Emily Kimelman - Sydney Rye 02 - Death in the Dark by Emily Kimelman
Authors: Emily Kimelman
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photo album that showed my family in much happier times. Everything fit into a small knapsack and I left the RV with it.
The day was bright and I walked slowly toward Ramon’s house. I stopped and stood in the hot sun for a long moment. Sweat pooled in my lower back and I squinted in the heat. I never said I would stay, why announce that I’m leaving? Don’t be a schmuck, I thought, and continued to the small home.
“Hola,” I called, but no one responded. I knocked and pushed open the front door but no one was home. It was cooler in the cement structure. I put down my bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a wad of cash.
My pen hovered over the blank page. What could I say to this man and his generous mother? They took me in with no judgment. No questions. They let me be. How few people we find in this world who will offer you that space. “Thank you,” I wrote, “You will always be with me.” Then I put the money in the center of the note and folded it up. I left it sitting on Ramon’s worn plastic chair.
Back out in the heat of the day, Mulberry was waiting in the car with the air-conditioning on. Blue was in the back seat, his head resting on the armrest next to Mulberry. I settled into the buttery leather and we took off into the dunes.
“You probably won’t do anything like that in London, right?” Mulberry asked as we pulled onto the paved road.
“Yeah, probably not. I don’t see the government turning against its own people there.”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but bit his tongue at the last second. I could almost guess what it was. That even if the government did turn against its own people, there wasn’t much I could do about it. Killing people only makes you feel better, it rarely solves the problem.
Kurt Jessup dying didn’t bring back James, and those crispy corpses in the desert didn’t bring back Ramon’s sister. Time will not be swayed or discouraged. It marches on and on with no thought of righting wrongs or delivering justice. Killing might be my best, but it wasn’t good enough.
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SUNSHINE ON A SUNNY DAY
Carlos was the one who felt my phone vibrating; it was under one of the napkins we’d used for our picnic lunch. I found it, and glancing quickly at the “UNKNOWN” on the caller ID, picked it up. While used to calls from unknown places, I was not used to calls from this guy.
“Sydney, how are you?”
I didn’t actually recognize his voice right away. I rolled away from Carlos, sitting up. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who this is.” It was when he laughed that I recognized him. “Bobby?”
He laughed again. “I’m glad you remember me. My heart would be broken if I could be so easily forgotten.”
I stood up, Carlos looked up at me, a question in his eyes. I shook my head and stepped away from our blanket. My dog, Blue, a huge wolf-like creature with one blue eye and one brown followed me, keeping at a heel. “Forget you, Bobby Maxim? In order to do that I’d need a lobotomy.”
“With your penchant for revenge, I half expect to see you bursting through my closet doors some day, guns blazing.”
I laughed. “Who says I’m not in there right now?”
“I know exactly where you are. I’ve been keeping very good track of you.”
I looked around the park. Gentle green hills spotted with couples and groups of friends lounging on blankets dominated the landscape. On a field below me a soccer match was beginning to form. A woman ran by in a skin-tight suit, nothing on her jiggled.
“Are you here now?”
“No, no. I’m calling to ask a favor.”
“That’s rich.”
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around and stepped back. Blue let out a growl. Carlos stood behind me, his hands out, palms forward in a sign of peace. “I just wanted to let you know I’m going to join some mates for a game of
The day was bright and I walked slowly toward Ramon’s house. I stopped and stood in the hot sun for a long moment. Sweat pooled in my lower back and I squinted in the heat. I never said I would stay, why announce that I’m leaving? Don’t be a schmuck, I thought, and continued to the small home.
“Hola,” I called, but no one responded. I knocked and pushed open the front door but no one was home. It was cooler in the cement structure. I put down my bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a wad of cash.
My pen hovered over the blank page. What could I say to this man and his generous mother? They took me in with no judgment. No questions. They let me be. How few people we find in this world who will offer you that space. “Thank you,” I wrote, “You will always be with me.” Then I put the money in the center of the note and folded it up. I left it sitting on Ramon’s worn plastic chair.
Back out in the heat of the day, Mulberry was waiting in the car with the air-conditioning on. Blue was in the back seat, his head resting on the armrest next to Mulberry. I settled into the buttery leather and we took off into the dunes.
“You probably won’t do anything like that in London, right?” Mulberry asked as we pulled onto the paved road.
“Yeah, probably not. I don’t see the government turning against its own people there.”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but bit his tongue at the last second. I could almost guess what it was. That even if the government did turn against its own people, there wasn’t much I could do about it. Killing people only makes you feel better, it rarely solves the problem.
Kurt Jessup dying didn’t bring back James, and those crispy corpses in the desert didn’t bring back Ramon’s sister. Time will not be swayed or discouraged. It marches on and on with no thought of righting wrongs or delivering justice. Killing might be my best, but it wasn’t good enough.
***
INSATIABLE (A Sydney Rye Novel, #3) is available now!
Start Reading it now….
SUNSHINE ON A SUNNY DAY
Carlos was the one who felt my phone vibrating; it was under one of the napkins we’d used for our picnic lunch. I found it, and glancing quickly at the “UNKNOWN” on the caller ID, picked it up. While used to calls from unknown places, I was not used to calls from this guy.
“Sydney, how are you?”
I didn’t actually recognize his voice right away. I rolled away from Carlos, sitting up. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who this is.” It was when he laughed that I recognized him. “Bobby?”
He laughed again. “I’m glad you remember me. My heart would be broken if I could be so easily forgotten.”
I stood up, Carlos looked up at me, a question in his eyes. I shook my head and stepped away from our blanket. My dog, Blue, a huge wolf-like creature with one blue eye and one brown followed me, keeping at a heel. “Forget you, Bobby Maxim? In order to do that I’d need a lobotomy.”
“With your penchant for revenge, I half expect to see you bursting through my closet doors some day, guns blazing.”
I laughed. “Who says I’m not in there right now?”
“I know exactly where you are. I’ve been keeping very good track of you.”
I looked around the park. Gentle green hills spotted with couples and groups of friends lounging on blankets dominated the landscape. On a field below me a soccer match was beginning to form. A woman ran by in a skin-tight suit, nothing on her jiggled.
“Are you here now?”
“No, no. I’m calling to ask a favor.”
“That’s rich.”
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around and stepped back. Blue let out a growl. Carlos stood behind me, his hands out, palms forward in a sign of peace. “I just wanted to let you know I’m going to join some mates for a game of
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