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How about I
call you after lunch and update you on a timeframe I can be there?”
“Okay Sam, if you want to be bored I can’t stop you;
come on over.”
With that Vic and Sam take leave of each other.
Vic was feeling much better when Sam arrived the
next afternoon. After all, he now had enough money to last out the month, and
then he would worry about what comes next. Sam seemed to be very interested in
the place considering he was a big ‘city slicker’ where they had funeral homes
that did more funerals in a morning than Vic did in a couple months. Vic
dutifully showed Sam everything. Sam seemed disappointed that even though this
was a small town there was little space around the funeral home, which was just
a large old home in the middle of town. In fact, there wasn’t even a garage.
“Hey Vic. Where do you keep the hearses and cars?”
“Well when my father and grandfather were running
it, they kept their cars in the old boro maintenance garage which grandpa
bought sixty years ago from the boro.”
“Still have it Sam asks?”
“Sure, but it’s down at the end of town.”
“Can I see it?”
“I don’t know why, all you will see is our old
hearse and limousine that we haven’t used for years. See, for the last several
years we rent late model Cadillacs from a livery service in Scranton for each
funeral. It just doesn’t pay with our low volume to own the cars anymore.”
“Hey Vic, I love old cars, let’s go see.”
On a dead end street with no other homes or
businesses sat a cinder block garage capable of holding ten cars. The property
was surrounded by a chain link fence and the entire place was in disrepair from
years of neglect. Victor has a hard time getting the key in the rusty lock, but
finally the door swings open with a loud creak, like out of a scene from a
horror movie. The look was eerie. Inside the dark, leaky, and musty building
were two cars, a hearse, and a limousine from the 1970s sitting on a cracked
concrete floor. In addition, some junk was strewn around, none of which seemed
to be of much value.
Sam’s eyes lit up. He is thinking, this place could
hold several cremation retorts and it’s big enough to pull a van in and close
the door for total privacy while unloading. Better still there is no one living
nearby to see the traffic coming and going. In fact it’s much more private than
the funeral home back in the middle of Duryea. It looks like all of the pieces
are coming together here. But, Sam knows he must wait for the proper time to
spring his proposal. Victor has to once again run out of money, and this time
Sam will be waiting. Victor and Sam shake hands and say their goodbyes and
promise each other to stay in touch.
Chapter 15
Throwing Out the Bait
Sam was in a conflicted mood after leaving Victor
and Duryea behind. Here was a young guy who never could get it together sinking
in a financial morass mostly of his own making. Serge’s reports have reinforced
that none of this reflects on any criminality in Vic’s life. He is what you
would expect to find in small town America. Sam would rather be trying to do a
deal with a shady operator in the Bronx than Mr. Clean in upstate Pennsylvania,
but the shady operator in the Bronx didn’t have a funeral home with all of the
right pieces to the puzzle in place. So, Sam will have to work around Vic
considering his family ties and solid background. He has promised too much to
Carlo and the family to fail on this his first very own major project. Sam is
determined not to fail.
Sam patiently lets another month go by carefully
checking Vic’s rapidly depleting checkbook balance which he views online from
his office. The $5,000 that Sam engineered for Vic at the casino is now gone
and it is time to act before Vic looks for other lifelines.
“Hello Vic, I really needed to call you and see how
you are getting along; because in all of our discussions I was so interested in
what you did, that I never gave you details on
call you after lunch and update you on a timeframe I can be there?”
“Okay Sam, if you want to be bored I can’t stop you;
come on over.”
With that Vic and Sam take leave of each other.
Vic was feeling much better when Sam arrived the
next afternoon. After all, he now had enough money to last out the month, and
then he would worry about what comes next. Sam seemed to be very interested in
the place considering he was a big ‘city slicker’ where they had funeral homes
that did more funerals in a morning than Vic did in a couple months. Vic
dutifully showed Sam everything. Sam seemed disappointed that even though this
was a small town there was little space around the funeral home, which was just
a large old home in the middle of town. In fact, there wasn’t even a garage.
“Hey Vic. Where do you keep the hearses and cars?”
“Well when my father and grandfather were running
it, they kept their cars in the old boro maintenance garage which grandpa
bought sixty years ago from the boro.”
“Still have it Sam asks?”
“Sure, but it’s down at the end of town.”
“Can I see it?”
“I don’t know why, all you will see is our old
hearse and limousine that we haven’t used for years. See, for the last several
years we rent late model Cadillacs from a livery service in Scranton for each
funeral. It just doesn’t pay with our low volume to own the cars anymore.”
“Hey Vic, I love old cars, let’s go see.”
On a dead end street with no other homes or
businesses sat a cinder block garage capable of holding ten cars. The property
was surrounded by a chain link fence and the entire place was in disrepair from
years of neglect. Victor has a hard time getting the key in the rusty lock, but
finally the door swings open with a loud creak, like out of a scene from a
horror movie. The look was eerie. Inside the dark, leaky, and musty building
were two cars, a hearse, and a limousine from the 1970s sitting on a cracked
concrete floor. In addition, some junk was strewn around, none of which seemed
to be of much value.
Sam’s eyes lit up. He is thinking, this place could
hold several cremation retorts and it’s big enough to pull a van in and close
the door for total privacy while unloading. Better still there is no one living
nearby to see the traffic coming and going. In fact it’s much more private than
the funeral home back in the middle of Duryea. It looks like all of the pieces
are coming together here. But, Sam knows he must wait for the proper time to
spring his proposal. Victor has to once again run out of money, and this time
Sam will be waiting. Victor and Sam shake hands and say their goodbyes and
promise each other to stay in touch.
Chapter 15
Throwing Out the Bait
Sam was in a conflicted mood after leaving Victor
and Duryea behind. Here was a young guy who never could get it together sinking
in a financial morass mostly of his own making. Serge’s reports have reinforced
that none of this reflects on any criminality in Vic’s life. He is what you
would expect to find in small town America. Sam would rather be trying to do a
deal with a shady operator in the Bronx than Mr. Clean in upstate Pennsylvania,
but the shady operator in the Bronx didn’t have a funeral home with all of the
right pieces to the puzzle in place. So, Sam will have to work around Vic
considering his family ties and solid background. He has promised too much to
Carlo and the family to fail on this his first very own major project. Sam is
determined not to fail.
Sam patiently lets another month go by carefully
checking Vic’s rapidly depleting checkbook balance which he views online from
his office. The $5,000 that Sam engineered for Vic at the casino is now gone
and it is time to act before Vic looks for other lifelines.
“Hello Vic, I really needed to call you and see how
you are getting along; because in all of our discussions I was so interested in
what you did, that I never gave you details on
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