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ties around here that aren't the string type," she pronounced.
Shoot!
"Did you notice anything about his voice, the way he talked?" I pressed.
"Funny. Now that you mention it, he had a kind of a lisp. A slurring of his ess's much like my Mickey did when he was little. Did I tell you about my children?"
Aytch-ee-double hockey sticks!
As she moved to pick out frames from around the room, I knew I was stuck in place for at least another twenty minutes before I could go home and have the conniption fit I knew was on my horizon. Something I knew was forthcoming by my racing heartbeat and the sheen of sweat that was blooming on my palms, forehead and been my shoulder blades.
I oohed and ahhed over the various family photos, showing gaped tooth smiles of people that somewhat resembled her. Hearing stories of this and that which I could barely take in due to the storm building inside me. With words of thanks for both the snack and her company, I went back to my place. After securing my door, I began to pace. The jitters in my legs left me with no other choice but to move.
Oh, yeah, I knew exactly who Mrs. Pasternak described.
Mr. Billings, my dad's lawyer, so deeply entrenched in my family's pocket we were his only clients. For my father to have sent him and not one of the underlings, I knew that the big guns had been aimed and fired.
And it flipping scared me to death!
I ran to my bedroom and pulled out one of the suitcases from beneath my queen-sized bed. Feeling along the left side, I pried the lining away from the side and pulled out my old iPhone. But it wouldn't turn on.
The battery must've died! I reached for another case and pulled out its charger. Plugging them into one of the few outlets in my bedroom I went back to pacing.
How stupid was I to think that by turning off my expensive connection to my old world and buying a cheap, pay-as-you-go phone that all of my past was wiped out? I should've known they wouldn't just let me go, least of all my dad. Not after what I'd seen with my own eyes and had stupidly confronted him with. Other than that, though, how had I screwed up in my plan to escape Albuquerque and all the expectations for me there? Between Missoula and my home town was almost the whole country. Well, width-wise anyway.
How had they found me and so fast?
I felt almost sick with the knowledge that Mr. Billings was on my trail. I hadn't hidden myself well at all. Not if within three weeks of me leaving he'd come knocking on my neighbor's doors. Did any of the rest of the people in my building tell him anything?
Wait! Why hadn't he tried to contact me directly? That didn't make any sense. I mean, if I was told to find someone and I knew where they were, I'd just confront them face-to-face.
But he hadn't.
The fact that he hadn't scared me even more.
My dad had a saying he was fond of, one I'd heard so often that it was almost like his own personal motto regarding his dealings with his competitors. "I'll let him hoist himself by his own petard." Which basically meant he'd let whomever do whatever crap they were doing until the competitor screwed up. Then my father would swoop in and get exactly whatever it was that he'd originally wanted.
Oh, god!
Was that his game with me?
I went to check on my old phone and found it had just enough power. Enough so I could see I had one hundred and four missed calls, eighty-nine voicemails and so many emails that my account was no longer accepting incoming messages. I counted it as a blessing there were only sixty-something texts.
The bad part was they were all from the same three people: my dad, my sister and Jon, my father's hand-picked choice as my fiancé.
Chapter Seven
Der was home when Mel arrived albeit in his room with the door shut and locked. Which, in his mind, was a good thing since with what he'd learned from the school'd had his fists itching to connect with his little brother's
Shoot!
"Did you notice anything about his voice, the way he talked?" I pressed.
"Funny. Now that you mention it, he had a kind of a lisp. A slurring of his ess's much like my Mickey did when he was little. Did I tell you about my children?"
Aytch-ee-double hockey sticks!
As she moved to pick out frames from around the room, I knew I was stuck in place for at least another twenty minutes before I could go home and have the conniption fit I knew was on my horizon. Something I knew was forthcoming by my racing heartbeat and the sheen of sweat that was blooming on my palms, forehead and been my shoulder blades.
I oohed and ahhed over the various family photos, showing gaped tooth smiles of people that somewhat resembled her. Hearing stories of this and that which I could barely take in due to the storm building inside me. With words of thanks for both the snack and her company, I went back to my place. After securing my door, I began to pace. The jitters in my legs left me with no other choice but to move.
Oh, yeah, I knew exactly who Mrs. Pasternak described.
Mr. Billings, my dad's lawyer, so deeply entrenched in my family's pocket we were his only clients. For my father to have sent him and not one of the underlings, I knew that the big guns had been aimed and fired.
And it flipping scared me to death!
I ran to my bedroom and pulled out one of the suitcases from beneath my queen-sized bed. Feeling along the left side, I pried the lining away from the side and pulled out my old iPhone. But it wouldn't turn on.
The battery must've died! I reached for another case and pulled out its charger. Plugging them into one of the few outlets in my bedroom I went back to pacing.
How stupid was I to think that by turning off my expensive connection to my old world and buying a cheap, pay-as-you-go phone that all of my past was wiped out? I should've known they wouldn't just let me go, least of all my dad. Not after what I'd seen with my own eyes and had stupidly confronted him with. Other than that, though, how had I screwed up in my plan to escape Albuquerque and all the expectations for me there? Between Missoula and my home town was almost the whole country. Well, width-wise anyway.
How had they found me and so fast?
I felt almost sick with the knowledge that Mr. Billings was on my trail. I hadn't hidden myself well at all. Not if within three weeks of me leaving he'd come knocking on my neighbor's doors. Did any of the rest of the people in my building tell him anything?
Wait! Why hadn't he tried to contact me directly? That didn't make any sense. I mean, if I was told to find someone and I knew where they were, I'd just confront them face-to-face.
But he hadn't.
The fact that he hadn't scared me even more.
My dad had a saying he was fond of, one I'd heard so often that it was almost like his own personal motto regarding his dealings with his competitors. "I'll let him hoist himself by his own petard." Which basically meant he'd let whomever do whatever crap they were doing until the competitor screwed up. Then my father would swoop in and get exactly whatever it was that he'd originally wanted.
Oh, god!
Was that his game with me?
I went to check on my old phone and found it had just enough power. Enough so I could see I had one hundred and four missed calls, eighty-nine voicemails and so many emails that my account was no longer accepting incoming messages. I counted it as a blessing there were only sixty-something texts.
The bad part was they were all from the same three people: my dad, my sister and Jon, my father's hand-picked choice as my fiancé.
Chapter Seven
Der was home when Mel arrived albeit in his room with the door shut and locked. Which, in his mind, was a good thing since with what he'd learned from the school'd had his fists itching to connect with his little brother's
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