"Ricco and I had a disagreement, so he got sentenced to five to ten," Sam said coldly with no emotion.
"Five to ten?" The Captain asked, sounding a little confused.
"Yeah, five to ten minutes of an ass whooping," Sam said, still showing no emotion.
"Just keep things cool while the feds are around," the Captain said as he tried to hide his laughter.
Sam and Hutch decided to head home, they did finally get Randy off the streets, and Ricco took a beat down, so the night was ending on a high note. So much for his plans of a quiet and uneventful night, Hutch thought while they walked to her car.
Chapter 5
No Sleep
The next morning was a beautiful day, the sun wasn't shining too brightly it was a bit overcast and cloudy, which was perfect weather for being outside, and outside was where Ed Daniels was going to be. He had another event planned; he just hoped the Senator wouldn't show up and ruin it like he did his event yesterday. Ed saw the latest polls which showed the Senator had gained three points and climbing; the news had even shown the Senator at the event and failed to mention it was his event. Ed knew politics was a rough game, and he was getting a first-hand lesson. Ed had nothing spectacular planned just a few charitable events to help the community and some ideas he was going to bring up in the next campaign rally, but he knew none of that would turn the tide, he was on a sinking ship, and he knew it.
The Senator was up and heading out the door, he kissed his wife goodbye and headed toward his meeting with the kingmaker Ron Donaldson. He was a little nervous, but he didn't let it show. The Senator looked at Dale and Mike's shoes to make sure they were polished although he doubted, they knew he was checking them for flaws. The Senator listened to classical music on his way over to the meeting, he would typically be looking over this and that, but he wanted his mind clear and focused for this meeting. The Senator arrived at the meeting place, a small office building that looked a little run down from the outside. Dale went to the door, and before he could get close enough to knock, it opened.
"Come in, Mr. Donaldson is expecting you," a lady in a black pants suit said, waving her hand letting the Senator's security detail know it was okay to come inside.
Dale signaled for Mike to open the door and let the Senator out. The Senator thought Mr. Donaldson could do better than this shabby dump, but it was his meeting place of choice. When the Senator walked in, the lady in the black pants suit directed him to go to the left, as she closed the front door. The Senator came into a thoroughly modern office with monitors showing every angle of the building, and street, which was being watched by two huge guards in jeans and tee shirts.
"Right this way please Senator, you can have a seat in there," the lady said as she directed the Senator to an elevator and Dale to a very luxurious waiting room.
Dale looked at him for approval, and the Senator nodded, so he went in and sat down as the elevator doors opened. He stepped on the elevator, and the lady with the black pants suit stepped in and the doors closed. The doors opened a few moments later, and they were in another office, more security guards and monitors, but there were two big wooden doors which the Senator assumed led to Mr. Donaldson. He saw the lady in the black pants suit get a signal from the secretary on that floor and showed him a chair to sit in.
"Mr. Donaldson will be with you shortly, Senator," she said, and she disappeared behind the big wooden doors.
A few minutes later, the doors opened, and the lady in the black pants suit signaled for the Senator to come in. The Senator got up and walked through the big wooden doors and saw a huge fish tank and an office that would rival any in the world. He was amazed that the office had vaulted ceilings and windows, but the windows were obviously holographic images, but very realistic, showing many parts of the World. He was snapped out of his state of being awestruck when he heard Mr. Donaldson's voice.
"Come on over here and have a seat," Mr. Donaldson said, and he pointed to a very comfortable looking set of chairs that sat in front of Mr. Donaldson's massive desk.
"Good morning, Mr. Donaldson," the Senator said, as he sat down.
"Yes, good morning indeed, Senator. Do you want anything? I can have Melissa get it for you."
"A cheese Danish and fresh-squeezed lemonade, if you have it," the Senator said, while he got comfortable in his chair.
Mr. Donaldson nodded at Melissa, and she disappeared through the large wooden doors.
