Jet Black - Gold #13
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Boyde ended up, at one point Chub had excused himself and came back later to give Jet the thumbs up. Somehow it didn’t make him happy, and they forgot to tell James about the gold as well.
Indigo came aboard the Tanatalia He had a bottle of Champagne in his hand. “Whose got the glasses?” he said holding it high.
Jet produced four ceramic mugs.
“To success.” He said as he poured out the drink.
“To freedom.” Said Jet.
“And long may we enjoy it, and others want it.” Added Chub.
“If that’s aimed at Benedict your out of luck,”
They all looked at Indigo.
“You haven’t heard have you?”
“Heard what, “ said Jet.
“Benedicts got too many friends in high places. He won’t be charged; anyway he’s got enough high powered lawyers to keep him out of jail as long as he‘s alive.”
“He’s got to make a mistake he can’t cover one day?” grumbled Jet.
“Na, his kind are too slippery.” Corrected Chub.
It was James who asked the question. “Krinski?”
“Ah… Krinski.” Indigo shrugged. “The militia broke into his apartment to find him dead. Apparently he committed suicide after: very conveniently, leaving a note admitting culpability, and clearing Benedict entirely.”
The news took the pleasure out of the celebration.
“Well at least Benedict lost his gold.” Muttered Jet
It was James who spoiled his revenge. “Actually he didn’t.”
He looked at James. “What do you mean?”
“The fed are not revealing how much gold was lost, but they have admitted to some; its sent the gold price into orbit, and Benedict has made a fortune with his stocks.”
Jet laughed, “So it’s still a draw?’
Chub raised his mug. "It could have gone a lot worse for us; and that’s all that really counts to me.”
“Me too Chub. Okay lets get Rosie and get on our way home; to our home amoung the stars.”
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