Waking with Enemies
Eric Jerome Dickey
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New York Times bestselling author Eric Jerome Dickey’s must-read follow-up to Sleeping with Strangers.
Gideon, the hit man introduced in Sleeping with Strangers, returns in this “high-octane”(Publishers Weekly) thriller to discover that a hit has been taken out on him. Is it the man he left alive in Tampa, the cold beauty who taught him how to kill, the scorned woman he still desires, or an unknown enemy? As the hunter becomes the hunted, Gideon will need his friends—and his enemies—to get out of this crisis alive.
Bridge into Motown. It was time I returned to Detroit and visited a dead man’s wife. Forty-one the man in the basement Never trust a preacher’s wife. Especially when she has paid a hit man to kill the preacher she married. I still heard her husband’s voice in my head: “What’s your goddamn name?” Still heard the reverend whispering at me from his shallow grave. This had been his home. His castle. But now it was as if he never existed. Not as many pictures of the widow’s
luggage look like it came from the swap meet. She had been feeding another addiction. Again in the pursuit of pleasure. We loaded up the small elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, Mrs. Jones kissed me. She put her body on mine and gave me her tongue. She said, “I’m going to ask her, you know that.” “I dare you.” “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I smiled. “You’re incorrigible.” “Glad you noticed.” Then she kissed me again, eased her wine-tasting tongue inside my mouth, moved slow at
ended abruptly. More died from a bullet or a knife than from old age. With a new fear clutching my heart, I kept trying to reach Arizona. Music was bumping inside that dimly lit club. International bodies all over each other, dancing and drinking. I saw a wild Afro coming my way. I’d been gone too long. And now she was moving through the packed house looking for me. Mrs. Jones hurried through the crowd. There was panic in her dank face. She called my name with much distress. “Gideon.” I
Not long after that she stood up, more like tried to stand up, and I had to help her get her balance. Her face came up, grinning, then her smile came to me. Our tongues danced. She was kissing me while she kept stroking me, her tongue tasting like the part of me she held on to. She said, “Bathtub hurts my knees.” I struggled. “Okay.” Lola stepped out, grabbed a towel, headed toward the bed, water dripping from her body. I flexed my muscles, caught my breath, let the water rinse me a few
didn’t have time to negotiate, so I nodded. They exchanged information via BlackBerry. She said, “He’s not comfortable with this.” “With what?” “He’s not exchanging information before he’s been paid.” “Tell him to meet me in Leicester Square. Tell him to come to Häagen-Dazs Café. I can hole up at Burger King, sit on the second floor and watch him. When it’s cool, I’ll get to him.” She passed that information on. Then she shook her head. Leicester Square was out. The man with the