"So, it is good to meet you, you have been making quite the national impact the last few days, normally that wouldn't be such an attention grabber, but the violence made World news and your announcement that you are going after the C.C.K Killer kind of puts it in the bag. I saw some very calculated moves that I take were no accident or sudden call to civic duty," Mr. Donaldson said with a bit of a smile on his face.
"Let's say I saw an opportunity and ran with it since I take it, we are speaking very frank here," the Senator said, looking around the room.
"Yes, we are speaking frankly, plus this is a secure site, anyway, I take it you already know who the C.C.K Killer is?"
"Yes."
"Good, then if I choose to proceed, you will have him captured in the next thirty days I take it," Mr. Donaldson said, and he leaned back in his chair, waiting on a response.
"In the next week or so, but he will not survive the capture, unfortunately."
"Good, we don't want loose ends later. So, does Mr. C.C.K take out anyone during his capture? Will it be a clean bust or one last victim?"
"Ed Daniels, unfortunately."
"Hmm, that is good, especially since he's losing now, there would be no reason to kill him, plus we can say you were getting death threats, so the guy took out Daniels because he couldn't get to you, I like it," Mr. Donaldson said and he sat up and put his elbows on his desk, then he put his hands under his chin, still thinking about the death of Ed Daniels.
"Do you have anything you require me to do?"
"I was thinking of a mutual problem, Mr. Larry Criss. I am not sure how to proceed on that matter, just yet, but I think he needs to go, he is such a pompous bastard," Mr. Donaldson said as he started the Newton's Cradle on his desk.
"Would you like me to have that handled?"
Before Mr. Donaldson could answer, there was a knock at the door, and Melissa came in with a fresh cheese Danish and a cup of fresh-squeezed lemonade. Senator Fueller took the lemonade and Danish and took a sip thinking the lemonade was going to be a little tart, but it was perfect, on the sweet side.
"Is that to your liking Senator?"
"Yes, it is delicious. I like my lemonade on the sweet side."
"Very good, if there is nothing else, I will leave you two gentlemen to your discussion," Melissa said, while Mr. Donaldson shook his head no.
"I think I would like you to handle it, I will need a few things, but that will be first on the list. Mr. Criss will fight us tooth and nail, on your nomination, and as you know, I never back a loser."
"So, I take it you will back me for the Presidency?"
"Yes, once that matter is taken care of, we will proceed."
"Do you have any information on Mr. Criss that may be helpful?"
Mr. Donaldson put up his index finger to signal the Senator he needed a moment. He typed something into his desk computer then called for Melissa, through a headset he was wearing.
"Melissa, can you please bring me the file on Mr. Criss? Thank you. So, the file will have everything you need to determine your best course of action," Mr. Donaldson said, then there was a knock on the door and Melissa came in with a Manila envelope.
Mr. Donaldson nodded his head toward the Senator signaling Melissa to hand the envelope to him. Senator Fueller took the envelope and put it on his lap; he knew there would be plenty of time to look it over and figure out how to get the job done.
"So, is there a time frame on getting this done?"
"Let's shoot for thirty days, pardon the pun," Mr. Donaldson said, as he smiled and laughed
a bit.
"I will begin working on this issue immediately, so if I cancel an event or two, is that okay?" The Senator asked, raising his eyebrows a little.
"That is perfect, it works in our favor, we will release or leak that you have been getting death threats and were forced to miss events at the behest of your security team," Mr. Donaldson said, smiling.
"I guess I will leave that to you?" The Senator asked as he sipped on his lemonade.
"Yes, I have a bit of experience working with the media."
"I will get this done and wait for you to contact me?"
"Melissa will give you some numbers to reach out to me if you need me, but other than an emergency, I will contact you after our issue is taken care of."
"Okay, then I will get this done and wait for you to call me," the Senator said and stood up.
Mr. Donaldson stood up and walked around his big wooden desk and shook the Senator's hand. Just about the time they had finished shaking hands, Melissa appeared, once again.
"Take care of yourself; you have an appointment with destiny."
