Chapter 2 Paradise town(8)
Lora gave him a comforting hug and several reassuring words. The priest smiled again and asked Lora, "How about George? He hasn't been in church recently."
"He was out of town two weeks ago, addicted to his "digging up" work crazilly. You know about him. He wouldn't give up until he found some "dungeons of dragons". Seven hells. Stupid story. Stupid men. God gives them too much energy so they can waste them on palying the hero."
They laughed for a while and Lora gave that young waiter a gesture. She said something to his ear and before he left she squeezed his arm with a quirk sense of humour. They laughed again. David saw the waiter's face turn red at once and quickly walk away from them. Poor young man. woman. woman.
However, David saw and heard enough. A man called George was digging up something outside the town for two weeks. Did he find the boy?Is the boy already dead now? If so, that would be fucking inconvenient.
David swore inside and checked the e-mail he received from the client a week ago. That was David's 125 times to check on that e-mail and that boy's picture. The man sighed and put back his smart phone into the pocket. He started the engine and drove deep into the town. It's raining harder outside.
"He was out of town two weeks ago, addicted to his "digging up" work crazilly. You know about him. He wouldn't give up until he found some "dungeons of dragons". Seven hells. Stupid story. Stupid men. God gives them too much energy so they can waste them on palying the hero."
They laughed for a while and Lora gave that young waiter a gesture. She said something to his ear and before he left she squeezed his arm with a quirk sense of humour. They laughed again. David saw the waiter's face turn red at once and quickly walk away from them. Poor young man. woman. woman.
However, David saw and heard enough. A man called George was digging up something outside the town for two weeks. Did he find the boy?Is the boy already dead now? If so, that would be fucking inconvenient.
David swore inside and checked the e-mail he received from the client a week ago. That was David's 125 times to check on that e-mail and that boy's picture. The man sighed and put back his smart phone into the pocket. He started the engine and drove deep into the town. It's raining harder outside.
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