“We all set to go,” Barry asked while he walked toward Agent Harold, who was standing by the stairs leading to the plane’s door.
“Almost,” Agent Harold said as he put his hand out.
He forgot he had Agent Harold’s phone, so he gave it back to him as the door closed and the plane started to roll. Agent Marone was still looking at his cards and paying no attention to anything else going on. He sat his bag down and sat down beside it and decided to get some rest now because he had the feeling when he got home, rest would not be in Karen’s immediate plans. He wondered how long it would take before they decided to break the story on the latest C.C.K. killing and how they would spin it? He was sure the Senator had a plan, he just wanted to take care of their agreement and be out of his plans forever. He decided to let his mind rest as the plane lifted into the air, there was no need for him to rack his brain with trying to figure out the Senator’s plans, they would be made very clear soon enough he thought, but he still wondered how he could use this to win the Presidency. He realized killing takes more out of you than you think, he was thinking about the Senator one minute, and now they were landing. Barry looked outside, and the evening sky was clear, he was glad to be home, he just stared out the window as the plane rolled down the runway. He saw the hanger they were going to pull into, and he noticed a black S.U.V., and he knew it was the Senator’s black S.U.V. He wondered why he came out here. He knew he would find out in a minute or so as he felt the plane stop. He grabbed his bag and stood up and a few moments later the door opened, and the Senator came on board, and of course Dale along with him.
“I know you probably didn’t expect to see me, but I was in the area, so I figured I would take care of that favor you asked me for,” the Senator said as he looked at Dale and Dale gave him a large manila envelope.
Barry opened the envelope and looked at the contents; he was very happy. He had to admit; the Senator had kept his word on everything to this point.
“So, we can do as we please?”
“Yes, that takes care of your problem, everything else has been washed away,” the Senator said.
“That is a relief, I am sure the others will be happy to hear this good news,” Barry said, smiling.
“I am sure they will, and I haven’t forgotten about your friend either, now I believe you have vacation plans,” the Senator said and winked at him as he turned to exit the plane.
Barry was happy to get home, but he was really, happy now, he couldn’t wait to show his surprise to Karen and Corey. He knew Corey would flip, Karen he imagined would be as cool as ever, but thank him in her special way; just the thought made him smile.
“Well, it looks like somebody is happy,” Agent Harold said, looking at him.
“Just happy to be home.”
“I can’t wait to get home myself, or at least to the hotel, I need a bath,” Agent Marone said.
They all nodded their heads in agreement as they exited the plane and went to the car. Barry sat in the back and looked out the window on the ride home. He wanted to text Karen, but then he wanted to surprise her, so he didn’t text her, he figured he would pop up. Agent Marone and Agent Harold did a little small talk, but nothing too serious, he still knew he was an outsider and could tell that they guarded their conversations around him, although this was about sports, so they talked freely. He saw Agent Marone look back at him like he wanted him to back him up on a point he was trying to make, then he could see he thought about it and decided not to get him involved. He was glad to be an outsider at that moment; he was enjoying being left alone with his thoughts of Karen and Corey and how they would celebrate, he knew a little bit of relief and celebration was long overdue. He continued to enjoy the ride as they continued to talk about whatever it was, they were going on about. Barry had tuned them out, so he wasn’t even sure if they were on the same subject or not. He was thinking about white sand beaches and the sounds of the ocean and Karen being in a bikini when a pothole brought him back to reality, and not too soon because they were only a few minutes away from his house. They pulled up a few minutes later, and he got out and thanked the Agents for the ride, he also saw the curtains open, so Karen knew he was home. He started to walk up the driveway when the garage door opened, and Karen came out. Karen hugged him and kissed him and then grabbed his arm and led him inside, where he got scolded for not calling.
“You should have called, I could have had your food ready, but now you’re going to have to wait. You are hungry, aren’t you?” Karen said as she paused for just a minute to make sure she was scolding him for the right reason.
“Yes, I’m starving.”
“Hey, what’s up?” Corey said as he came out of the bathroom with a magazine in his hand.
“Not a lot, just getting the third degree for not calling.”
“Yeah, I heard. Hey, since you warming up, “Mr. I can’t call a plate,” can you get me a plate warmed up too? I suddenly have room available,” Corey said as he rubbed his stomach.
“I am already making you another plate too,” Karen said from the kitchen.
“Hey Karen, come here please, I want to show you and Corey something,” Barry said as he could hear Karen rustling dishes around in the kitchen.
Karen came out of the kitchen and looked at him, and Corey then sat down and waited. Barry was wondering why they looked a little scared, then Corey spoke up.
“Okay dog, let’s have it, we figured there would be some fucked up shit we would have to do for the Senator.”
He wanted to laugh, but he played into the mood and acted like they had figured out that they had something else to do. He walked over to the bag he had brought and pulled out the manila envelope and looked inside. He pulled out a little pile of papers with three paper clips. He pulled the papers apart and handed Corey his and then handed Karen her stack. He watched them look over the documents for a moment, then they looked at him, then back at the documents again.
“Is this shit for real?” Corey said, looking at the papers, and then Barry, and back at the papers again.
