9
BUILDS YOU UP, JUST TO PUT YOU DOWN
Horvath sleeps through the night like a big baby with a five o’clock shadow.
He checks the clock. It’s nearly 11:00 am.
Haven’t slept this well since the last time someone slipped me a mickey.
He reaches for a pack of cigarettes that isn’t there, groans, thinks of the two apes who followed him all over town.
What are the hiding at that nightclub? What does it have to do with my man?
How many more thugs are they going to send looking for me?
His bladder’s about to burst. He gets up, walks to the bathroom, takes a s***h, washes his hands and face.
No time for a shave. No good blades, anyway.
Grabs a shirt. Clean, but not as white as it used to be. He puts on a fresh suit, this one a slightly darker shade of gray.
Wallet, keys, watch, change, l
