Perras Malas by Manny Torres

Author:Manny Torres [Manny Torres]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Outcast Press
Published: 2022-06-30T14:00:00+00:00

Ch. Seventeen

It was one of those new Cadillacs that looked like a sports car. Two doors. Seth was driving. Blanco sat in the backseat, mumbling to himself.

“Roomy,” Blitz said from the passenger side. “I like this shit. I was telling Phil to get one. It’s like a fucking spaceship. Goddamn, it’s so fucking foggy out here.”

“Where’s your new ride?” Seth asked.

“Left it parked in front of the club. It got fucked in the fire.”

“You parked it where I told you never to park it.”

“Yep. It always kept people from stealing the rims though.”

“And now it’s burnt,” said Seth.

“Yep. The tires on the right side all melted.”

“Did you file your claim?”

“Not yet.” Blitz yawned.

“Come on, man. It’s not going to pay for itself like that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I got it covered.”

Seth checked his teeth in the rearview and straightened his tie. He eyeballed Blanco like checking on a child. “Billy Zombie had to have been in on it,” Seth said. “Who does he know that can do that kind of damage?”

“Everybody knows Billy,” Blitz said. “From here, and up and down the Florida coast, Atlanta, Rome, Birmingham. But he wouldn’t do shit like this. He’d have been too fucked up to try it. Carbon may be a toilet but he knew not to shit in it. Nobody he ran with could pull that. Not even those druggie hipster kids. I call bullshit on that theory. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard all week. Had to be outsiders.”

“Gotta cover all ground,” Seth said. “Every possibility. It’s a small fucking town. I mean, come on.”

“And the Jamaicans couldn’t have done it?”

“Why? They just want guns. That was the deal. This isn’t about territory. I don’t know those people and they have their own turf. They wouldn’t fuck with us if they need us to sell them guns.”

Blitz scratched the scruff on his neck. “We could talk about this all day but they’re really the only ones that are even remotely aware of what we got here.”

“But, really. Could Billy have been in with them?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. He hung out with hippies that pretend to be Rastas. Maybe that’s the connection.”

“White Rastas?”

“Maybe they were the ones he was going to sell to, but he got stupid,” Blitz said. “Maybe this was done on his behalf. Maybe they’re coming for our stock and his drugs because he sold us out.”

Seth adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. Blitz seen him perspire. Pit stains.

“He was some stupid kid, bragging and showing off in front everybody,” Blitz said. “Billy fucked around and ignored Phil. And that’s that. There’s no way he organized anybody to retaliate.”

“Who was at Billy’s that night?”

“A bunch of fucking hipsters from around town,” said Blitz. “Most of them cleared out by the time we got there. We even did some lines with them before taking them out.”

“Took them out?” Seth asked.

“They threw Billy and a few girls in the trunk. I’d split by then.”

“And Phil?”

“He went with Blanco and Reynolds, maybe Miguelito too, I guess.

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