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character,
and the one thing Peg has no ability to change is that spark of stubborn
honesty that you exude,” he said.
“What Mr. King is saying,” said Tanner,
“is that she will allow you to get close enough to her for an accident to
befall her, and no one will suspect foul play.”
“You want me to set her up?” I said. “So
you can have her killed?”
“That is the idea,” said Tanner.
“And in return…” I said, my voice trailing
off.
“In return, Derek will not be imprisoned.
And, you, my dear, are rid of a thorn in your side,” said King.
“And, if I refuse? Or go to the police?” I
said, my voice shaking.
“Well, Megan,” said King, “that would be
most unfortunate for everyone involved. Most unfortunate, indeed.”
He puffed out the last of his cigar, and
leaned over towards me.
He blew the cigar smoke directly into my
face, and I threw up all over the table. I didn’t even attempt to use the
now-sodden bag.
Laughing, King looked out the window, as
the helicopter began to descend towards the Fort Lauderdale Executive Airport.
“George, I am thinking Italian, this
evening? Perhaps Anthony’s?” he said.
The restaurant in question sat on the edge
of the airport. It was quite good, and I’d eaten there many times.
The thought of that Italian food made me
throw up again, but now there wasn’t anything in me.
I dry heaved as the chopper set down.
“Why not, Bobby?” said Tanner, with
obvious pleasure.
I sat there, sickened by the revelations
that had been thrust upon me.
What could I do?
Oh, Derek, what in God’s name can I do?
Chapter 8
DEREK
My step-dad insisted I call Sam Parker
“Uncle Sam”.
He thought it was a real funny joke.
We’d be at a cook-out, Sam grilling
burgers and dogs, and they’d get into politics. Sam would always argue for the
Democrats, and my step-dad would argue for the Republicans.
My stepmother would try her best to
referee, but as soon as it got too heated, she’d just go away and drink.
Most of the time, Megan would be there,
listening to the two men argue over whose policies were worse, and she’d giggle
and smile at me. I don’t know how she stood all that crap.
She always enjoyed all that legal
nonsense.
And look what happened to her - she became
an attorney!
When we were at these events, I’d usually
go play ball with the other guys, or just float around in the water.
I always enjoyed swimming. I guess that’s
partly why I ended up going into the Navy.
But the real reason was that I couldn’t
torture myself any longer.
Being with Megan was all I had ever
wanted.
And it was impossible.
It was better for the both of us if I just
went away and never came back.
I knew she was strong enough to find
someone who could truly love her and make her happy. She just needed a chance
to realize the truth.
I was poison to her, and she was too kind
and goodhearted to realize that.
I knew how she felt.
And I knew how I felt.
And I knew that it was a damn shame how
life complicates the simplest of things.
Like love.
*****
I had joined a special task force that
worked with the Miami Police Department and FBI to track the proceeds from
illegal gambling and other organized crime operations that were based out of
the county.
I used to joke with some of my buddies
that it was a real Miami Vice gig.
The best part was I got to use a lot of
the skills from my SEAL training, and worked alongside some of the best and
most dedicated men I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Our team was responsible for the
interdiction of 15 separate motherships, that were incidental to our actual
plan. That didn’t make us popular with the local hoods and thugs.
Nor did it endear us to a particular batch
of Detectives who had been turning their attention to other matters, some for
many decades.
They supplemented their police careers
with perks from these associates. In many cases, even their wives knew that
they were on the
and the one thing Peg has no ability to change is that spark of stubborn
honesty that you exude,” he said.
“What Mr. King is saying,” said Tanner,
“is that she will allow you to get close enough to her for an accident to
befall her, and no one will suspect foul play.”
“You want me to set her up?” I said. “So
you can have her killed?”
“That is the idea,” said Tanner.
“And in return…” I said, my voice trailing
off.
“In return, Derek will not be imprisoned.
And, you, my dear, are rid of a thorn in your side,” said King.
“And, if I refuse? Or go to the police?” I
said, my voice shaking.
“Well, Megan,” said King, “that would be
most unfortunate for everyone involved. Most unfortunate, indeed.”
He puffed out the last of his cigar, and
leaned over towards me.
He blew the cigar smoke directly into my
face, and I threw up all over the table. I didn’t even attempt to use the
now-sodden bag.
Laughing, King looked out the window, as
the helicopter began to descend towards the Fort Lauderdale Executive Airport.
“George, I am thinking Italian, this
evening? Perhaps Anthony’s?” he said.
The restaurant in question sat on the edge
of the airport. It was quite good, and I’d eaten there many times.
The thought of that Italian food made me
throw up again, but now there wasn’t anything in me.
I dry heaved as the chopper set down.
“Why not, Bobby?” said Tanner, with
obvious pleasure.
I sat there, sickened by the revelations
that had been thrust upon me.
What could I do?
Oh, Derek, what in God’s name can I do?
Chapter 8
DEREK
My step-dad insisted I call Sam Parker
“Uncle Sam”.
He thought it was a real funny joke.
We’d be at a cook-out, Sam grilling
burgers and dogs, and they’d get into politics. Sam would always argue for the
Democrats, and my step-dad would argue for the Republicans.
My stepmother would try her best to
referee, but as soon as it got too heated, she’d just go away and drink.
Most of the time, Megan would be there,
listening to the two men argue over whose policies were worse, and she’d giggle
and smile at me. I don’t know how she stood all that crap.
She always enjoyed all that legal
nonsense.
And look what happened to her - she became
an attorney!
When we were at these events, I’d usually
go play ball with the other guys, or just float around in the water.
I always enjoyed swimming. I guess that’s
partly why I ended up going into the Navy.
But the real reason was that I couldn’t
torture myself any longer.
Being with Megan was all I had ever
wanted.
And it was impossible.
It was better for the both of us if I just
went away and never came back.
I knew she was strong enough to find
someone who could truly love her and make her happy. She just needed a chance
to realize the truth.
I was poison to her, and she was too kind
and goodhearted to realize that.
I knew how she felt.
And I knew how I felt.
And I knew that it was a damn shame how
life complicates the simplest of things.
Like love.
*****
I had joined a special task force that
worked with the Miami Police Department and FBI to track the proceeds from
illegal gambling and other organized crime operations that were based out of
the county.
I used to joke with some of my buddies
that it was a real Miami Vice gig.
The best part was I got to use a lot of
the skills from my SEAL training, and worked alongside some of the best and
most dedicated men I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Our team was responsible for the
interdiction of 15 separate motherships, that were incidental to our actual
plan. That didn’t make us popular with the local hoods and thugs.
Nor did it endear us to a particular batch
of Detectives who had been turning their attention to other matters, some for
many decades.
They supplemented their police careers
with perks from these associates. In many cases, even their wives knew that
they were on the
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