Homeless #4

By Christopher Lee Cousino

George Nall is in trouble. His investigation into The New Age Brotherhood left him unconscious and as a prisoner of the ruthless gang he has been trying to bring down. And he has little doubt what will happen after the gang beats as much information out of him as possible. Unbeknownst to George, Randy's own war on the gang is about to lead him right to George's captors. With Randy and George in the same place at the same time, will their secret lives be revealed to one another? Or will The New Age Brotherhood eliminate their two biggest threats in one night?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Lee Cousino
• Release date: Sep 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370936892

Christopher Lee Cousino

By day, Christopher Lee Cousino is a Licensed Practical Nurse at a group home for special needs adults. But by night, he morphs into Super Writer, an author with the ability to lose sleep and create fiction for your enjoyment. He is hard at work on many novels and stories, so stay tuned. Christopher lives in Hudsonville, Michigan with his beautiful wife, three wonderful children, two free-loading cats, and his brave, loyal chocolate lab. www.christopherleecousino.com

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HOMELESS

By Christopher Lee Cousino

HOMELESS #4

Homeless Short Story Series

By

Christopher Lee Cousino

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Homeless #4

Homeless Short Story Series

Copyright © 2016 by Christopher Lee Cousino

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HOMELESS is a work of fiction.

Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

FOR MOM

THE ONLY SUPERHERO I’VE EVER KNOWN, AND ALWAYS AND FOREVER, MY FAVORITE ONE.

Billie Sue Cousino

R.I.P.

10/21/54-----7/16/11

Show me a hero and I shall write you a tragedy

Unknown

Chapter 1

George didn’t feel so hot. He was lying on his side in the dark on cold, hard cement. His feet and hands were tied behind him and he had what felt like duct tape over his mouth. George had woken up this way seemingly hours ago, and had been stuck this way ever since. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out, or how long he had been in this room. George didn’t even know what kind of room he was in, or if he was even in the factory still. What he did know was that he was hungry, thirsty, needed to pee, and had the worst headache he’d had in his entire life. Why had he been so darn stupid?

He’d just had to play hero when he heard that girl scream. A lot of good he did her. Now, not only was she still in the same predicament she had been in, or worse, but George was as good as dead. The reason he was still alive was pretty simple to deduce. They wanted to know who he was and what he knew. He hadn’t brought any identification, and although his pack had contained lots of surveillance gear, it wouldn’t tell them why George had been there or what he was after.

As soon as they figured it out, or as soon as they figured out that George was a lone wolf, they would snuff him out. He needed to figure out what to do, how to handle this. There had to be a way to survive. Darned if he knew how, though. He was still thinking of a plan when a door opened in front of him and blinding light flooded in.

Shutting his eyes, George braced himself for a beating or a bullet. But neither came. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around. He realized he was in some kind of janitor closet. Looking to the source of the light, he saw Gash standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. He wasn’t smiling, not that George could picture a smile ever being on the big, rough looking man. At least not a warm, friendly one. Maybe a sadistic one.

Unable to talk or ask any questions due to the duct tape, George averted his eyes from the large man’s fiery gaze…waiting for something to happen. Finally, Gash picked George up by the ropes tying his hands and feet together and carried him out of the closet and down a hallway. Soon, he recognized the room he had been knocked out in, but there were no forms huddled together and no girl screaming. The room was empty. Gash carried him up the stairs to the docks and George could tell it was dark outside. Was it the same night? If not, how many days had he lost?

There was a chair in the middle of the room, and George’s pack of surveillance gear was next to it. Gash suddenly dropped him hard onto the cement. Unable to protect or brace himself, his face bounced off the ground and he groaned with pain. Jeez, that really hurt, he thought. Probably just the beginning. Beginning of the end for ol’ Georgie Nall.

He could see the legs and feet of other men. There were at least four men. Actually, five counting Gash. The ropes were untied and he was roughly pulled up and tossed into a sitting position on