Skarzy by Shane Jeffery Read Free Book Online

attempt to conceal his penis.
    The guy didn’t
seem to care. In that he wasn’t disgusted.
    He was still
giggling. “Still in the shit, I see?”
    Skarzy glared
back.
    “Well … got
the money?”
    Skarzy opened
his mouth. Exposed what was left of the tongue. Made it swivel.
    One of the
girls: “Eww! That’s gross!”
    Skarzy ground
his teeth together. He noticed Serious had discarded his bat.
    “She’s not
messing around, you know,” Serious continued. “She’ll be at yours come morning.
That bitch is crazy. But still you gotta get the dough. You owe it.”
    Serious’ eyes
twisted towards the pamphlet.
    “What you got
there, Skarzy?”
    Skarzy shot
him in the face.
    The girls
screamed. Fled. Skarzy stood up on the chair.
    Hello world!
Got one more in you, hey?
    He pointed the
revolver at their backs, knowing full well his chambers were empty.
    Bang, bang, he thought. Bang,
bang, bang.
    Curly Serious
was dead. Skarzy didn’t need to check his pulse. Bastard took one between the
eyes. And what a mess he’d made…
    Skarzy stood.
Grabbed Serious’ jacket. Jeans. T-shirt.
    The girls were
long gone. Skarzy wasn’t worried.
    He tucked the
empty gun into his jeans, and took Serious’ socks.
    He left the
jocks. There was no telling what he’d find under there.
    That’s one
more than you gave me, Skarzy thought.
    He touched his
own face. His cheeks were cold now. He looked down at his fingers.
    Serious’
blood. God that felt good.
     

 
    21
     
    There was a card in Serious’ jeans.
Skarzy read it intensely.
     
    CROWN CASINO
    Gold Card
     
    He wondered if
it was just for parking. Or if there was money in the account. On the back
there was a barcode. And an attached sticker.
     
    Rory Demming
    The High Club
    33,77 Side
Alley
    Main Street
    City
     
    Was that
Serious’ real name? Skarzy doubted it.
    “Now
approaching Caulfield Station.”
    Serious had
also left him the bare essentials.
    The wallet.
The phone. The cigarettes.
    Not Skarzy’s.
But they would do just as well.
    Skarzy was
about to light a cigarette. He looked at the poster on the wall.
     
    No Drinking
    No Smoking
    No Swearing
    No Running
     
    They had
diagrams to. The smoking cigarette with the big red circle and slash through
it. Skarzy looked at the cigarette in his hand. Put it back in the packet.
    The train was
slowing down. Skarzy glanced outside. No one about from what he could tell. He
figured the girls would be getting off here at least.
    The train
stopped. Skarzy opened Serious’ wallet. It was made of black leather. Had a
metal clip. Inside there were various assorted cards. Serious’ ID.
     
    Nathan Demming
    17 Johnstone
Avenue
    Mount Martha
     
    So the card
belonged to his brother. Or father. Perhaps there was money on it after all. He
might just have to pay the Crown a visit. He was heading that way,
wasn’t he?
    The train was
at a standstill. Skarzy shifted nervously. He checked the wallet further. The guy
had about two hundred cash on him.
    The doors
suddenly snapped shut. Skarzy was momentarily relieved, but then realized the
train still wasn’t moving. He looked up at the security camera.
    Was someone
watching him?
    This wasn’t
good. Even if the train’s delay was coincidental, the girls would be probably
calling the cops right this second. Skarzy stood.
    He looked to
either side. There wasn’t a soul in sight. 
    He charged
down the aisle. Opened the door in between carriages. Kept going down. Starting
to sweat. Fury pumping through his veins. Next carriage. Much still the same.
No one in sight.
    The train’s
engine roared.  The jolt shook him. He clutched the railing. The train was on
its way again.
    Skarzy bit his
lip. Looked down either end in panic. He realized he’d been heading down the
back of the train. Only two more carriages to go.
    But he sat
down. Felt tired.
    “The next
station is Malvern. The next –”
    The announcer
was cut off. Skarzy stood again, alarmed.
    What the
hell’s going on?
    “Good