Continuation of the detective poem series about love and intrigue on the internet |
'Mr. Snow? ? ' 'Yes' 'You don't know me... But we both work for the same man. I've got a message for you... On Friday night... He wants you to keep someone... How shall we say... Occupied...' 'Hey, listen...I'm not sure What you're talking about pal... but I don't...' 'No...you listen Mr. Snow! ! ! You will do this one last job... And you will be paid an extra $10,000.00 To take a very long vacation... You'd like a very long vacation, wouldn't you? Maybe someplace warm...' 'I can't do...' 'Oh...I think you can...and you will...otherwise The cops might get a tip... About some poor shmuck Who has been keeping time with a certain lady! ! And there just might be some proof... Such as an email trail... Got it? ? ! ! ' 'Sure...it's all becoming clear now...' 'Good...Friday night 9 o'clock! Payment will follow in the usual manner! Don't disappoint my client! ! It wouldn't be pretty! ! ' Click! ! He stood there with phone in hand With a deer in the headlight expression on his face Trying to make sense out of what had just happened. 'Hmmm...so if I do this...then...ummm Nope that's not an option... But if I don't then... I'm fucked! ! Either way... I'm fucked! ! ' Dad had warned him there would be days like this He just didn't say they could ever get this bad! ! He had one day... And only one day... To sort out what the hell he was going to do... Which might have been a whole lot easier... Without a conscience! ! 'Dammit! ' He truly cared about this woman... How could this work out? How could he... Save the girl...save his ass... Save the day? ? ? To be continued... |