SNUFF (h.s.)

Chapter 15

No Sympathy for The Devil

The myrmidons of hell surrender to her.

Harry had taken the LV bag with him in the booth. He didn't want to pull over in the middle of this cloudburst but he had to try one more time. He tightened his grip around the phone and saw his breath blur the handset as peculiar shapes appeared on it.

"Sergio?"

"Where are you, Harry?"

"I'm looking for Nora. She there?"

"Where you find her, where you lose her she decides. Did you give Monalisa the money?"

"Yeah, yeah. Everything's alright. Is she there? Is she alright?"

"Why shouldn't she be alright?", Harry held the top of the handset as the rest of it hung next to his face. He rubbed his smug to clean it from the dripping water.

"She wanted to go out tonight but I can't find her"

"Come over then to take' er and go out"

Harry tried to see outside the booth but the windows had fogged up. If some bastard wanted to whack him, there was the chance. His chest was numb. No, he wouldn't mind a piercing bullet through his skull that would stuck in the glass behind him once it'd be done with him. But if Harry died, he wanted to die while looking at her face. Otherwise, it doesn't worth it.

The stars swirled like windmills when their gleam ran in circles like the drowning foam in the whirlpools of the ocean while the crescent moon was adorned with a peculiar aureole. The moon was white yellow, bright. His eyes were searing, he rubbed them and they twitched as if a wasp had stung him. He cursed.

"Harry", his silent voice called him, "Did you play today?"

"A little, yeah", if someone had to send him go bird watching, that guy better be Sergio. He'd trust only him to bump him off, "Forget about it. It was part of the job"

Never did the human heart resonate like a blue lighting as when terror conquered it. There it is! There the lightning strikes its pale fire! Such azure, such overwhelming fire like the sea it soars and possesses him! It submerges him!

Sergio didn't answer. Part of the job say he! Harry's irritated eyes looked desperate for a menacing figure that lurks and awaits. A bloodthirsty figure that won't rest until his chest racks with a pointy bullet. The bullets belong to the heart. Harry knew that. He didn't deny his fate. From now on he had to compromise or he'd lose Nora and no one would take the blame but him. No matter the desire he felt while Sandro's blood cooled his skin, this mark scathed his loins.

He glanced at the pavement trees, at the parked cars, at the block entrances. No suspicious mind with a coat and a curved hat was watching. He went back in the car and threw the bag next to him. Once he banged the door, he grabbed the half-closed pack and sniffed as much as his heavy head could bear. He left the pack on the board to take some in whenever the red light hits. His nose sounded like the way kids blow the plastic lollipop wraps. Yayo must have reached the center of his brain now after such a mean snort.

He looked in the driving mirror. His face was excessive. His nostrils red from the rubbing. He'd either end up with the smell of cocaine or Nora's cunt. Either way, tonight she was gone and it sure didn't please him when Sergio told him that she was at his place all day long. Then why the fuck didn't she pick up the fucking phone?

He went in through the garden door. The pool had overflowed with the rain. Leaves and petals from the fence were wandering on the surface. The chaise longues with the cushions were soaked, the tiki bar was open and dump. Nora was standing next to the sliding balcony door with a raf bomber on her shoulders. Her yellow flares were a mess between her legs and she didn't seem to have the time of her life.