The Zombie Plagues: Plague
The Zombie Plagues: Plague
- Series: The Zombie Plagues
THE ZOMBIE PLAGUES: PLAGUE
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They decided on the blue duffel bag that Billy had pulled from the floorboard of the Ford. The bag was a mess, something he hadn’t noticed at the time, and April made him take it to the shower and clean off the outside of the dark blue nylon first.
Ten bricks of the duct tape wrapped stuff that Billy assumed was cocaine, two more of the flat-black hand guns. Several spare clips and boxes of 9 mm ammunition, and two thick wads of bills, rubber banded. They appeared to be all one hundred dollar bills. Billy handed them over to April to count, while he pulled out his pocket knife and dug into the side of one of the bricks: Brown instead of white.
“Heroin,” he said as he showed April.
She raised her eyebrows.
“Worth more than coke anyway,” Billy said. He dug into the remaining bricks. Two more were heroin and the remaining bricks were cocaine He closed the holes with pieces of the duct tape they were wrapped with.
“Jesus,” April said. “There’s almost eighty thousand dollars here.”
Billy looked at her and licked his lips. He added the other four bricks he had grabbed from the trunk of the car: Two were cocaine, the other two heroin, “Six and Eight,” Billy told her. “There has to be close to a quarter mil. here… At least… I don’t really even know what something this big sells for.”
April picked up the paper bag from the glove box. It felt like something was rolled up inside the bag. Solid… A brick shape, but smaller than the other bricks… More cash maybe, she thought. She unrolled the bag and shook it out: Two smaller bundles of cash, again all hundreds, and a wallet. She handed the wallet to Billy as she counted the cash.
“Ben Neo,” Billy said aloud. He pulled a thick wad of cash from the wallet and handed it to April.
“Ben Neo?” she asked.
“The dude,” Billy explained. “License, credit cards… That cash. A key,” he said, holding up a brass key.
“Probably his house,” April said…