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out of
here before I call the cops!”
His dilated pupils focused on me for a second
before he rushed at me. I braced for the impact, but instead he shoved the key
into my chest, forcing me to grab it from him. I spun to the side as he rushed
past and leapt from the front porch. I caught myself and ran after him, but I
couldn’t catch him and he disappeared around the corner.
I stood in the middle of the street while my
heartbeat steadied, and the adrenaline ran its course. I squeezed the key in my
hand and walked back to the house.
In the kitchen, I shuffled through the items
he’d spilled onto the table ; the key, a small pile of
papers, and a weathered photograph of Mort holding a baby.
The key looked like it opened a safety deposit box
of some kind. It had FCB stamped on one side and 373
on the other. The paperwork Honeycutt left had an account at First Community
Bank. It didn’t take too much to figure out there must have been a safety
deposit box waiting for me. I set that aside and moved on to the papers.
They consisted of closing documents from when Mort
had bought the house and a few random pages with writing scribbled on them.
The picture showed Mort holding a baby in a
hospital. Someone lay in the bed behind him, but Mort obscured the
person’s face. He had such a look of sincerity as he held the infant close to
his face. My first thought was that it may have been his child, but he’d never
made mention of having a child. Maybe something happened to the baby, but when
I flipped the picture over, I saw the date stamp: December 10, 1987. My birthday.
I wondered if my mother was in the bed behind him.
Why had she kept him a secret from me? Obviously, he was close with my parents,
so why had I never met him?
The key caught the corner of my eye, and I
snatched it off the table. Standing up, leaving the picture and papers in
place, I grabbed my car keys from the counter before heading out the door.
-Chapter 17-
O n my way to the bank, I passed the library and
spotted the guy that had burst into my house sitting
on the bus bench on the opposite side of the road. I parked in the lot behind
the bench and walked up to confront the guy .
“Hey! Hey you!” I walked
through the bushes separating the parking lot from the sidewalk. “Don’t you
hear me?”
The man turned in my direction but looked around
as if he wasn’t the only one there. He sat up but didn’t attempt to run or
approach me.
“Me? What’s the matter? Do I know you?”
I walked up and snatched the glasses from his
face.
“Hey man, who do you think you are?”
“I’m the guy whose house you broke in to.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”
His demeanor wasn’t that of a guilty man. He
didn’t have any idea what I was talking about . “Sorry,
I thought you were someone else.” I turned and walked away.
“That’s alright, buddy. You should be careful
though. You might do that to the wrong guy and get your ass kicked.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry man,” I said over my shoulder as
I headed back to where I’d parked.
I sat in the car and watched as the man headed
down the street. He didn’t seem to have any recollection of barging into my
house earlier in the day. How did he know the combination to the briefcase and
what had he meant by drawing the circle on his palm? He’d acted as if he had no
recollection of me and it dawned on me that someone might have bridged him.
Someone else wanted me to have that key.
I pulled into the bank and passed Honeycutt as he
left the parking lot. I snickered at the sight of such a big man in so small a
car.
Mr. Barnes stood talking with a teller when I
walked into the lobby.
“Michael, it’s good to see you.”
I reached to shake his extended hand.
“I’m here to access my safety deposit box.”
His brow furrowed, and his back straightened.
“Sure, have a seat.”
The lines in his forehead told me he was curious
as to how I had become the owner of Mort’s
here before I call the cops!”
His dilated pupils focused on me for a second
before he rushed at me. I braced for the impact, but instead he shoved the key
into my chest, forcing me to grab it from him. I spun to the side as he rushed
past and leapt from the front porch. I caught myself and ran after him, but I
couldn’t catch him and he disappeared around the corner.
I stood in the middle of the street while my
heartbeat steadied, and the adrenaline ran its course. I squeezed the key in my
hand and walked back to the house.
In the kitchen, I shuffled through the items
he’d spilled onto the table ; the key, a small pile of
papers, and a weathered photograph of Mort holding a baby.
The key looked like it opened a safety deposit box
of some kind. It had FCB stamped on one side and 373
on the other. The paperwork Honeycutt left had an account at First Community
Bank. It didn’t take too much to figure out there must have been a safety
deposit box waiting for me. I set that aside and moved on to the papers.
They consisted of closing documents from when Mort
had bought the house and a few random pages with writing scribbled on them.
The picture showed Mort holding a baby in a
hospital. Someone lay in the bed behind him, but Mort obscured the
person’s face. He had such a look of sincerity as he held the infant close to
his face. My first thought was that it may have been his child, but he’d never
made mention of having a child. Maybe something happened to the baby, but when
I flipped the picture over, I saw the date stamp: December 10, 1987. My birthday.
I wondered if my mother was in the bed behind him.
Why had she kept him a secret from me? Obviously, he was close with my parents,
so why had I never met him?
The key caught the corner of my eye, and I
snatched it off the table. Standing up, leaving the picture and papers in
place, I grabbed my car keys from the counter before heading out the door.
-Chapter 17-
O n my way to the bank, I passed the library and
spotted the guy that had burst into my house sitting
on the bus bench on the opposite side of the road. I parked in the lot behind
the bench and walked up to confront the guy .
“Hey! Hey you!” I walked
through the bushes separating the parking lot from the sidewalk. “Don’t you
hear me?”
The man turned in my direction but looked around
as if he wasn’t the only one there. He sat up but didn’t attempt to run or
approach me.
“Me? What’s the matter? Do I know you?”
I walked up and snatched the glasses from his
face.
“Hey man, who do you think you are?”
“I’m the guy whose house you broke in to.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”
His demeanor wasn’t that of a guilty man. He
didn’t have any idea what I was talking about . “Sorry,
I thought you were someone else.” I turned and walked away.
“That’s alright, buddy. You should be careful
though. You might do that to the wrong guy and get your ass kicked.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry man,” I said over my shoulder as
I headed back to where I’d parked.
I sat in the car and watched as the man headed
down the street. He didn’t seem to have any recollection of barging into my
house earlier in the day. How did he know the combination to the briefcase and
what had he meant by drawing the circle on his palm? He’d acted as if he had no
recollection of me and it dawned on me that someone might have bridged him.
Someone else wanted me to have that key.
I pulled into the bank and passed Honeycutt as he
left the parking lot. I snickered at the sight of such a big man in so small a
car.
Mr. Barnes stood talking with a teller when I
walked into the lobby.
“Michael, it’s good to see you.”
I reached to shake his extended hand.
“I’m here to access my safety deposit box.”
His brow furrowed, and his back straightened.
“Sure, have a seat.”
The lines in his forehead told me he was curious
as to how I had become the owner of Mort’s
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