Here Be Monsters (Tyler Cunningham) - Plot & Excerpts
I could see the end of what I had to do, and was already past the beginning, but had no clear idea on how to get from where I was to where I needed to be at the end of the process; the middle was entirely unknown to me. I knew what had happened, not with enough certainty to satisfy the police, but I wasn't the police, so that was OK. I knew why it had happened, and who had done it (within reason... I didn't know exactly who kidnapped Cynthia, but I knew who ordered it done). I didn't care much how they had done it. I had to find out where they were keeping her, and how to extricate her. A coke from the coke-fridge helped both chill and improve the function of my brain as I settled into the different “quiet” of Smart Pig at night... the hum of the fridges, buzz of the light, pipe noises of the old building moving heat and water around, the occasional creak or pop of wood and metal and glass expanding or contracting at different rates. By the time I finished my second coke and gotten a third, noting that I should call Alek (my Canadian Coke Connection) to see if he could bring a couple more cases the next time he went through town, I had zen-ed down enough, listening to the sounds of the Smart Pig Building, to have a couple of ideas float through my head; a few bad ones, a few horrible ones, and a few slightly less bad ones.
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