Mar 02, 2009 20:17
As he pulled his car out of Margaret Hall's driveway, Alek Spera was still angry over his conversation with her. Conversation, hell, it wasn't even a conversation, it was a quarrel, what was it about this woman that made doing this job so different then what any other was? Fishing his ever present cigarettes from his pocket, he quickly lit one before replacing the pack.
He'd been with Carlie Nagle for longer then he wanted to think about, the man had essentially owned him since he was a kid. Despite how he felt about what the man did for his living, what he demanded of Alek himself, he'd learned long ago the consequences of crossing him. So, why now was he beginning to think he should do just that?
This woman and her family, they weren't anything like those Nagle usually sent him to deal with. She wasn't a compulsive gambler, she wasn't some hooker looking for her next fix, or a welsher trying to find the easy way out of repaying his latest loan. No matter how hard he tried to look at it, he couldn't see her the way he saw all of those others.
He certainly wasn't looking forward to the upcoming conversation with Nagle, and telling him the woman's husband not only wasn't there, but she claimed they didn't have the money. Why did he have the sinking feeling that they might be revisiting some of those nightmares of his past by the time he finished delivering the news?
Muse: Alek Spera
Fandom: The Deep End
Words: 255
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