Chapter Four.
Drake had left five messages before Daniel decided to return one. The guy was a mental patient when small amounts of money were concerned yet alone the amount that they were dealing with now. Listening to the guy go on and on about how many things could go wrong was something that he had wanted to avoid.
“What do you want Drake?”Daniel pulled his car over so that he would not get another ticket for talking on his cell while driving.
“I told you guys we should have left that other shit in the drop safe.”Drake sounded more frantic than usual, but that did not register on Daniel yet.
“Heard you whine before.”
“Heard this before. There is a bunch of Mexican Columbian south American wet back fuckers in town. They stopped by the club last night and I heard from Joel’s neighbor, that stripper I’ve been tapping, that the same guys stop by his place an hour ago and made a lot of noise.”
Daniel felt his stomach tighten as his bowels tried to loosen. Joel was smart, but brave or strong or willing to stand up for his friends under the kind of pressure that the hardcore bad boys could apply was not something he was going to be able to handle.
“You think he talked?”Daniel heard himself asking in a tone that suggested that maybe the question was meant for himself.
“Hell yeah.”Drake said. “This call was a courtesy. I am getting the hell out of dodge and I suggest you do the same.”
“He doesn’t know my real name or where I live.”
“He knows people who know you. He knows me and if these fucks are serious about getting their shit back then they will get names and places and fucking birth certificates if needed. I got my cut and I am headed for the fucking border. Not the Mexican border either.”Drake said.
“Lose my number and dump your phone.”Daniel clicked off and tried to adjust his plans to what he knew could happen if someone talked. For a personal share that was more than a million dollars even after a middle man took his cut it had been worth the risk then, why not so much now when all he could think about was Liz and his girls.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.”Daniel pounded the dashboard over and over until he got it out of his system. Then he dialed home.
It rang twice before Liz answered.
“Yeah babe?”Her voice was so sweet.
“Remember what we talked about the other night. You know if this thing began to go sour?”He asked.
“You promised that it wouldn’t.”She reminded him.
“Just grab the girls and take that vacation we talked about. I will meet you there.”
“Danny?”
“What?”
“How serious is this? Do I have time to . . . ”
“Now. Just get the bags, the girls and go now.”
“Should I call?”
“Don’t call her til you are on the road. And don’t tell her shit. She always ask too many questions.”
“I can’t just show up. She needs to hear something from me. God Daniel, you don’t know how hard it is for me to go there.”
She would be playing twenty questions in the middle of a house fire, Daniel mused. “Tell her that I beat you or I am cheating on you or keep asking me questions and she can get a letter about where does she want them to send your remains. This is serious girl. Get moving.”He clicked off his phone before she could ask any more questions.
Popping his seat belt he pushed his door open, hit the button for the truck and hopped out.
Daniel lifted the spare tire out of the way and lifted out a bowling ball bag. He slammed the trunk closed and hurried to get back into the car. Locking the door
Daniel looked around to make sure no one could see what he was doing. Sure that it was safe Daniel opened the bag and pulled free a revolver. He snapped it open to see that it was fully loaded and then replaced it in the bag.
Daniel had his finger on the keys to start the car when his phone rang.
He stared at the number, it was unfamiliar, but he answered it any way.
“Hello?”Daniel said.
“Is this Daniel? I need to speak to him.”
“Who is this?”Daniel asked, he had never heard the man’s voice before.
“Forgive me. My name is Riddle. Mr. Riddle.”
Daniel ended the call and took the extra step of turning his phone off. Then began to mutter a prayer for his girls as he started the car.
Drake had left five messages before Daniel decided to return one. The guy was a mental patient when small amounts of money were concerned yet alone the amount that they were dealing with now. Listening to the guy go on and on about how many things could go wrong was something that he had wanted to avoid.
“What do you want Drake?”Daniel pulled his car over so that he would not get another ticket for talking on his cell while driving.
“I told you guys we should have left that other shit in the drop safe.”Drake sounded more frantic than usual, but that did not register on Daniel yet.
“Heard you whine before.”
“Heard this before. There is a bunch of Mexican Columbian south American wet back fuckers in town. They stopped by the club last night and I heard from Joel’s neighbor, that stripper I’ve been tapping, that the same guys stop by his place an hour ago and made a lot of noise.”
Daniel felt his stomach tighten as his bowels tried to loosen. Joel was smart, but brave or strong or willing to stand up for his friends under the kind of pressure that the hardcore bad boys could apply was not something he was going to be able to handle.
“You think he talked?”Daniel heard himself asking in a tone that suggested that maybe the question was meant for himself.
“Hell yeah.”Drake said. “This call was a courtesy. I am getting the hell out of dodge and I suggest you do the same.”
“He doesn’t know my real name or where I live.”
“He knows people who know you. He knows me and if these fucks are serious about getting their shit back then they will get names and places and fucking birth certificates if needed. I got my cut and I am headed for the fucking border. Not the Mexican border either.”Drake said.
“Lose my number and dump your phone.”Daniel clicked off and tried to adjust his plans to what he knew could happen if someone talked. For a personal share that was more than a million dollars even after a middle man took his cut it had been worth the risk then, why not so much now when all he could think about was Liz and his girls.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.”Daniel pounded the dashboard over and over until he got it out of his system. Then he dialed home.
It rang twice before Liz answered.
“Yeah babe?”Her voice was so sweet.
“Remember what we talked about the other night. You know if this thing began to go sour?”He asked.
“You promised that it wouldn’t.”She reminded him.
“Just grab the girls and take that vacation we talked about. I will meet you there.”
“Danny?”
“What?”
“How serious is this? Do I have time to . . . ”
“Now. Just get the bags, the girls and go now.”
“Should I call?”
“Don’t call her til you are on the road. And don’t tell her shit. She always ask too many questions.”
“I can’t just show up. She needs to hear something from me. God Daniel, you don’t know how hard it is for me to go there.”
She would be playing twenty questions in the middle of a house fire, Daniel mused. “Tell her that I beat you or I am cheating on you or keep asking me questions and she can get a letter about where does she want them to send your remains. This is serious girl. Get moving.”He clicked off his phone before she could ask any more questions.
Popping his seat belt he pushed his door open, hit the button for the truck and hopped out.
Daniel lifted the spare tire out of the way and lifted out a bowling ball bag. He slammed the trunk closed and hurried to get back into the car. Locking the door
Daniel looked around to make sure no one could see what he was doing. Sure that it was safe Daniel opened the bag and pulled free a revolver. He snapped it open to see that it was fully loaded and then replaced it in the bag.
Daniel had his finger on the keys to start the car when his phone rang.
He stared at the number, it was unfamiliar, but he answered it any way.
“Hello?”Daniel said.
“Is this Daniel? I need to speak to him.”
“Who is this?”Daniel asked, he had never heard the man’s voice before.
“Forgive me. My name is Riddle. Mr. Riddle.”
Daniel ended the call and took the extra step of turning his phone off. Then began to mutter a prayer for his girls as he started the car.
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