Allo! I'm Lex Chase. M/M Author for Dreamspinner Press. Worshiper at the Church of Ikea. True Believer of Superheroes. Esteemed Head Management of My Feline Overlords.
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Ennis said nothing. Instead he smiled that infernal grin as if Ikestanski was looking into the face of Ol’ Scratch himself. If the devil was here, and in his facility, Ikestanski had bigger problems then the men in black and the unmarked helicopters.

The shrill cry of the ringing phone drifted into the room.

Ennis lifted his head at the sound. “Budapest is calling again.”

“How do you know?” Ikestanski asked.

“It’s always Budapest that calls,” Ennis said. “Don’t talk to them.”

Ikestanski nodded slowly. “Care to tell me why?”

“It’s not Budapest,” Ennis said and let the silence fill in after him.

Ikestanski let the gravity of Ennis’ words sink in. He popped his neck in contemplation. He leaned forward, into Ennis’ bare feet on across from him on the table. He took note of the tattoo on his inner ankle.

A barcode.

“Why don’t you walk me through it, Mr. Ennis? From the top.”

By "The Truth Is Out There" - Lex Chase

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