BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 64

TRAY

I need Reck's help.

I gotta get that money before anyone gets hurt, especially Hal.

I grab my cellphone off the stand and click his number. It goes two to three rings....no answer.

I try again and his voicemail comes on. I furiously click the end button and grab my clothes.

I have to do this.

I manage to pass through the hallway unnoticed and get to the underground parking lot.

I try calling again.

"Reck... it's Tray! I'm at the hospital and I really need your help. Just call me back and we can meet up and talk.. It's urgent!"

I hung up and let out a long breath. My hands are itching to steal a car that'll get me to his apartment fast but my mind is shouting No. I'm in enough trouble as it is and I shouldn't start complicating things. I pull my hoodie cap down over my eyes and hustle across the street.

I haul a cab and thirty minutes later, we stop outside Reck's house. I thank and pay the cab driver then walk up and ring the front doorbell.

No answer.

I ring again and knock.

Again, no answer.

I push the latch and surprisingly, the door opens. I step tentatively inside and call out his name. I peep outside the windows in the backyard. Plastic seats and wraps of food and drinks all scattered on the grass.

"Reck...Where are you?"

I turn right and step inside the small kitchen. Some dirty plates are laying on the corner and a box of half picked doughnuts. I walk back through the living room and into the rooms. I try the bathroom first, then the guest room and then finally his room.

To my relief, I see him sitting in an couch facing the window. He has headphones plucked in.

" Jesus, I've been calling you for---"

I stop immediately I touch his shoulder. His eyes are wide and glassy and staring through me. Three dark blotches are on his chest.

" Oh my God!"

My legs grow rubbery and I feel my stomach lurch up my throat.

" No, no, no....."

I touch his neck to feel his pulse. His body temperature is already getting cold.

" No, no...."

I pace back and forth, my hands in my hair.

" This can't be.....no!"

" Reck... " I say, tears forcing their way into my eyes and I basically sink, numb and confused on the floor facing him.

" I'm sorry...."

I've known Reck for the last five years. Since we were in highschool together. He was one of those guys who'd help you no matter what. The kind of lowkey and cool guys that prefer loyalty over anything.

I sit down on the floor, my head in my hands, looking at him and trying to figure out how this could possibly have happened.

My friend is dead! Brutally murdered.

And suddenly It becomes clear, the threats my boss was saying were not just empty threats. He's going to kill the people connected to me.

One by one.

I feel the sweats come over me and my insides slowly claw their way up my throat.

Why did it have to be him???

What have I gotten myself into?

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