him. He figured that Ghost didn’t really buy his getting robbed story so he decided to be honest.
“I’ll have something for you when you come to the party next week,” Ghost said and then made his exit.
Once Ghost was gone, Randy quickly snatched the wire from his chest and tossed it to the ground. “Fuck!” he cursed loudly. That was too close of a call for his liking. If Ghost found out that he was wearing a wire, he could only imagine what Ghost would have done to him. Randy quickly pulled out his cell phone and called Stone.
“We need more,” Stone answered.
“What you mean you need more?” Randy snapped.
“He didn’t admit to robbing no banks and he didn’t agree to rob another bank with you. We have nothing on him,” Stone told him. “If you want to walk, then you better give me something that I can work with.”
Randy hung up with a frustrated look on his face. “Fuck this shit! Whatever money Ghost gives me next week I’m just going to use that money and go on the run,” he told himself. He knew there was no way that Ghost would agree to rob another bank. Ghost was out and once Ghost’s mind was made up, it wasn’t no changing it. Randy grabbed a bottle of liquor, turned the bottle up and guzzled the liquid fire as if it was water. He had to figure something out and figure it out fast.
Chapter 18
It Just Got Real
G host stepped out of his Range Rover and entered the fancy building where his lawyer’s office was held. On the ride over, Ghost’s mind was stuck on him and Randy’s conversation. He had never heard such a bullshit story in his life, but since he didn’t know what Randy was up to, he decided to play along. Randy had been known for being a notorious gambler so Ghost just figure he gambled most of his money away like he’d done in the past. Ghost’s plan was to give Randy $250,000 and then disappear to Hawaii and never be seen or heard from again.
“Hey, how are you doing Jessica? Can you tell Mr. Goldberg that I’m here to see him please?” Ghost asked, smiling at the receptionist.
“Sure thing Mr. Ghost.” Jessica picked up her phone, pressed one button on the speed dial, spoke to the person on the other end, and then hung up. “Mr. Goldberg is expecting you,” she told Ghost.
“Thank you,” Ghost said and then headed to the office that rested at the end of the hall. He entered the office and spotted his lawyer.
Mr. Goldberg sat, leaned back with his feet kicked up on his desk, and a cigar in his mouth. “Good to see you again Ghost,” Mr. Goldberg said smiling as he got up and shook Ghost’s hand. “How can I help you today?”
“As you know, recently I invested some money with Brent Harrington’s company,” Ghost said. “I need you to call his office and let him know that I may need to take $250,000 from what I invested.”
“What’s wrong Ghost; money getting tight?” Mr. Goldberg asked. For as long as he knew Ghost, he knew the man was well organized and always thought three steps ahead of everybody else.
“No it’s not me. I’m just trying to help out a good friend of mines.”
“Be careful Ghost. Friends and family have been known to stab people in the back faster than strangers,” Mr. Goldberg said as he picked up his phone and dialed Brent’s number.
Ghost sat back and began to think about Dana and her new boyfriend. When the confused look that Mr. Goldberg had on his face, it grabbed his attention. “What’s wrong?”
“It says that Brent’s number has been disconnected,” Mr. Goldberg said. He tried the number again, and shook his head. “The number has been disconnected. Do you have another number I can reach him at?”
“No,” Ghost said shamefully.
“I’ll check his website.” Mr. Goldberg tapped a few keys on his keyboard and shook his head with a disgusted look on his face. “His website has been taken down as well.”
“Tell me this is a joke,” Ghost said seriously.
“I’m afraid not,” Mr.
“I’ll have something for you when you come to the party next week,” Ghost said and then made his exit.
Once Ghost was gone, Randy quickly snatched the wire from his chest and tossed it to the ground. “Fuck!” he cursed loudly. That was too close of a call for his liking. If Ghost found out that he was wearing a wire, he could only imagine what Ghost would have done to him. Randy quickly pulled out his cell phone and called Stone.
“We need more,” Stone answered.
“What you mean you need more?” Randy snapped.
“He didn’t admit to robbing no banks and he didn’t agree to rob another bank with you. We have nothing on him,” Stone told him. “If you want to walk, then you better give me something that I can work with.”
Randy hung up with a frustrated look on his face. “Fuck this shit! Whatever money Ghost gives me next week I’m just going to use that money and go on the run,” he told himself. He knew there was no way that Ghost would agree to rob another bank. Ghost was out and once Ghost’s mind was made up, it wasn’t no changing it. Randy grabbed a bottle of liquor, turned the bottle up and guzzled the liquid fire as if it was water. He had to figure something out and figure it out fast.
Chapter 18
It Just Got Real
G host stepped out of his Range Rover and entered the fancy building where his lawyer’s office was held. On the ride over, Ghost’s mind was stuck on him and Randy’s conversation. He had never heard such a bullshit story in his life, but since he didn’t know what Randy was up to, he decided to play along. Randy had been known for being a notorious gambler so Ghost just figure he gambled most of his money away like he’d done in the past. Ghost’s plan was to give Randy $250,000 and then disappear to Hawaii and never be seen or heard from again.
“Hey, how are you doing Jessica? Can you tell Mr. Goldberg that I’m here to see him please?” Ghost asked, smiling at the receptionist.
“Sure thing Mr. Ghost.” Jessica picked up her phone, pressed one button on the speed dial, spoke to the person on the other end, and then hung up. “Mr. Goldberg is expecting you,” she told Ghost.
“Thank you,” Ghost said and then headed to the office that rested at the end of the hall. He entered the office and spotted his lawyer.
Mr. Goldberg sat, leaned back with his feet kicked up on his desk, and a cigar in his mouth. “Good to see you again Ghost,” Mr. Goldberg said smiling as he got up and shook Ghost’s hand. “How can I help you today?”
“As you know, recently I invested some money with Brent Harrington’s company,” Ghost said. “I need you to call his office and let him know that I may need to take $250,000 from what I invested.”
“What’s wrong Ghost; money getting tight?” Mr. Goldberg asked. For as long as he knew Ghost, he knew the man was well organized and always thought three steps ahead of everybody else.
“No it’s not me. I’m just trying to help out a good friend of mines.”
“Be careful Ghost. Friends and family have been known to stab people in the back faster than strangers,” Mr. Goldberg said as he picked up his phone and dialed Brent’s number.
Ghost sat back and began to think about Dana and her new boyfriend. When the confused look that Mr. Goldberg had on his face, it grabbed his attention. “What’s wrong?”
“It says that Brent’s number has been disconnected,” Mr. Goldberg said. He tried the number again, and shook his head. “The number has been disconnected. Do you have another number I can reach him at?”
“No,” Ghost said shamefully.
“I’ll check his website.” Mr. Goldberg tapped a few keys on his keyboard and shook his head with a disgusted look on his face. “His website has been taken down as well.”
“Tell me this is a joke,” Ghost said seriously.
“I’m afraid not,” Mr.
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