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my hands
crossed on the table in front of me while he shuffled through his briefcase and
caught his breath.
“Well, it looks as though you have once again
become the owner of this beautiful house. I just need a couple of signatures
from you.”
“No problem.”
I continued to speak while he tried to gather the
papers and make some sense of them.
“Yesterday on the phone, you mentioned other items
he also wanted me to have.”
He reached to the floor and slid a weathered brown
briefcase toward me.
“Yes, of course. There’s this locked briefcase
that requires a code to open. I don’t have the code, but Mort said you would
know the correct combination.”
My head searched for numbers as I reached to grab
the handle. I placed the case on the table in front of me and spun it so the
handle faced me. The only thing I could think of was the combination of 5-6-1-2
that we used for my harness lock. I slid the numbers on top of the case and the
tabs sprung up at me.
My heart raced in anticipation when I opened it.
“Here you are.”
I instinctively flinched and shut the case when
Honeycutt’s voice rumbled behind me.
He reached around my back and slid the papers in
front of me. I had no idea what I’d just signed, but they had the proper name
and address and seemed official enough, so I’d signed without reading them. All
I thought about was the case on the table in front of me.
He went back around the table to the pile of
papers and gathered them into a disheveled stack. “Well, that wasn’t too
painful, was it?”
Honeycutt struggled to button his jacket as he
stood. He placed his glasses in his coat pocket and extended the bloated right
hand in my direction.
“Not at all. So there’s nothing else I need to do?” I reached
out to shake his hand.
“Nope. He took care of everything. I’ll submit the
proper paperwork and have the deed reissued in your name. You should receive
verification in four to six weeks. I’ll stop by Mort’s bank and make the proper
changes.”
“Sounds good.”
I led him to the door and held it open as he wobbled his way down the
porch st eps, pausing at the bottom. “Take care,” he said.
“And be safe tonight, Michael. Be safe .” The words hung in the air as he
climbed into his car and drove away.
-Chapter 16-
H is parting words bounced around in my brain. He’d
uttered the exact words Mort had that first day. I remembered the briefcase on the
table and went back inside, still wondering why he had used that particular
phrase.
I made a cup of coffee and sat down in front of
the briefcase. As I placed my hands on the latches, a knock sounded at the
door, making me jump.
Making my way to the door and glancing through the
peephole, the view revealed a man whose expression was
shielded by sunglasses and stringy hair hanging in front of his face.
The man’s head swiveled back and forth, and he knocked again, but much harder.
Taking off his glasses, he leaned in toward the peephole. His huge pupil peered
at me, causing my heart to gallop. He stepped back and raised his right hand
with his fingers spread wide, revealing his palm. With his left hand, he traced
a circle in the center of his palm and then pointed to it with his index
finger.
“What do you want?”
He just stood there, swiveling his head back and
forth.
“Go away before I call the cops!”
The empty threat had no effect on the stranger. I
opened the door, just until the chain caught, to make myself clearer when his
shoulder pressed the door open. I fell to the floor, dazed, but managed to
scramble back to my feet. I ran after him as he went into the kitchen and
grabbed the briefcase. He spun the locks to the proper combination and spilled
thecontents onto the table. He
picked up a key of some kind and pulled it close to his chest. Standing in the
doorway, blocking his exit, I wasn’t about to let him leave the kitchen with
anything he hadn’t brought in with him. “Put that down and get the hell
crossed on the table in front of me while he shuffled through his briefcase and
caught his breath.
“Well, it looks as though you have once again
become the owner of this beautiful house. I just need a couple of signatures
from you.”
“No problem.”
I continued to speak while he tried to gather the
papers and make some sense of them.
“Yesterday on the phone, you mentioned other items
he also wanted me to have.”
He reached to the floor and slid a weathered brown
briefcase toward me.
“Yes, of course. There’s this locked briefcase
that requires a code to open. I don’t have the code, but Mort said you would
know the correct combination.”
My head searched for numbers as I reached to grab
the handle. I placed the case on the table in front of me and spun it so the
handle faced me. The only thing I could think of was the combination of 5-6-1-2
that we used for my harness lock. I slid the numbers on top of the case and the
tabs sprung up at me.
My heart raced in anticipation when I opened it.
“Here you are.”
I instinctively flinched and shut the case when
Honeycutt’s voice rumbled behind me.
He reached around my back and slid the papers in
front of me. I had no idea what I’d just signed, but they had the proper name
and address and seemed official enough, so I’d signed without reading them. All
I thought about was the case on the table in front of me.
He went back around the table to the pile of
papers and gathered them into a disheveled stack. “Well, that wasn’t too
painful, was it?”
Honeycutt struggled to button his jacket as he
stood. He placed his glasses in his coat pocket and extended the bloated right
hand in my direction.
“Not at all. So there’s nothing else I need to do?” I reached
out to shake his hand.
“Nope. He took care of everything. I’ll submit the
proper paperwork and have the deed reissued in your name. You should receive
verification in four to six weeks. I’ll stop by Mort’s bank and make the proper
changes.”
“Sounds good.”
I led him to the door and held it open as he wobbled his way down the
porch st eps, pausing at the bottom. “Take care,” he said.
“And be safe tonight, Michael. Be safe .” The words hung in the air as he
climbed into his car and drove away.
-Chapter 16-
H is parting words bounced around in my brain. He’d
uttered the exact words Mort had that first day. I remembered the briefcase on the
table and went back inside, still wondering why he had used that particular
phrase.
I made a cup of coffee and sat down in front of
the briefcase. As I placed my hands on the latches, a knock sounded at the
door, making me jump.
Making my way to the door and glancing through the
peephole, the view revealed a man whose expression was
shielded by sunglasses and stringy hair hanging in front of his face.
The man’s head swiveled back and forth, and he knocked again, but much harder.
Taking off his glasses, he leaned in toward the peephole. His huge pupil peered
at me, causing my heart to gallop. He stepped back and raised his right hand
with his fingers spread wide, revealing his palm. With his left hand, he traced
a circle in the center of his palm and then pointed to it with his index
finger.
“What do you want?”
He just stood there, swiveling his head back and
forth.
“Go away before I call the cops!”
The empty threat had no effect on the stranger. I
opened the door, just until the chain caught, to make myself clearer when his
shoulder pressed the door open. I fell to the floor, dazed, but managed to
scramble back to my feet. I ran after him as he went into the kitchen and
grabbed the briefcase. He spun the locks to the proper combination and spilled
thecontents onto the table. He
picked up a key of some kind and pulled it close to his chest. Standing in the
doorway, blocking his exit, I wasn’t about to let him leave the kitchen with
anything he hadn’t brought in with him. “Put that down and get the hell
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