Chapter 11
Dark Alliances
I jolted from a dead sleep by the doorbell blasting. I rose on my elbows, scowling, staring past my office door. “Lafitte!” I shouted, my voice groggy. “Get the damn door. Delivery’s here!” The bell continued to blare through the pub like it was coming off its hinges.
Eyeing the alarm clock on the small table next to my bed, I realized the pub was empty. It was only six in the morning. None of the employees were on the clock this early. I guessed the liquor guy delivered at the c***k of dawn. “Piss!”
I angrily ripped the covers off and slid out of bed and slipped on my jeans, wincing. My head was pounding, and that damn bell wasn’t helping. “All right! Geez, I’m coming!” I shouted. But the person pushing the bell must be deaf. “For Pete’s f*****g sakes! I’m co