"I will, and good day Mr. Donaldson," the Senator said, as Melissa led him out.
Melissa closed the big wooden doors when they were outside of Mr. Donaldson's office, and handed the Senator a plumbing business card with two phone numbers on it, one said for emergency plumbing needs and one was an office number. Melissa escorted the Senator back onto the elevator, and he got off, and Dale saw him, and he nodded to let him know it was time to go. Melissa walked them back to the front door, where the Senator now noticed the entrance to the run-down office building had a solid steel frame and what appeared to be two doors put together to look like one, the outside rundown facade and the steel modern security door on the inside. Mr. Donaldson was sharp; the Senator knew the security guards in jeans and tee shirts were there to blend in while they patrolled the outside of the building. The Senator knew he had the right guy backing him, now he just needed to handle the Larry Criss situation along with a few other matters and the Presidency would be his. He thought about Mr. Criss on his ride over to a fundraising luncheon. He didn't want to open the big Manila envelope just yet. The Senator wanted time to absorb the material and plan out this crucial move; he didn't want any half-baked ideas being considered, by himself because it seemed right at the moment, he needed to get through this event, then look at this task with his full attention.
Barry was up and giving his full attention to his resignation this morning. He knew it was time to resign. Plus he had an upcoming kill and didn't want to chance going into the office bruised up. That is if the guy put up half the fight, he claimed he would. He sat there looking at the television, but he was thinking about how Ted Johnson made the list and got under his skin. It wasn't even close to the worst call he had gotten, not even top 10, but Ted just rubbed him the wrong way.
"Good morning, I'm Barry and thank you for….," he couldn't finish his opening, because Ted cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah, I put my information in so give me my account balance you worthless fucking moron."
"Sir, I will need your first and last name to proceed, and I will ask you to keep things professional," he said while he pulled out the list, knowing this guy was about to get inked in.
"Oh, you must be the fucking company suck ass, no balls at all, huh? Okay sissy, boy, I will try to play nice, so you don't go cry on break, Ted Johnson is my name, now hurry up fuckwad I ain't got all day to be dicking around with you, now your mom is a different story."
"Alright sir, your balance is three hundred-forty-six dollars and seventy-two cents, is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Yeah, give me your mom's number again, I lost it. I think us Johnson boys might just run a train over to her house."
"I asked you to be professional, is there anything else, sir?"
"Yeah, bring me your wife so I can show you how to, make her work that thing, that is until your balls drop. If you ever come out my way, I will give you an old-fashioned ass-whooping and then I'll have three bitches, you, your mom and your wife."
"Alright sir, anything else?" He said as he finished putting Ted's address on the list.
"Oh, you think this is a joke, Gary? I am six foot four inches of all man and will make you my bitch any day of the week, now you can go cry on your break," Ted said and hung up.
Barry didn't even get to correct him on getting his name wrong, but he would make him pay in the long run, and the time was near. He was so deep in thought about killing Ted that he didn't realize the food was ready and that Karen was asking him to set up the T.V. trays.
"Oh, sorry honey, I was daydreaming," he said as he got up and got the T.V. trays set up, so they could eat.
"It's okay; sometimes you need to just blank out for a moment. I already poured our drinks, can you grab them while I bring in the plates," Karen said as she passed him with two plates in her hands.
He grabbed the drinks and salt and pepper and came back to the living room. He set the glasses down and dropped the salt; he picked it up thinking he needed to vacuum anyway, when he thought of Corey standing there covered in dust, the night he left to get Karen on the road trip. He couldn't help but to laugh; then he had to explain it to Karen who thought it was funnier than he did, she even snorted she was laughing so hard.
"So, the night you came to get me your vacuum blew up on Corey?" Karen asked, laughing. She was confirming what he had already told her.
"Yeah, he looked like a ghost. I was almost afraid to open the door and look one more time, but I had to, and he was just frozen, like a statue," Barry said laughing, seeing Corey covered in the vacuum dust clearly in his mind.
