The drive back across town to Nadia’s house was even more nerve-wracking than the tension-fraught drive from the call center to Fat Sam’s had been. It didn’t help that he seemed to be hitting every red light en route to her subdivision, thus lengthening the ordeal by untold minutes. He had never been particularly superstitious until recently, but now it was easy to see this as additional evidence of some force in the universe working against him. The way the day was playing out definitely felt like the handiwork of an unseen malevolent cosmic joker, with an array of perfectly timed roadblocks popping up at intervals designed to drive him crazy from frustration and anxiety. He didn’t know what the overarching joke actually was yet, but he was pretty sure he was an integral part of the eventual punch line. And at no point did he cease being aware of the living human cargo stashed in the trunk of his car. It was bad enough he had her at all, but the drive might at least have been marginally less tense if the barrel had not been too big to fit in the trunk.
What do You think about The Diabolical Conspiracy?
