Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
"Maybe not but somebody did."
"I don't know Dominic it seems rather far fetched why would someone drug me? And who?"
"That's what I'm going to find out." I didn't tell her about Garrett, not yet I had to get to the bottom of this first. I could see she was having a hard time accepting that she might've been drugged, I wouldn't have believed it myself either if I didn't have the proof.
“You need to call the doctor and tell him you need a check up ASAP.” I could see that made her nervous but even though Garret had assured me the kid should be okay I wasn’t willing to take the chance.
She ran to the phone and called; forty minutes later she was lying on an examination table. I had word with the doctor out of earshot to let him know what he should be looking for. He too was very reassuring about the affects on the baby but I still needed hard proof.
When he was through with her I ran her back up the mountain, I had shit to do that couldn’t wait.
"I have something to take care of I might be a few hours, you'll be okay here by yourself?"
"Yes, you're coming back though right?"
"Of course I'm coming back."
Chapter 11
In the last few days I’d been doing my homework while I waited for Garret. There was only one person in the surrounding areas that could’ve supplied the drug since I’m pretty sure the guilty party hadn’t ordered it online. I know this guy Jimmy Belafonte was a small time hustler who dabbled in illegals on the side along with some other shady shit. Every small town has their Jimmy it seems. The American fucking nightmare!
I’d never had reason to pay him a visit before; our worlds didn’t collide. It would probably be better to let my father in law deal with this shit he’s the law after all. I’m sure he could find something to haul good old Jimmy off to the clinker for, but I needed more than that, I needed names. There were too many variables at play here, things that had I kept a cool head I would’ve seen didn’t add up. But now with new light shining on this shit I could see the gaping holes.
He was out back in his yard shirtless puttering around with some old pieces of pipe or some shit. He was a scraggly, pock marked douche who looked twenty years older than the twenty four I knew him to be; the typical small-town addict. I didn’t make a sound as I crept up on him but his survival instinct must’ve been high because he senses me all the same. I guess in his line of work you had to have a sixth sense.
His first instinct on seeing me was to run as is the way with prey when a predator came into its space. But I’d been prepared for that. The gun I held trained on him ensured that he didn’t move a fucking muscle. “You know who I am?”
“Sorta, what do you want with me man? I didn’t do anything.” His eyes shifted from side to side seeking an escape but there was none. The fucker was twitchy as shit too, looked like Jimmy likes to sample the merchandise.
“I’m not interested in your meth lab; you sold some GHB to someone in my town in the last two and a half weeks or thereabout, who was it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about man, I don’t sell anything I’m a painter.”
“You haven’t had a painting job in over a year asshole” I saw his eyes widen at that bit of knowledge.
“Yeah I did my homework. Now as it stands I’m not interested in your shit, that’s for the cops to deal with.” That was a fucking lie, as soon as I get what I need out of this piece a shit I’m gonna have this place swarming with uniforms. That’s if he didn’t fuck up and cause me to kill his ass.
“I don’t know…”
“Shut the fuck up, I want to know about the GHB, who did you sell it to? And if you fuck with me on this I will shoot so many holes in you not even your mother will recognize you. Starting with your nuts.” I lowered the gun and pointed it at his balls so he’d know I wasn’t fucking talking out my ass.
His shoulders deflated and he started scratching at his body like he had a sudden flea infestation or some shit. He mumbled something that sounded like ‘I knew that stupid bitch would get me in some shit.’
“Come again?” The hair on my body was standing at attention and my gut had gone into overdrive. It had been a toss up the whole way here. Shaw or Brenda, I couldn’t quite work out the dynamics in my head.