Page 67 of Forgotten Comeback
Is she meeting someone?
A strange feeling bubbles in my chest; too many damn feelings. I should find a Brit-type woman and fuck her to get Taylor out of my head. Or is it a Bree-type woman?
Dammit. I still don’t know.
I force myself to turn around and walk to the meetup spot. Impatiently, I tap my foot.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Thirty minutes
Asshole’s now forty minutes late.
Not knowing where Sal lives, I can’t pay him a surprise visit, and it’s too risky to approach him at Fabio’s restaurant. The only other contact I have for him is Mia.
And if I saw that little bitch again, I might kill her.
Nah, there’s nomightabout it.
Needing to work out some of this frustration, I return to my car and make my way to the gym.
The blare of a siren has me looking in my rearview. Easing on the brakes, I pull to the side, allowing the fire engine to pass. As I continue to the gym, there’s now smoke billowing in the air, and I get a really bad feeling.
Merging into traffic, I drive as far as I can before reaching a barricade. Turning around, I find a spot on the street and hop out, working my way through the crowd of onlookers.
“What happened?” I ask a bystander.
“Don’t know. I was in the building across the street from the one that’s in flames. Heard a huge explosion, and I got the hell out of there.”
“Which building is on fire?” I can’t see from here.
“It’s a gym. Ace’s something or other is the name.”
All the blood drains from my face.
“You okay?”
A loudwhap whap whaphas us all looking up to the sky; a news copter.
I hustle to my car and call John. “What’s up?” For once, he answers his phone.
“Ace’s is on fire,” I say in a rush.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s on fire! Pull up the local news; should be a live feed.”
“Give me a second.” My heart’s beating frantically as he says, “Get out of there.”
“But shouldn’t we do something?”
“Like what? Tell the authorities our shell company that was running an underground gym is on fire?” He pauses. “They’re reporting it’s a natural gas explosion.”
“We didn’t use natural gas at the gym,” I say, confused.
“Exactly.”