“Yes, it is,” Barry said.
“This means we can do a lot more than we have been doing,” Karen said.
“You shitting me? Oh, mothafucka, it’s on and crackin’ now, I think I need that Lamborweinie.”
“You little devil, you had us believing we had something crazy to do,” Karen said as she hugged Barry and even Corey joined in on a group hug.
“Man, you got us all bomb ass credit and tax returns to back that shit up, I’m loving this gangster shit,” Corey said.
“This is cool,” Karen said, looking over the papers in her hands.
“And your Social Security is maxed out now too.”
“So, can we go on vacation now?” Karen asked.
“Yes, it’s time, and you can get your Lamborghini, I mean Lamborweinie.”
Barry looked at Corey, who was instantly happy and started to Hula dance through the living room. Karen and Barry watched him and then Karen joined in dancing around the table. Barry thought what the Hell and started dancing with them. We danced around a little, and then all sat down, and we started to discuss where we should go first, of course, Hawaii was the place that came up, and Barry got outvoted. Karen went online and looked at what was available and found some great hotel suites.
“Don’t forget to call your Aunt Ledley and tell her she is going on a trip or I can just text her,” Karen said.
“Oh, yeah, I will call her in the morning, from the car dealership, I’m going to bed.”
“You’re tired?” Barry asked Corey, looking him up and down, wondering what the sudden lack of energy was about because Corey looked just as energetic as ever.
“Nope, but I want to go to sleep so the morning can hurry up and get here so I can get my ass to the dealership, but I will take that plate of food first,” Corey said reminding Karen that there was food to be warmed up.
“Oh, I swear sometimes,” Karen said as we heard her punch buttons
on the microwave.
As much as Karen tried to complain about being in the kitchen, they both knew she loved it. Karen enjoyed cooking and was gifted at it, they knew they could sneak in and make a bowl of cereal, but cooking was what she enjoyed. Barry thought of setting her up a little restaurant somewhere, when all this was over, nothing too big, just a nice little place with great food. He started to think about getting to that point, and then he decided to sit back and enjoy the moment. He watched Karen and Corey talk about how they would take Aunt Ledley to this shop and that shop and eat at the finest restaurants. Karen seemed excited to have a girl’s day out with Aunt Ledley, and he even found out that she had been talking to Aunt Ledley. He guessed with everything on his mind it slipped past him that Corey had introduced them on the phone and they were becoming fast friends.
Chapter 8
The Turkey is in the Oven
As much fun as they were having, the evening wasn’t turning out to be so pleasant for a certain individual. Robert Calistra, the self-proclaimed bully, was finding out that once again he was nothing more than a tight pants wearing little bitch. Dale had been watching him and knew tonight he would be dropping his so-called girlfriend off, and then walk back to his car and drive away. What Robert didn’t know is that his girlfriend typically leaves with another guy about forty-five minutes after he drops her off and that tonight would be his last time dropping her or anybody else off, ever. Robert was the typical stupid “I think I’m cooler than everyone else,” kind of idiot, and Dale could see why Barry wanted him dead, he had to laugh as he imagined Robert talking crazy to a real killer and playing tough, then getting shut down when Barry let him know he would slap the shit out of him. Dale had no stomach for cowards, and this one he would get to deal with. Dale had this evening planned to the letter, he knew what route Robert would take and the electronic killer he planted on his car would kill the engine when he reached the designated area. Dale followed behind Robert, and he saw him make his customary left turn, and he hit the switch, Robert probably didn’t notice the tow truck coming down the street, or the white van that was behind him as he sat there trying to start his car.
“Hey, you okay?” Dale said as he walked up to Robert’s window.
“Yeah, I don’t know what happened, it just died.”
The tow truck pulled past them and stopped and backed up to Robert’s car. Robert was so stupid he thought all this was just his good luck to have a good Samaritan and tow truck right there for him. The tow truck dropped the boom and put it under his wheels, and started to lift his car.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“I’m just going to get your car out of the street,” the tow truck driver said.
“Oh yeah, but I ain’t paying for that, I didn’t ask you to do it,” Robert said, talking with a shitty tone and sticking his chest out.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s free,” the tow truck driver said.
“That’s right, it better be free, I don’t want to have to get upset,” Robert said, trying to look tough with pants on that were two sizes too small.
Dale had enough of Robert and slapped him which knocked him out. What a bitch Dale thought as the white van’s door opened and they loaded Mr. Tight Pants into it. Dale watched the tow truck pull his car down the street, and he watched the van Robert was in disappear while he sent the Senator a text message.
“The turkey is in the oven,” Dale wrote.
“Don’t bake it just yet, keep it on ice,” was the message Dale got back.
Dale was hoping to have some fun with this guy, but it looked as if the Senator was changing the plans. Dale knew plans could change, but the one thing he knew was he was getting closer to the Senator and earning the Senator’s trust, and that was what he wanted. He decided to go out to the farm where Robert was on his way to and make sure there were no mess-ups, he didn’t want this assignment becoming a bad mark on his relationship with the Senator. When Dale got to the farm, he saw the tow truck putting Robert’s car down next to a few other cars. The farm was an old industrial building with a lot of inside parking, which helped to bring people in and out without being seen, he wasn’t sure why they called it the farm, nor did he care. Robert was already inside a freezer unit that had been made into a cell, complete with a cot, toilet, and monitors. Dale looked in on Robert who was crying, Dale just shook his head and laughed.
