Pregnesia
Lucas Washington stared at the darkened house across the way from where he stood on a quiet residential Kansas City street. Although everything was silent and it appeared the occupants of the house were sleeping, Lucas knew this was the most dangerous time in the job he had to do.
He was about to repossess the two-year-old Buick in the driveway, and he didn't know if there might be a crazy man with a rifle in one of those darkened windows ready to protest the repossession.
Lucas didn't believe in favors, giving them or getting them. Still, it was repaying a favor that had him standing on the street on a cold November night at two in the morning. Repossessions were usually done in the middle of the night when hopefully the deadbeat was sleeping and there was less of a chance of a confrontation.
As the third partner of Recovery Inc., it wasn't unusual for Lucas to be repossessing some kind of vehicle. But the business dealt in big-ticket items, speedboats and airplanes and such, and they often ventured into dangerous territories to get back whatever was necessary.
A two-year-old Buick wasn't their usual kind of job, but when Bob of Big Bob's Used Car Sales had called and as ... read full excerpt from: Pregnesia ebook
