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police are becoming much more aggressive and at some point it’s time to call it quits.”
She said it calmly, but there was definitely a storm brewing under her serene surface.
“Bill was an excellent marksman. It’s quite amazing and lucky for you that he missed, especially after pulling off that perfect head shot earlier during the robbery, don’t you think?”
Well, if this isn’t a loaded question ? Charles thought. “Perhaps he was distracted by a noise from downstairs--that must have been it.”
“If you say so, Charles, then I am sure it happened that way.”
The way she uttered that statement was so smug and condescending he couldn’t contain himself. He stood up and leaned over the desk and waving his index finger in Angela’s face bellowed: “Let me tell you this! That’s the way it happened and there is nothing more to say!”
“Fine, we will discuss it more another day.” She peeled a thousand dollars off one of the money stacks and placed it on the desk in front of him. “Take it and get out, I don’t want to see you for a while.”
“I want Bill’s cut too. It’s not like he is going to collect it.”
Without another word she counted off another thousand and motioned for him to leave.
Charles headed back towards the front door. By the time he got into his car he was feeling better. Maybe he wouldn’t have Angela tonight, but he sure had a lot of money stashed. Besides, she would calm back down and things would smooth out. She may have questioned the Bill incident, but the money didn’t seem to be too much of an issue.
* * *
Angela left her office and proceeded into the parlor. One of her men was reading, about a robbery and murder that had occurred last night, in the Minneapolis Star paper. “Max, join me in the office.”
He promptly got up and followed her back to the office.
“I want you to follow Charles around—discreetly--for the next several days. Keep me posted on everything he does, and approximately how much money he spends.”
“Okay, boss.”
“And don’t breathe a word of this to anyone. Am I clear?”
“Very clear, boss.” Max and the rest of the gang knew better than to cross Angela. She could be ruthless, and had proved it on many occasions.
Chapter 8 The Delay
The Delay
Jack woke up to the phone ringing. He looked at his beat-up old clock—eight-oh-two. His sleep had been very restless; he had just finally been able to relax a little. The previous day’s events at the bank building had been very unnerving. A good night’s sleep had been eluding him since he got here.
Rene had talked him into renting an apartment in a converted old mansion. The place just didn’t feel right to him. It didn’t help that the phone would often ring, but when he picked it up no one was on the other end. Stranger still --he had unplugged it several times and still it would ring.
Ring…ring…ring…“Hello, who is it?” Jack grumbled as the phone fell off the nightstand.
“Hello, Jack, this is Katie, Mr. Yates assistant. He is requesting that you meet him at the main office today at nine am. Oh, and a word of advice--I wouldn’t be late.”
What a way to start a new job? If I don’t manage to keep this one, I’ll be lucky to get a job as a janitor after this. “Fine, nine am it is,” Jack agreed.
Well, this is just great, a meeting with Mr. Yates. It’s not like I didn’t know this was coming. Jack had heard that most employees that met with Mr. Yates in his office didn’t usually stay employed too long. Just stay cool, you can talk your way out of this one, I hope. It’s not like it was my fault, but not many people are going to believe the truth. The police sure hassled me enough. It’s a good thing Sam had the same story--mostly. Looking at the clock, Jack realized he had better hurry up and get going; it was already eight-fifteen. Jumping out of bed, he scrambled to find something professional-looking to
She said it calmly, but there was definitely a storm brewing under her serene surface.
“Bill was an excellent marksman. It’s quite amazing and lucky for you that he missed, especially after pulling off that perfect head shot earlier during the robbery, don’t you think?”
Well, if this isn’t a loaded question ? Charles thought. “Perhaps he was distracted by a noise from downstairs--that must have been it.”
“If you say so, Charles, then I am sure it happened that way.”
The way she uttered that statement was so smug and condescending he couldn’t contain himself. He stood up and leaned over the desk and waving his index finger in Angela’s face bellowed: “Let me tell you this! That’s the way it happened and there is nothing more to say!”
“Fine, we will discuss it more another day.” She peeled a thousand dollars off one of the money stacks and placed it on the desk in front of him. “Take it and get out, I don’t want to see you for a while.”
“I want Bill’s cut too. It’s not like he is going to collect it.”
Without another word she counted off another thousand and motioned for him to leave.
Charles headed back towards the front door. By the time he got into his car he was feeling better. Maybe he wouldn’t have Angela tonight, but he sure had a lot of money stashed. Besides, she would calm back down and things would smooth out. She may have questioned the Bill incident, but the money didn’t seem to be too much of an issue.
* * *
Angela left her office and proceeded into the parlor. One of her men was reading, about a robbery and murder that had occurred last night, in the Minneapolis Star paper. “Max, join me in the office.”
He promptly got up and followed her back to the office.
“I want you to follow Charles around—discreetly--for the next several days. Keep me posted on everything he does, and approximately how much money he spends.”
“Okay, boss.”
“And don’t breathe a word of this to anyone. Am I clear?”
“Very clear, boss.” Max and the rest of the gang knew better than to cross Angela. She could be ruthless, and had proved it on many occasions.
Chapter 8 The Delay
The Delay
Jack woke up to the phone ringing. He looked at his beat-up old clock—eight-oh-two. His sleep had been very restless; he had just finally been able to relax a little. The previous day’s events at the bank building had been very unnerving. A good night’s sleep had been eluding him since he got here.
Rene had talked him into renting an apartment in a converted old mansion. The place just didn’t feel right to him. It didn’t help that the phone would often ring, but when he picked it up no one was on the other end. Stranger still --he had unplugged it several times and still it would ring.
Ring…ring…ring…“Hello, who is it?” Jack grumbled as the phone fell off the nightstand.
“Hello, Jack, this is Katie, Mr. Yates assistant. He is requesting that you meet him at the main office today at nine am. Oh, and a word of advice--I wouldn’t be late.”
What a way to start a new job? If I don’t manage to keep this one, I’ll be lucky to get a job as a janitor after this. “Fine, nine am it is,” Jack agreed.
Well, this is just great, a meeting with Mr. Yates. It’s not like I didn’t know this was coming. Jack had heard that most employees that met with Mr. Yates in his office didn’t usually stay employed too long. Just stay cool, you can talk your way out of this one, I hope. It’s not like it was my fault, but not many people are going to believe the truth. The police sure hassled me enough. It’s a good thing Sam had the same story--mostly. Looking at the clock, Jack realized he had better hurry up and get going; it was already eight-fifteen. Jumping out of bed, he scrambled to find something professional-looking to
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