Narrator - Fiction - U.S. Southern accents
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US South)Transcript
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Elizabeth Godly? Yes. We need to talk, little brother. I'm guessing since you was the one that stopped by Tommy's house this morning, you ain't told anybody yet. Maybe you didn't believe it was me. Maybe you was feeling guilty for what happened three years ago. Mom, ever forgive you for murder me? I heard you got an award for it. Shock gave way to anger at the voice of the brother he'd idolized until they'd gone so far on their separate ways that the gulf was too wide to cross the brother he'd mourned. We do need to talk. Name the time, Thomas. Place out back in the garage. Don't let his old lady see you laying laughed, which sent a flinch of anger across gentry shoulders. He was buzzed on something. Last time they'd been together long enough to have a conversation. Lang had shown up at Gentry's place in New Orleans looking for drug money. His devils of choice at that time were coke. To get up in a TSH to come down. Who knew what he was into. Now, when Hey, I'm here now. Just hanging out, bro. You working? Who are you getting ready to? bang on that sweet little niece of Ava Soy. I might try to get a taste that myself. If he touched Seeley Gentry would have to kill him again. And this time there'd be no coming back for either one of them. He swallowed the anger and wrapped his training around him like a cloak. He kept his voice serious but calm. I'm just south of coma. I could be there in 30 minutes. That work, I guess I don't have to tell you to come alone, Gent. Just you and me. Conversation between brothers. I'll be alone. Gentry ended the call and sat for a moment, taking deep breaths and thinking. Lying had bought him a little time. He was nowhere near Homa and could be a Tommy's in 10 minutes. But he had to handle this right for a change, start thinking like a law enforcement officer and stop thinking with his heart. He called Jennison Claire cellphone, gave her a brief rundown and asked if she'd go straight to see Lee's house and stay there until they heard something. She was coming off a long workday, but he trusted her. More important, he thought Seeley trusted her If you need to tell Seeley there's a credible threat to get her to cooperate, that's okay. I might have had my doubts before, but this Israel on my way and red I owe you, Jenna chuckled, but it was strained. Don't worry, Broussard. I'm running a tab. Next call Warren, who answered on the first ring with a gruff do sit. Why have you been looking for me? God help him! Gentry took a studying breath and talked fast, sticking to the fax how he was sure he'd been mistaken about it. Being laying, deciding he should approach Tommy and ending with the phone call from his not so dead brother. The I'm sorry at the end of his spiel sounded lame even to him. Save it, Warren said. And the snap in those two words said Worlds, Where are you? I'm about 10 minutes from the Rendezvous five. If he drove fast, he swallowed hard and tried again. I'm sorry, Ward. I should have told you from the get go. You damn well should've give me Mason's address. Gentry. Read it off. You want me to call the sheriff? ****, no. Gentry winced. Worn on Lee cursed when He was really ****** off. You keep your *** where it is until you get a shitload of deputies coming your way. You take directives from them, You understand me? No more Lone Ranger. I'll be right behind them. Yes, sir. Gentry ended the call and sat in his truck feeling like the worm he waas. No more than two or three minutes passed before an unmarked black sedan pulled up in front of him, followed by a truck with the T. P S O shield emblem on the side. He got out ready to take grief. He didn't know the two guys in the sedan, but Adam might sell. Exited the SUV. Broussard. What the Hales going on?