Dead Criminals

By Errol Boucher

Spencer Ellis is a homeless man who only a few years earlier was a successful real estate salesman....Successful until he met the "woman of his dreams" who turned his life into a living hell; marrying him, divorcing him and then taking his kids away. Now years later, he is homeless and sees his ex-wife living the high life in a fancy restaurant. He follows her with plans of violent revenge...can he fight off his inner demons and spare her life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pettway Publishing
• Release date: Oct 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386331223

Book preview

The portions at this restaurant were huge... that’s why he liked to hang out outside at this hour. People were always throwing away half their plates.

That’s still good eatin’.

Digging through the trash that had just been dumped had rewarded Spencer with a nice helping of salad and a sizeable piece of meat still hanging off the bone.

It’s a good night.

Spencer gathered his coat around himself as the twilight breeze wafted through his greasy hair. A smell of cigar smoke and cognac drifted through the air and into his flaring, thirsty nostrils.

He had a small bottle with a couple precious shots of whiskey left. He’d been holding onto it for a long time- over a week. He didn’t exactly know when he was going to need it, so he kept it safe.

Most nights he could find bottles with some liquor left in them.

The streets provide.

Spencer took his rewards and settled in next to the dumpster. He picked a small piece of lint from his meat and sank his teeth in.

Still kind of warm.

As he chewed, his eyes wandered over to the high-end restaurant across the street. He never checked their trash anymore... the portions were the size of a thumb, and cost more than a night in a warm hotel.

Rarely were there leftovers.

But something other than food and drink caught his eye.

Something familiar...

A woman was approaching the entrance to the restaurant, on the arm of a well-dressed, manicured gentleman. Spencer brought his own jagged, stained, tough fingernail up to his mouth to dig a piece of gristle out of his rotting teeth.

She had a bracelet on her left wrist.

Gold, sparkling with diamonds.

Vanessa loved diamonds.

No, Vanessa didn’t love anything.

She needed diamonds... required them like she could reap sustenance from them.

Vanessa...

That name hadn’t stabbed his mind in quite some time.

Spencer remembered when he couldn’t go two minutes without thinking the name... and of the almost supernatural beauty attached to it.

Vanessa...

That can’t be her. It can’t be. It’s just some rich broad with a similar bracelet.

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