Page 81 of Bound by Wreckage
We could find something, we could not. But fuck, if we won’t search every damn inch of this place. The mattress is clean and so is the box spring. Under the bed is freshly vacuumed, which is completely strange. Did he move his bed every time to clean under it? Who the fuck doesthat shit?
Pulling out the dresser drawers and rummaging through the closet turns up nothing. Not even condoms in the nightstand. Clean, basic, no stuff.
Entering the closet, I push over the clothes, noting several t-shirts and a couple of dress shirts. The floor of the closet is clean as well.
A loud crash comes from down the hall, and I bolt out of the room, gun drawn. Deke’sshoulders are tight as he speaks, “Fuckin’ shit.” He stands in front of the furthest door at the end of the hallway. His big frame hides whatever he’s seeing.
“What?” I bark out as Green and Jacks come up behind me. Deke steps to the side allowing us a view.
Well, looks like we found where he keeps his junk. Even organized in clear plastic holders, it lines all four of the wallsfrom bottom to almost top. There’s a computer in the center of the room with a desk made of glass. Clear see-through. Transparent.
Makes me wonder how transparent this shit in the room is.
“I’m on the computer,” Green calls out, sitting at the clear plastic chair and grimacing. “This fuckin’ shit sucks. Least we know he’s not sittin’ here for hours wackin’ off.”
“One neverknows,” Jacks says, and all of us get to work. Deke, Jacks, and I start attacking the walls, pulling out the plastic compartments and tossing shit. Big Jim had organized chaos—we just have we don’t give a fuck.
Sounds echo through the room, clicks of keys, things hitting the floor, papers rustling—each of us well-oiled machines who work together with ease.
“Check this out.” Dekeholds up a white business card. “Numbers. My guess to a safe the way they’re laid out.”
Looking around the room, there’s no safe. “Where do you think it is?”
Deke shrugs. “It’s a seven-code safe, so it’s a heavy duty one. It either needs to be in a wall or a floor somewhere where it can’t be easily removed from the house.”
“I found nothing in the bedroom, not even in the closet.Anyone?” I ask, looking around.
Everyone responds no.
“Only one place to look then,” Deke calls out, slipping the card in his pocket. “Bet it’s in the basement.”
“Fuck!” Green groans. “Let me dig in his computer; you go down and see what you can find.”
I scoff, “Sure. We’ll just go down with the dead bodies or cats.”
Green gives a smirk. “Can’t help I’m goodat what I do.”
“Fucker,” Deke murmurs as Jacks files out of the room and we follow behind, heading downstairs.
The plastic tubs stare back at us. For as heavy as the one was when Deke lifted it, it doesn’t sit right. Especially with almost a hundred of the fuckers.
“Let’s just move the tubs to the center and see if we can find the safe behind them,” I say, pulling down a tubnoting the weight myself, and also a slight slosh of some kind of liquid. Fuck me. This is going to be nasty.
Pulling the tubs away from the first wall shows nothing but wall. The second is the same. The third is the one with the sliding glass door attached, and it holds nothing.
“Fuck, this shit just sounds disgusting,” Jacks tells us as he pulls out a stack, pushing them to themiddle of room. He’s not wrong.
“Brothers,” Deke calls from the far corner of the wall. “Got somethin’.”
Stopping and moving down to Deke is a maze to get through, climbing over tubs and being careful not to spill the fuckers. It’s a damn obstacle course. Deke points to the wall that has a large door with a dead bolt. Shit.
“Locked,” Deke tells us something I already figured.“Bet the shit’s behind here.”
“Be back,” Jacks says, running up the stairs and moments later back down, holding Green’s lock picking kit. It takes him a few goes, but he’s able to pop the lock. “Not sure we want to go in there.”
“I know we don’t, but we gotta.”
“Fuck,” Deke clips, turning the handle of the door and opening it.
