I'll Always Dismember You E-Book

Randy Norton

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Christ what the hell was Derrick Donavich doing in this arty farty place? Forced in by a unexpected rain storm it had been at least an hour since the last drop had fallen. Still, even though it was strange and disturbing, Derrick was fascinated by the dark subject matter. As Mr. Black, the owner and collector of the strange items talked , Derrick knew he should run into the  daylight steps away. A chill went down his spine as a gravel voice announced "Mr. Donavvich! This should interest you" The way he stretched out his name seemed omnimous...

Leseprobe

Randy Norton

I'll Always Dismember You

To the children of the long night!BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Unexpected Rain

As Derrick Donavich looked nervously up at the sky he pondered his situation. A quiet, shy man by nature he was not given to impulse things. The weeks' food, bills, gas, and other needs were carefully calculated into his budget. Normally, Derrick, had a route picked out if he was traveling, and side roads were seldom taken. Since he had hit forty this tendency had only increased. Derrick Donavich was a creature of habit. Dependable from the bottom of his feet to the last hair on his head. In his field of work, advertising, this was usually a welcome attribute. Once in awhile the complaint of dullness came forth. In these cases, Derrick differed to some younger prodigies. Derrick wasn't afraid to admit he was predictable. If that was a weakness he rolled around in it like a wolf. It kept him safe and the hunter within undetected. Derrick was walking back from a client's meeting. It was an odd street. The shops looked old and faded. It wasn't as dangerous as much seedy. Derrick would have killed for a Starbucks! Something modern and comforting. Instead, as the heavy drops seemed to cascade out of the clouds, he found himself ducking into an art/junk/anything else kind of shop. It was nearly empty and the furniture looked like it came from old coffee shops and destined to be torn down buildings. Derrick knew that it was called repurposing. The decorations on the brick wall ranged from old street signs, license plates, and whatever else junk could be salvaged. One seemed dedicated to outsider art. Paintings of dead birds, sculptures of dragons made out of motherboards, and the like hung like a hanged man. You didn't want to look but somehow you were drawn to it. As he stood trying to figure out if he was shivering from the rain or his own anxiety a voice interrupted him.