Dave didn't dare open it until he had privacy. He stepped quickly. The plastic bag coiled and digging into his fingers. The
duffel bag
he carried, slung over his right shoulder. He gripped the strap with all the might of his right hand and fingers.
Sweat now formed on his forehead. He had already been sweating everywhere else. Behinds his legs, his ass, his balls. Now the face. That's when you knew the
Heat
was bad. The words of the delivery guy now played in his head as he tried to walk off his heat. "you're walking in THIS heat?"
the sentence played on loop as he made his way to the apartment. He'd be there at 369 Evergrove within five minutes. He wished he was already there. What in the world was in the duffel bag? Did the lady at the Chinese restaurant know what Dave and
Big Joe
were up to?
No. that would be too dangerous. She was probably simply paid to passs on messages. She probably didn't know what the bags she passed on contained. It was better doing business that way. You open a bag belonging to the wrong person and you might find your life expectancy shortened.
Dave was excited. After the mess at the
Seaside Rest
he had wanted to be back in the mix again. Right beside danger and violence. He could smell it now. The mission that was about to come. It all began with
the sign
.
Six weeks since the verizon bill was paid. Six weeks. Running through the six with my woes.
This was all connected to the
six god
in
Toronto
somehow. It would only be a matter of time before Dave would meet
Drake
himself. Then who knew what would happen? Dave's life would be changed. One hit for the six god and he could be back in business.
He was only two minutes a way from the apartment now. His fingers clung onto the duffel bag strap even more firmly.