Page 49 of Pushed Through The Dark
"Do you ask all your clients what they need?"
"Well," I said, tapping a pen against my hand as I relaxed back. "Look, I'm not here to judge you. Your business is your business. But, I do need some details. You know the people we've worked with, I know the people you work with, so I think you can trust you're in good company. But, yes, I need to know for weight requirements, ventilation purposes, it all depends on what you're traveling with."
"How do I know I can really trust you?"
Braiding my fingers together, I leaned forward and rested my hands between my thighs. "Because you wouldn't be here if you didn't, and I wouldn't have you if I didn't trust you. It goes both ways."
Knox sucked down the rest of his drink and glanced between us. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the John."
Sitting with Gerry, we went over a few different ideas I had for him. He's only transporting cocaine. It was an easy job. We were done in less than twenty minutes, and I was shaking his hand firmly, landing us another big job.
It was right then that I realized my brother wasn't with us. He hadn't been with us for quite a while.
Where the fuck is Knox?
Chapter Eleven
Aubrey
Running a finger acrossthe records on the shelf, I pulled one out. There were so many opera records, dozens and dozens of them all lined up perfectly. Placing it on the record player, I set the needle down, and it crackled to life.
Koa's study upstairs was incredible. The giant window overlooked the garden, catching the sun just right. There was a wall of books, and directly across from it was a wall of records, with a single chair sitting next to the window.
Marian Anderson.
Running my finger around the edge of the record sleeve, her beautiful voice came through the speaker. Laying my head back, I closed my eyes and let this woman's voice infiltrate my soul.
That was the only thing I had in common with this man. My grandmother was an opera singer. She performed all over the world, and this. . . This made me feel like I was close to my family.
With my eyes closed tight, I let the music take me. It brought me home. It let me feel everything I'd lost.I can feel them.
Swaying a finger in the air, the needle suddenly slipped, causing the record to scratch and go silent. Sitting up, I turned around to see Koa's brother pinching the needle with his fingers and an evil smirk on his face.
"So, this is where my brother's hiding you," he said as he pushes the needle deep into the vinyl, causing it to scratch so high it hurt my ears.
Covering my ears, I jumped up from the chair, whipping around to face him. "What do you want?" I asked with a slight tremble in my voice.
