Speak No Evil. Audible book narration
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chapter one another day. Another body. The family business wasn't pleasant, but it was all he had left. Western would never get used to it, even if he was numb to it. He wasn't sure living was worth it. When he was barely surviving, he wasn't sure any of it was worth it anymore. Westerns pocket vibrated. He ignored it. His hands weren't exactly free. Why couldn't he ever get the short people? Probably because he was nearly a giant himself. There wasn't a sound except the gravel crunching under his boots. New Orleans was an eerie place, even in the Garden district, which was one of the nicest suburban neighborhoods the moon had said, casting the alley and darkness, allowing him to move around without notice. But it didn't help his nerves. He would have felt less like he was in a Stephen King novel if there had been some kind of noise. But the city's rich nightlife didn't extend this far. He granted, and through the body from over his shoulder into the trunk. His back was already feeling the strain from the short jaunt. He slumped against the bumper of the rental car as he snapped off one flesh toned latex glove and tossed it into the trunk. He answered without checking the caller, i d Hello, Weston. It's Smith. His handlers rough voice came over the line. I'm kind of in the middle of something, as you know, Can I call you back? Weston adjusted the duct tape over the judges mouth as he started to come to, wouldn't want him to scream. Western turns slightly and leaned over to pin and with a stare. This is what happens to judges who take payoffs to swing verdicts. Smith laughed at the comment, but then his voice flipped and lowered, I need you on something else now. His handlers tone was gruff. He was the no nonsense sort, but Weston didn't take him seriously. He would always be Uncle Smith. I don't get paid if I don't finish, Weston said, Letting his annoyance show the judge dead. Smith asked. I'm not talking to a dead guy. I'm not that crazy Yet. Western told off his other glove and added it to a paper bag next to the guy's head. He would burn the contents later. This job takes priority. I'll send my cleanup team. It wasn't a request, his spirits lifted for the first time in weeks. Gonna leave him in the trunk. I really hate torture killings. He removed the evidence bag and slammed shut the back end of the car before Smith agreed. The guy deserved what was coming to him. But Western, like things quiet without the clean up and take it out of your cut, he added as an afterthought. I'll add it to the back end as a cost, Smith said, and Western envisioned him making air quotes as he spoke. Anyways, the big boss needs to know if this kid is talking about an incident that happened a couple days ago. He wants full surveillance. Top priority around the clock might end in a hit What the kid dio Weston clicked the lock on the key fob, glancing around to make sure he hadn't drawn any attention. Being on the phone at two in the morning was unusual for this part of town. I have not been informed, Smith tone was Kurt. It makes my job easier when I have all the details, Western growled. Listen, I know you don't kill the innocent ones, but this is surveillance. You need the money and I want the best on it. Take the bone. You're being thrown so you don't have to do anymore torture. This was his cue to shut the **** up. So he let Smith say what he wanted. He was, after all, the only person still talking to Western after the divorce that Smith was right. He needed the money West. Smith sounded hesitant. What? Weston didn't like the tone. Are the rumors true? He cursed under his breath, switching hands with the phone? Yes. Western mumbled it was impossible to lie. She cursed you. Leave it to Smith to test the limits of the curse. Correct? The word came out in voluntarily, though He fought it hard. He had to end this call before he did more damage. And the job was a perfect excuse. I need to get out of here and get on your boy. You can't lie. Smith pressed west and exhale gruffly into the receiver static reverberating back into his car. Not that I've found. He squeezed the phone harder than was probably good for it. **** West. Tell me about it. He didn't try and mask his emotions. I hope this won't affect our business relationship. Least it means we can trust you, right? Ah, Smith laughs too. Soon Western winced. It wasn't easy to find trustworthy people in this line of work anymore, but Western had always been one of them, even before the curse. You're still the best in the business, and that's including the rest of the aims. Weston. If the big boss gets wind, I'm gonna play it like that should get you a few points, Smith said. It was more than anyone else was doing for him. Thank you, sir. He was lucky. Smith still had his back when everyone else had turned theirs. I'll have a case left at the drop. Smith hung up before Western could.