Dead on Arrival by Karen Vaughan, Narrated by Skyler Rankin - Audiobook Sample
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dead on arrival Prologue. May 15th, 2005. Delivering the goods. Come on, man. Can't we just leave the package on the balcony? The short, stocky youth was trying to dragon item off the rental truck. No, we got specific orders to deliver the goods right to the apartment. I've got the instructions right here, dog. How we gonna get in there without getting caught? He was anxious about this aspect of his initiation exercise. Rebo brother man, you know I can't do more time if we get caught. They said the next time I go in the joint, they're not letting me out for 20 or so. I can't do it. Scar nearly skinned me alive. The last time Rebo, whose full moniker was actually reboot due to his considerable savvy and moving hot computer parts, looked at his less intelligent brother. Come on, Walter. Your big ***** helped me with the package. I have to deliver this as instructed or I'm dead meat. That's the word from the man. I'll keep you out of the joint. Don't worry. We just have to convince the management of this here building that we got to get in there. Raymond he said. As Ray came across the back parking lot. I got a quick job for you. Bidding starts at 50 and Mom's the word interested Ray, who knew the two boys loosely was known to turn a blind eye when a business opportunity presented itself, even if the opportunity was of a spurious nature. Money talked in his book, Show Me the Color of Your money and We'll talk. I don't need details. It's better. I don't know. Makes lying to the management that much easier. I thought you were management spattered. Rebo. Word got out that I did time on. The best I could get from this gig is assistant super. No cash handling. But hey, let me worry about Jerry. I'll get around him now. What do you need? May 16th, 2005. Finding the package. What was I thinking? As I got up that Monday morning, ID impulsively quit my job. I was on benefits for chronic health problems. However, I was employed. Part time is an office temp. The placement I had been on just didn't work out. Guess I'm just too softhearted to deal with the deadbeats calling and begging for mercy at the collection agency I'd been assigned Thio. I woke up with a sudden fear that despite my best efforts in budgeting that I would have to do something to keep my financials afloat. All those worries were put on the back burner when I tripped over the dead body in the middle of my living room. What the ****? I exclaimed as I went flying over a lump of something as every red blooded girl would do in this situation. I screamed when I managed to pick myself up off the floor. I realized I knew the dead body. The deceased was none other than Anthony Velcro Hodges. He was aptly nicknamed Velcro as he attached himself to his prey until the debt in question was collected upon or an asset was repossessed. He was said to be fairly hard nosed and not well liked in general. In short, he was an aggressive bully and had been arrested for harassing people he attempted to collect from. He probably deserved to be fired for questionable practices, but murdered as my sniffer doesn't usually work properly. First thing in the morning until I get that first pot of coffee going. It didn't even really occur to me that something smelled bad. Well, not bad, per se. More like something rotting. What I had assumed was fermenting, overwrite fruit. Perhaps I'd left my bananas out too long. Waas. In reality, Anthony, I went around opening windows and the balcony doors. Justus, my gag reflexes were kicking in too late, and I hurled my first cup of coffee out onto the patio. Maybe it wasn't just the smell, but the shock of seeing a body in the middle of my living room and the realization that my personal space had been grossly violated. The only two people that had keys besides me were Jerry and Ray the super's. I immediately thought this was one of Jerry's practical jokes, but where did he get the stiff?