behind diplomatic immunity and
went back to his country, but Switzerland didn’t want him there
anymore.
CHAPTER 27
On Friday morning, Bradley had a brunch meeting
with David and Wayne. They all ordered the same thing, eggs
benedict, and a screwdriver.
David spoke in a low voice, but not a whisper.
“Wayne, tell Bradley what the phone taps and email monitors came up
with.”
Wayne said, “Our friend, the cop, knows about
what happened in Switzerland.”
Bradley’s heart dropped. His hands began to
sweat. Is it possible they knew? He played it off, hoping, they
weren’t on to him. “That’s not so hard to find out for someone with
some computer skills.”
David said, “You’re right. But the thing is,
now that Mr. Carson is in jail. I think we can get to the mother.
Get her to take the money and sign the forms. And with her husband
in prison, he won’t be much of a threat anymore.”
Wayne added, “But that damn cop just won’t
leave well enough alone. We know he's gonna continue poking his
nose where it doesn’t belong.”
Bradley turned to David and asked, “So, what do
you suggest?”
David hesitated, then he said, “I’m going to
let Wayne handle it.”
Bradley shook his head. “I wish you would think
this through.”
“I did.” David drained his drink, then waved
for the waitress to come over.
When Bradley had
woken up that morning, he looked at the time and date on his phone
and realized that it was Friday the 13 th . He didn’t usually believe in
bad luck, but now, he was beginning to entertain the
idea.
David said, “I know how you feel, Bedford. But
this Martello kid is a problem waiting to happen. We can’t afford
any more problems now. It’s time for damage control.”
Bradley wished he could change their minds
about Martello, but he knew he couldn’t. He was just happy that
they weren’t on to him, or at least it didn’t seem so.
CHAPTER 28
That morning, Joe had slept late, then hit the
gym early. After going home for a protein drink and a shower, Joe
read his father’s files for about an hour, then took another nap.
He knew how easy it would be to get into such a comfortable
routine, but he also knew he would run out of money in no
time.
After cooking and eating dinner, Joe washed and
dried his clothes in the basement, then brought them upstairs to
the living room where he began folding them. Sade played on the
radio in the background.
The dogs in the backyard began barking like
crazy.
Just as Joe was about to go to the backyard to
see what they were barking at, he saw the shadow of a person
approaching his front door. He had never believed in anything
supernatural, but occasionally he seemed to have feelings about
things, maybe instincts. And now was one of those times—Joe knew
something was wrong.
Just as he was about to pick up his next pair
of briefs and fold them, he decided instead to take a look out the
front window.
Something slammed into the front
door.
Joe dashed to a metal can by the door with
umbrellas in it and pulled out a wooden baseball bat.
Something slammed into the door again—this time
smashing it open as wood splinters shot everywhere.
A man in a ski mask entered with an
MP-5.
Joe swung the bat and connected with the man’s
head.
The first man dropped.
A second man jumped over the first man’s
body.
Joe squatted and swung the bat, crushing the
second man’s ankles.
The man went down.
Joe smashed the second man’s head with the bat,
then raced up the stairs.
He’d turned in his service pistol, but still
had his own personal gun in the bedroom. He opened his underwear
drawer and retrieved his 9mm.
With the pistol fully loaded, cocked, and ready
to fire, Joe crept out of the bedroom and peeked over the
staircase.
The two men in ski masks were still on the
floor unconscious. Joe knew he should have grabbed their guns
instead of running upstairs for his own, but he didn’t think of
that until now.
He knew if he were
went back to his country, but Switzerland didn’t want him there
anymore.
CHAPTER 27
On Friday morning, Bradley had a brunch meeting
with David and Wayne. They all ordered the same thing, eggs
benedict, and a screwdriver.
David spoke in a low voice, but not a whisper.
“Wayne, tell Bradley what the phone taps and email monitors came up
with.”
Wayne said, “Our friend, the cop, knows about
what happened in Switzerland.”
Bradley’s heart dropped. His hands began to
sweat. Is it possible they knew? He played it off, hoping, they
weren’t on to him. “That’s not so hard to find out for someone with
some computer skills.”
David said, “You’re right. But the thing is,
now that Mr. Carson is in jail. I think we can get to the mother.
Get her to take the money and sign the forms. And with her husband
in prison, he won’t be much of a threat anymore.”
Wayne added, “But that damn cop just won’t
leave well enough alone. We know he's gonna continue poking his
nose where it doesn’t belong.”
Bradley turned to David and asked, “So, what do
you suggest?”
David hesitated, then he said, “I’m going to
let Wayne handle it.”
Bradley shook his head. “I wish you would think
this through.”
“I did.” David drained his drink, then waved
for the waitress to come over.
When Bradley had
woken up that morning, he looked at the time and date on his phone
and realized that it was Friday the 13 th . He didn’t usually believe in
bad luck, but now, he was beginning to entertain the
idea.
David said, “I know how you feel, Bedford. But
this Martello kid is a problem waiting to happen. We can’t afford
any more problems now. It’s time for damage control.”
Bradley wished he could change their minds
about Martello, but he knew he couldn’t. He was just happy that
they weren’t on to him, or at least it didn’t seem so.
CHAPTER 28
That morning, Joe had slept late, then hit the
gym early. After going home for a protein drink and a shower, Joe
read his father’s files for about an hour, then took another nap.
He knew how easy it would be to get into such a comfortable
routine, but he also knew he would run out of money in no
time.
After cooking and eating dinner, Joe washed and
dried his clothes in the basement, then brought them upstairs to
the living room where he began folding them. Sade played on the
radio in the background.
The dogs in the backyard began barking like
crazy.
Just as Joe was about to go to the backyard to
see what they were barking at, he saw the shadow of a person
approaching his front door. He had never believed in anything
supernatural, but occasionally he seemed to have feelings about
things, maybe instincts. And now was one of those times—Joe knew
something was wrong.
Just as he was about to pick up his next pair
of briefs and fold them, he decided instead to take a look out the
front window.
Something slammed into the front
door.
Joe dashed to a metal can by the door with
umbrellas in it and pulled out a wooden baseball bat.
Something slammed into the door again—this time
smashing it open as wood splinters shot everywhere.
A man in a ski mask entered with an
MP-5.
Joe swung the bat and connected with the man’s
head.
The first man dropped.
A second man jumped over the first man’s
body.
Joe squatted and swung the bat, crushing the
second man’s ankles.
The man went down.
Joe smashed the second man’s head with the bat,
then raced up the stairs.
He’d turned in his service pistol, but still
had his own personal gun in the bedroom. He opened his underwear
drawer and retrieved his 9mm.
With the pistol fully loaded, cocked, and ready
to fire, Joe crept out of the bedroom and peeked over the
staircase.
The two men in ski masks were still on the
floor unconscious. Joe knew he should have grabbed their guns
instead of running upstairs for his own, but he didn’t think of
that until now.
He knew if he were
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