South Texas Tangle. T.K. O'Neill
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Название: South Texas Tangle
Автор: T.K. O'Neill
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
isbn: 9780967200675
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So it had to be the family situation bothering him. Just when he’d convince himself of the need to escape the demands of married life and fatherhood, contradictory thoughts would slide in and crank up the second-guessing.
Indecision.
A sign of weakness?
That’s what you heard. And part of him leaned in that direction. But Henning preferred to think of it as an indicator of heightened awareness and increased knowledge of all the possible choices, which, of course, made it harder to select just one.
Raising his torso, yawning and looking up and down the long strip of sand, Dan saw a Toyota just like Cyn’s rolling along the beach in his direction, an old Ford truck with perfect light blue paint close behind it. And sure as hell, it was Cynthia’s Camry. He could see a redhead behind the wheel of the truck. Seemed they were both coming this way.
Surprised by the pleasant feeling that came over him when he saw Cynthia, Henning tried to push his elation back down and find the anger again, not quite ready to let it go. But then Cyn was stepping out looking great and Danny was running up the sand yelling Mommy, Mommy and Dan quit fighting his feelings, thinking it might still be love. If he even believed in that shit anymore, time having a way of wearing off the good parts of a marriage.
The blue pickup stopped next to Cyn’s Toyota and a redhead got out looking real fine herself. When Danny jumped into Cyn’s arms Henning laid back and grinned, thinking things were sliding back into their proper places.
Strolling down the beach following tire tracks, Jimmy was still pondering the implications of his sightings. Sweet cakes in the sand, indeed. But more pressing, the weed high was fading and his hunger was rising. He peeled the wrapper off another energy bar and decided to follow the sandy trail a while longer, see if he could catch up with the two fine ladies.
After nearly a mile of sweaty trudging Jimmy was sorely reminded of his lack of fitness, chiding himself and putting “Get in shape” at the top of his need-to-do list. Then changing the list’s heading to Things to start tomorrow, he picked an empty spot of sand and put down the cheap aqua-blue beach towel from the discount beach ware outlet. He’d follow the tire tracks later if he felt like it.
He began applying more of the knock-off Hawaiian tanning oil. Stuff was nearly as thick as shortening, and, although it had the familiar smells of coconut oil and cocoa butter just like the real thing, this stuff also had a lingering odor like fuel oil or something worse, Jimmy speculating the Mexican company making the shit could be grinding up the bodies of cartel victims and tossing them in the vats.
An efficient use of resources.
Would that be an example of vertical or horizontal business integration? Jimmy wondered, his junior college economics course popping up in his head like the tab on a cash register.
A short time later, stretched out in the hot sun, his muscles loosening, pores opening to allow the toxins unrestricted access to the atmosphere, Jimmy pulled out his phone and retrieved the voicemail. While he was listening to Sam’s repeated impassioned pleas to “Be here for me,” the phone dinged the arrival of a text message, unusual in that it was also from Sam. Jimmy thinking it might be the first time Sam ever texted anyone, douchebag being totally old school.
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