Noisy Cargo

By Terry Hayman

Julian is a Rhodes Scholar, a contract professor of European literature at NYU, the proud father of a baby boy, and…a driver for the mob? Of course, it’s just a one-time thing. An easy delivery. Driving between point A and point B with something in his trunk. The less he knows about the package the better. Don’t look in the trunk.

But when a storm and bad luck flips the car, and the noises from the trunk sound too familiar, Julian just can’t help himself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiero Publishing
• Release date: Dec 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781927920220

Terry Hayman

Raised in five different countries and currently living with his family in one of the most beautiful places on earth, Terry is a full-time writer and actor who accepts struggle, believes in goodness, and seeks truth always.

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Noisy Cargo

Noisy Cargo

Terry Hayman

Fiero Publishing

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Noisy Cargo

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Noisy Cargo

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The butt-faced man sucked in another mouthful of cigar smoke and held it in his mouth as he studied Julian. He shifted his thick shoulders under his suit and blew out to the side. Like he was doing Julian a favor. Out of pity.

Despite the autumn coolness of the warehouse interior where the two men stood, the sweat beading on Julian’s scalp started to run. When mob guys—Julian assumed Butt-face was mob, probably Russian, from his accent—took pity on you, you were probably good and screwed.

And Julian hadn’t even agreed to take the job yet. Or was his agreement at this point a formality?

What you will remember if you get caught…? Butt-face said, vowels thick and deep in his mouth.

Um...nothing. About you. About the package. About how I got it or where it was going. Nothing.

Julian chopped his hands back and forth in the air as he said it. Christy would be appalled at his lack of cool. Their little son, Joshua, would no doubt be mortified too. Once he grew old enough to walk around without diapers and actually figured out that the big dude paying for his