and shirt. He grabbed the micro-cassette out of its box and slipped in two batteries. He made sure it recorded. He stretched out the duct tape and wrapped it twice around the micro-cassette, careful to avoid the controls and microphone, and then taped the micro-cassette to his chest, wrapping the duct tape around four times.
Forgoing his shirt, he slipped on the sweatshirt, which hung bulky and loosely enough to at least decently obscure the micro-cassette. He was out the