Chapter 3

Written by: Ray Stone

“Actually, Tony, I’m not feeling well today.”

“Rubbish,” replied Tony. “Get in. We’re gonna earn today. We’ve got two pickups and deliveries.”

“Yeah, hurry up, wimp. Did your mummy tell you not to play with bad boy, Tony?” Digger sniggered and beckoned me into the car.

“Now, Digger, I told you, leave Joe alone. We all have to learn and Joe hasn’t even started yet. Give him a break.”

“Yeah, yeah,” scoffed Digger. He leaned forward as I climbed into the front seat. “Here, Tony, what are we gonna call him?”

“You think of something, I’ve got better things to do,” said Tony, steering the Cadi away from the curb.

“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I was going to tell Tony I wanted out of his scheme but with Digger around - no way. The problem was if I took part I’d be guilty along with Tony and Digger.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen,” continued Tony. “There’s a disused warehouse on Nelson Street, down by the Grant High School playing field. At ten this morning, a waste truck is gonna pull in and dump us a large package. They won’t be stoppin’ or talkin’ to anyone and neither will we.” He turned to me and out of the corner of his mouth, he said, “We don’t know who they are and that’s the way it has to be. Only the boss knows where they are comin’ from and the boss he’s doin’ business with. So you wait until they pull out and back our pickup into the warehouse and pick up the parcel. When you’ve done that you call me and I’ll tell you where to make the delivery. That clear?”

I nodded. My stomach was in knots and I had an increasing urge to have a pee. What really frightened me was Tony’s matter-of-fact way he described the job.

“So me and Digger are... ”

“There’s no ‘me and Digger’ Joe. You gotta’ do the pickup on your own.”

My heart was pumping. Do the job on my own? Was Tony crazy? I’d never seen a dead body. I couldn’t do it.

“I’ll have the hole dug by the time you join us,” chimed in Digger. “Don’t want the bloody stiff layin’ about, do we?”

The Cadi turned into Nelson Street. The place was deserted except for a vagrant crouched over in an empty office block entrance. I shivered and pulled the collar up on my jacket. An advertisement news sheet blown up from the gutter by a gusting breeze wrapped itself around my ankle. I shrugged it off wishing I could do the same with Tony’s job.

The Cadi tail-light disappeared up the street as it began to rain. I found the warehouse, a large dilapidated, dirty yellow brick building with one large double door covered in peeling white paint. Further on up the street was the pickup. I climbed in just as a large refuse truck turned the corner.

I shivered again.

Comments

Wow Ray! This is just amazing. I was so wrapped up in the story that I was disappointed when the chapter ended and now I have to wait in anticipation to see what happens next. The story, descriptions and finer details about the characters are what make your writing absolutely reader-friendly. There is a real life ordinariness in your stories that makes it easy for the readers to identify with the characters and their struggles. Can't wait to read the remaining chapters.
You've sure got your mojo Ray. Joe is in a tight spot and you can see he's well on the highway to hell. I love the inner turmoil and the pressure that keeps him from pulling out. It's great. Well done!
Thanks for the comments, ladies. They help a lot.