Hell Hole | Chapter 30 of 51 - Part: 1 of 8

Author: Chris Grabenstein | Submitted by: Maria Garcia | 1254 Views | Add a Review

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The ladies

leave.

“You ready to roll?” I ask Ceepak.

“Roger that.”

Ceepak rises from the table.

Freezes.

Doesn’t say a word.

“Hello, Johnny.”

There’s this old guy with wild white hair standing about six feet in front of us.

“You’re a hard man to find,” he says.

He looks like a movie star’s DWI mug shot: handsome, rugged face with tight skin except where it’s puffed out in saddlebags under his eyes. It’s the white stubble on his cheeks and the stringy hair glued into place by a week’s worth of grime (or a wind tunnel) that make him look like a drunk.

Ceepak notices the guy is holding a can of Budweiser nestled inside a foam beer koozie. “You cannot carry an open container of alcohol in here,” he says.

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Alice
Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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