Chapter Nineteen
Gary Giordano grabbed Charleston's cell phone while the other showered.
“Oh hello.” He called up the sacred Twitter feed. “Hmmm? Just how gay is Chazz today? ...Cock smuggling little bitch.”
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Charleston's head reeled, as he considered several paths to retaliation. His blood bubbled until it harmonized. “I got it.”
The response would be swift and in the form of a video.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, into his phone camera. He huddled behind a pickup truck across the street from the Reseda apartment he shared with Gary.
“We are taking it to the next dimension today. Up, up and away. Hold onto your genitals, because hunting season is now open.”
Gary's Chevy sedan turned into the lot, and he sat exhausted in his driver's seat.
“Shhhh,” said Charleston to the camer
