Right as Rain

Ray broke open a spansule of meth and poured it out onto the bar. He didn't bother to track it out with his blade. He leaned over the bar and snorted it all up his nose. Fuck it, he didn't care what his daddy or the rughead cops thought, he was go

'Whoo!' said Ray. He lit up a smoke.

'Tonight, the bottle let me down,' came the vocal from the juke.

Country-ass, cracker trash, thought Adonis Delgado, killing the rest of the cheap, piss-tastin' beer they'd given him. First they make him lie down in the backseat of that Ford with his head in Eugene Franklin's ass, making his neck all stiff, and now he had to listen to this backwoods bullshit on the record machine. Delgado had a throw-down automatic, a Browning.9, in his clip-on holster. He was go

Eugene Franklin watched Earl Boone walk by him and take a seat on a stool set in front of a video game that had playing cards on its screen. Franklin reached into his coat pocket and touched the Glock 17, his service weapon, sitting loosely there. He checked his wristwatch, thinking of Qui

'Got someplace you need to be?' said Ray, coming around the bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips. 'Huh, Eugene? It's Eugene, ain't that right?'

'I'm comfortable,' said Franklin, not looking into the fucked-up eyes of Ray Boone. 'I'm fine.'

'I'm not fine,' said Delgado. 'I need to use the bathroom.'

'Piss outside,' said Ray, 'like we been doin' all night.'

'I gotta take a shit,' said Delgado. 'Ain't you got a toilet in this place?'

'Got one in the back, but it's broke,' said Earl.

'Use the one in the house,' said Ray. 'It's open.'

Delgado saw the father turn his head and give the son a look.

'Don't worry, I won't touch nothin',' said Delgado. 'Where's it at?'

'Top of the stairs,' said Ray.

'Be right back,' said Delgado to Franklin. Delgado snapped his cigar in half and tossed it in the card table ashtray.

Franklin watched Delgado leave by the barn door. He raised the beer can to his mouth and was thankful for the loud music and the sound of the rain hitting the roof. He could feel his teeth chattering lightly against the can.

Qui

They made it to the area at the edge of the woods and dropped their day packs on wet brown needles in a dense stand of pine. A spot lamp mounted above the barn door illuminated the yard, and the heavy rain slashed through its wide triangle of light. In the house, a dim light shone beyond the darkness of a bedroom window.

Strange dropped his goggles in his bag and withdrew a short crow bar. Qui

'Look at you,' said Strange. 'Gettin' all Lee Van Cleef.'

'Somebody's got to.'

'Yeah, I know. I always take the light work, when I can.'

Strange looked up at the second floor of the house. He looked back at Qui

'Lotta guessin'.'

'Anyway, we're go

Qui

'If I get back out here and I don't see you, I'm go

'I hear you.'

'So I'm not go

'I'll hold 'em till hell freezes over or you say different.'

'God damn, you are somethin', man.'

'Get goin', Derek.'

'Listen, Terry…'

'Go on,' said Qui

Strange went into the yard, zigzagging combat style through the light. He got up onto the leaning porch of the house, ready to use the crowbar in the jamb of the door. But the knob turned in his hand, and Strange opened the door and walked inside.

Qui

Adonis Delgado stripped off his shirt and pants, and left them in a heap on the floor. He got out of his briefs and dropped them atop the rest of his clothing, walking naked across the bedroom to where the girl sat, backed up against the headboard atop the sheets. He thought he heard a creak on the stairs outside the closed door but then became distracted as he caught a glimpse of himself in the dresser mirror; he looked good, hard in the stomach and pumped in the arms, shoulders, and chest. His erection was fully engorged as he reached the foot of the bed.

'C'mere, girl,' he said to the Wilson junkie, depleted to bones and drawn skin, a mile away from the way she'd looked when he'd had her the first time, over in the Junkyard. That was all right. Her irises were pinpoints. He knew she'd just gotten high, and that was all right, too.

'Please,' said Sondra Wilson, her voice little more than an exhaled whimper.

Delgado grabbed hold of one of her thin wrists. 'Trick-ass bitch.'

Outside the bedroom, past the landing, Strange ascended the stairs.

'Where's your shadow?' said Ray. 'He's been gone twenty minutes.'

'He'll be back,' said Franklin.

'I'll get him back,' said Earl, standing from the seat in front of the electronic poker game.

'I will, Daddy,' said Ray. 'I gotta drain my lily, anyhow.'

Earl watched his son go out the barn door. He went behind the bar to mix himself a drink, keeping an eye on the one with the horse teeth. The bottle of Jack was sitting on the sink. While his hands were down there, Earl took the Colt off the nails and racked the slide, placing the gun on its side on the stainless steel.

Earl had his.38 in his coat pocket, but he thought he'd keep another weapon live and within reach. You never could have too many guns around when you were dealing with common trash.

'This is a good one right here,' said Earl, motioning with his chin to the jukebox. 'Orange Blossom Special.' But the colored cop sitting at the card table didn't respond. 'Whatsa matter, fella? Don't you like Joh

Qui

For a moment, Qui

Ray stopped walking. Qui

Ray put his arms up, turning his head slightly. He was slow to spread his legs, and Qui