“Maybe he plans to flood the cell with tears,” Phil said, looking at Dale look at the monitor.
Dale knew Phil, but not well, he comes out when the Senator needs extra manpower, and he was assigned to watch this piece of crap for as long as they had him.
“Maybe, keep him fed and breathing for the time being.”
“No problem.”
Dale just nodded his head and left, looking back at the monitor one last time to see Robert crying like a spoiled eight-year-old kid who got his laptop taken.
The next morning, Barry was awakened by Karen and Corey arguing in the kitchen. Barry got up and put my pajamas on, and Barry came out of the room to see what was going on. Barry could smell bacon as soon as he woke up, but it hit me when I opened the door, and French toast, definitely French toast.
“What is going on in here?” Barry said as he could see Corey holding his hand.
“Great job mister, you woke Barry up.”
“I just wanted a piece of bacon, you didn’t have to hit me like that,” Corey said, looking at his wounded hand.
“Oh please, you are not hurt, other than your feelings, now back away from the bacon or I’ll hit you again.”
Barry stood there, watching them go back and forth and watched Corey yell as Karen hit him with the spatula again when he tried to be slick and grab a piece of bacon.
“I won’t stand for this kind of treatment,” Corey said, still rubbing his hand.
“Then go sit down and wait,” Karen said as she flipped a piece of French toast.
“Oh, you got jokes? That ain’t funny,” Corey said because Barry started laughing.
“Let’s just sit down and wait, it won’t be much longer for breakfast now,” Barry said, still laughing at Corey rubbing his hand.
Corey and Barry sat down, and Corey kept looking over his shoulder like Karen was going to come out of the kitchen and hit him. He decided to turn the T.V. on so it would take their minds off the abuse Corey had just taken. The news was showing a breaking report of another possible C.C.K. killing in Arizona. He was just as shocked as Corey and Karen because there were Agents Harold and Marone on television. He knew Agent Marone wanted to take a bath and Agent Harold as well, but they must have gone to their hotel and turned right around and flew back to Arizona, that’s why the Senator was at the airport to meet him. He did notice they had on different suits and shirts. He almost felt bad for them, especially Agent Marone who wanted to look at the baseball cards he had taken, then he was shocked again when they announced that the Senator would be making a statement. He saw Karen standing by the kitchen looking at the television.
“Man, I thought that dude was pushing up daisies like Vinny, but I guess he is still alive and kicking,” Corey said, looking genuinely shocked.
“I know the Senator knows exactly who he is, I can feel it, but he is going to use him to help elevate himself. I know it,” Karen said, shaking her head a little.
“Yeah, you always wonder what he has up his sleeve next,” Barry said.
“Okay, let’s get some T.V. trays set up, it’s time to eat,” Karen said, as she finished putting food on the last plate.
He was glad the conversation switched to breakfast and eating because he didn’t want to hear about the C.C.K Killer; he was done with that part of his life. That is if the Senator kept his word and got him out of that tangled web. He still wondered how he would do it, but he was sure he could do it. Barry was going through some complex scenarios and was interrupted by a plate of French toast and bacon being put in front of him.
Chapter 9
Revelati
on
While Barry was letting the realization that being the C.C.K Killer was over, he had no idea that someone else was starting to have a revelation about him. Hutch was sleeping soundly and having a rare dream about being in a high-rise building surrounded by women who wanted to tear his clothes off when he was awakened by loud banging on his front door. He sat up and thought this always has to happen before he gets to the good part of the dream. He started wondering why it just had to be a dream. Why couldn’t it be reality and he made a mental note to buy a lottery ticket, but before his mind could wander anymore the loud banging started again. It was Sam, he knew it, or the old church ladies were pissed off either way, he had to get up and go to the door. He yelled out to hold on a second while he looked for his underwear and a tee-shirt. He stumbled down the hallway and looked out the peephole; it was Sam. He unlocked the door and stepped to the side to let Sam in.
“Hold on a second, let me find my jeans,” Hutch said as Sam came inside.
He noticed Sam had coffee and donuts; he wondered what was up. He hoped this wasn’t an emergency where they would have to rush off. It looked like Sam wanted to talk. Hutch went to his bedroom and found his jeans; he figured he would leave them off just in case it was the church ladies so that he could have an escape plan.
“Okay, what’s up Sam?”
“I think you better drink some coffee first, and wake up,” Sam said, handing him a cup of coffee.
He had never seen Sam like this before and was really starting to wonder what the Hell was going on. He wondered if Sam had gotten into it with someone at the department and was in trouble, or did she have a personal issue to talk to him about? He knew Sam was too young for menopause, so he figured he was in the clear on that subject, but then again, he knew personal issues could get ugly, so he decided to sit back and see where Sam was going.
“Our boy struck again; I know you were asleep, so you don’t know yet.”
“Oh, thank God, I thought it was menopause.”
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