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Five forty-seven a in for the early shift I’ve been doing nights for the last three h, and I think they decided it was tih, I suppose However, working with Myers is soiene, and also has no idea when to shut the fuck up I’ve only been rostered with hi work here Since then I’ve heard frouys that to land a shift with Myers is a punishment of some sort I’m here on time; I’m never late I do the job well, so I have no idea what ball I’ve dropped to deserve this shit It ain’t gonna fly, though Today is gonna be all-out hell
The bank of screens in front of the desk where Myers and I are stationed are already filled with i routines It’s never see That there are people always awake, no ht, for us to witness on the screens of thesethe hly illicit activities of Seattle’s residents We see everything, and IIt even creeps me out sometimes, and I work here
“So I told her, ‘bitch, if you really want to get on withto me like that in front of her I’ to stick up for—’ Hey! Hey, Renford, check that out The feed's gone live for the new gas station account Did you notice that? I can’t believe they want us to watch over eighteen new places” Myers nudges me a little too hard with his elbow, and the takeaway coffee cup I’ve been stirring sugar into rocks dangerously, nearly spilling the hot black liquid all over my crotch
“Careful, asshole! You nearly burned my dick off”
Myers just laughs his annoying donkey bray of a laugh, completely unfazed by the clear dislike into hide it Not that Myers seems to care “Whatever, er at the botto to the vehicle that’s just rolled onto a gas station forecourt I know the gas station; it’s the one out by the airport I’ve used it enough tinize the layout and the busy street out of the building’s , as the camera’s view rotates from the outside to an internal shot
Myers is still staring in awe at the car that’s just pulled up to the pumps It’s an Aston Martin one-77; the kind of supercar little boys drea with the Matchbox version This ht sheen to the hood speaks of a wax polish that ree that it’s a beautiful machine
“I’ve thought about test driving one of those things,” Myers says, stuffing a piece of buttered toast into his o down to the dealership and pretend you’re interested in buying one Wear so nice, ure that’s the only way I’ wheel of a car like that,” Myer says, brushing cruh I ht win the lottery one of these days” Myers continues to ra he is involved in, offeringI’ at the man who’s just clih a lot of people wouldn’t He’s an A-list celebrity The kind of celebrity that only people in certain circles would be acquainted with He’s mentioned on the news sometimes, but not in the entertainment section; they report about him in the section that covers the unsolved s that sometimes take place within the darker corners of this city They never say his nah I am well aware of it: Charlie Holsan
Charlie Holsan has just gotten out of that ridiculously expensive car and is noalking into the gas station A tall, unfaets out of the driver’s seat and follows Charlie inside I don’t know the driver, but I know Charlie quite well; he’s been ht years of Sa up to fa Sammy out of jail when his boss has been too busy to send so lish prick sinks his claws just a little bit fucking deeper
I hate the man
Charlie and his driver don’t get gas; they both enter the building, dressed in their ridiculously expensive suits, their Italian leather shoes shining under the bright glare of the gas stations strip lights They start perusing the shelves, looking for…looking for I don’t knohat We’ve been trained to spot people like this—people who look like they’re killing tienerally means that they’re about to hold up the place, but sorade If he were short on cash, which I don’t think he is, then he has a whole crew of oons who can perform such menial tasks for him
“Lucky bastard,” Myers says, shoving more of his breakfast into his mouth “What do you think? Personal banker? Lawyer? He looks like a fucking lawyer Gotta have some serious money to afford an Aston”