"I know he had to be mad, but I know he was laughing at himself too," Karen said, laughing and snorting a little, even wiping a tear or two from her eyes.
They finally made it through their laughing session and got to eat breakfast. Barry and Karen cleaned up, and as Barry started to vacuum, he could hear Karen laughing again. Barry got finished vacuuming and sat down on the couch with Karen who just moments before had her feet up in the air so he could vacuum underneath them.
"I think today is the day that I go resign. There's no need in putting it off anymore."
"Yes, that is a great idea, no need to have that job looming over your head, it will be one less thing to worry about."
"I know, but it still feels weird, not having to work, I guess we both will get used to it, I know it has to be strange for you as well."
"I do feel strange some days, but then it sinks in that we're rich and don't need to work anymore, but after all this is done, we can discuss you bankrolling me a little place on one of the islands," Karen said, smiling with a devilish grin on her face.
"Well, you might have to do a few dirty deeds to get that funding you want."
"I don't mind working under the boss."
"You keep that attitude, and you will get all the funding you need."
"I am glad my boss will be so generous, I am going to have to work extra hard to keep him happy," Karen said as she reached over and started to rub on Barry's crotch.
After a quick romp with Karen in the bedroom, they decided to go into the office and make Barry's resignation a thing of reality. Karen and Barry enjoyed the ride over, the clouds in the sky kept the sun from beaming through so they let the windows down and enjoyed the fresh cool air. Karen was holding the steering wheel with her right hand and doing the wave through the air with her left hand. They finally got to his job, and Karen decided to stay in the car and wait, she figured coming in to quit and having a new bride would only add to the length of time he would be in the office. He dreaded this moment because he had met some great people, and Barry wanted to keep this part of his life going, but he knew it was time to move on. There was no telling what would happen in the next few months, and this job was an obstacle that had to be removed. When Barry walked onto the production floor, Barry was glad that he was resigning. Everyone se
emed to be getting one bad call after another, from what he was hearing. Barry looked around for Jose and waved to a few people who weren't too wrapped up into their phone conversations. He saw Jackie Parker, who managed another team and waved her over because he couldn't find Jose.
"Hey, Barry I haven't seen you around for a while."
"Yeah, I've been on vacation, is Jose around?"
"No, he's off today, and all the other managers are in some meeting downstairs, so I was left to watch the floor."
"Oh, okay."
"You need something?"
"No, I'm putting in my resignation, I got a job offer from a small firm, but they are more than doubling my salary."
"Oh, wow, that is great. If that company is ever looking for more folks, keep me in mind," Jackie said, laughing.
"Will do."
"Just send Jose an email and good luck, we will miss you, it's been a pleasure working with you," Jackie said, and she walked over to a rep who was waving for her to come to help her with a call or system issue.
He thanked Jackie for her kind words, and she even went and got him a little bag to put his stuff in, which was great because he had forgotten to bring something for his stuff. He didn't have a lot of things at his desk, so packing the few items was easy. The bag looked like his lunch, so no one would pay any real attention to him, unlike if he had the, "I've been fired box." He started to write the email, and then he saw Megan and Mary walking his way, but he didn't think they saw him, so he ducked down, the last thing he wanted was Megan trying to have a final breakdown, or Mary begging for items she thought he would like to give to her. He waited for a few seconds and looked up; he was in luck; they went right by him and never looked back. Barry hurried to finish typing his email resignation and signed out of his computer for the last time. He looked back to freeze the image in his mind as he turned and walked away. He was walking out the door and felt a bump on the other side as he heard a soda fall to the floor. When he opened the door all the way to see who he'd hit, it was Robert the tight pants wearing want to be bully. Robert looked mad, but when he saw it was Barry, he just looked away and then at his shirt that had a huge soda stain on it. Barry just looked at him and smiled. What a perfect way to leave, he thought. He stopped at security and said goodbye to all the guys there. Then Barry walked out to the parking garage one final time. Karen was waiting for Barry and listening to the radio. She was bobbing her head to the song on the radio when he got in the car.
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