For all of you who feel confused... relax! You're just having spoiler withdrawals. I wanted to write a story that actually kept the reader only knowing what the MC knows and learning more as he does. Yet as always if you don't like it, I'll just leave you with that 'X' at the 2 o'clock position, and my favorite line from 'Starship Troopers'... "Ricco, you know what to do!"
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Everything just seemed as it should be, yet he had a feeling that what he remembered were the highlights yet how they were connected to each other, and to him seemed almost as important as well. But who was he really? Why did every time he went into town fill him with such a rage? And why did he enjoy walking the top of the cliffs wrapped in nature's fury when she was enraged, or the pounding waves of the ocean below while she planned ahead? He was home and his heart knew it!
Wolf was sitting at his favorite Pub waiting to meet a man that had been hurt by the group of killers that posed as a group of young women that always surrounded his sister unless they were out taking care of her business. They had gotten high one night and shot up the wrong car killing this man's wife and daughter. The thing was he worked in the family's server room and I had found out he had created a 'fire-bomb' that when hooked up to the servers would fry them from the inside out leaving all the family info burned and of no use. I couldn't let him do that as I had a use for that info and was here to offer him a different way to achieve revenge and be set for life as well.
Mr. John Donaldson came through the door and scanned the room, he didn't know what the man he was looking for looked like as all he had was a name, but any man who sent a $1000 with the offer to buy him a beer made him curious. A waitress walked by and he stopped her to see if she heard of the name. She smiled and led him over to my table in the back, then when they arrived I told him to order a drink and then motioned for him to sit down.
We kept the talking light until Chrystal brought over his beer, but when we were alone I told him a little birdie had told me of his plan and he started getting scared until I assured him he was in no trouble from me, all I wanted was to offer him a job for one night and what he got in return would change his life. I let him think about it while I ordered two more beers, about halfway through them, Mr. Donaldson made his decision.
I smiled and slid a small satchel across the table, inside it he saw the small box with and 2 cables, along with a cashier check for a cool $2 million. I then informed him he had a choice, first was to plant the box somewhere safe and just don't come in the next day, and the second one was to wait awhile as he might get a chance to heal his heart a bit before he took off. I thought I saw a flash of spirit in his otherwise dead look his eyes had before.
I leaned back in my chair and decided to order dinner. Soon I would be able to gain access to their bank accounts as well as their shell companies accounts then I can really start having fun with them! Then my phone went off and I saw it was my realtor so I picked it up to find out he just wanted to reaffirm the price I was willing to spend on a house. You know the type, pushing you to spend everything so they can get the biggest commission they could get out of it, so I told him I'll know what I want when I see it and that's the one I'll buy, then ended the call.
How did I become so rich? No, it wasn't some new tax loop hole. The family, and their type of people, just started giving it to me, and all it took was a jelly doughnut! Let me explain...
I have a weakness for fresh made bread and came across the widow Mrs. Selara and her small bakery shop. Her husband was killed walking across the street and was struck by a truck trying to make the light. One day I happened by and stopped in. It was a slow day so we wound up talking until it was closing time, I offered to clean the front of the shop so to celebrate finding a new friend! She blushed and brought out the broom, hand towels, and cleaner all the while thanking me for my offer. Mrs. Selara became good friends always talking about the food we loved, But she really perked up when I told her about the jelly doughnuts with the sweet white icing on top with all different kinds of jelly inside.
Two weeks later she called and invited me to her shop, and I was surprised when I saw the place was packed! She saw me pull up and started waving her arms yelling at people to let me in, the 'Taste Tester' was here. Now I was slightly nervous here, but any Greek woman who rocks Baklava like she does I knew I was in good hands. I was given a pathway to the counter and sat down, she gave me a little wink and a small smile when she put a jelly doughnut on a plate in front of me.
She told me she took what I had told her about it but put her own twist on it, and slowly raised it to my mouth, and then put it back on the plate and said I needed a soda to clear my mouth first. There was the usual joking about hurrying it up and such, but she gave my soda and then I took a bite, and I was in love! I bought the first 6 and paid her the $200 in my pocket for them gladly! She didn't make much over living expenses and the shop's bills so I didn't feel bad about paying it.
As I left the shop I saw Tom Edwards across the street sitting on a bench beside a run down park. He had lost an arm and a leg in the service with a sad expression on his face, so I crossed the street and offered him a doughnut asking why he looked sad. That's when we heard a warehouse door opening and a box truck came out before the back door was fully closed and we both saw the drugs inside.
"Fucking kids don't have a safe place to play anymore and their mothers have to stand over them with a shotgun to keep them safe in this town!", Then he looked up at me and asked me if I liked kids and right after I said yes he asked me for a ride home. I got back into my car and turned around to pick him up. My mind was going 90 to nothing as we drove to Tom's house, when we pulled up he asked me for help moving a couple of crates in his basement around.