Myron left his friends side. A part of him knowing things would never
be the same between them. He walked down the long but plain corridor,
passing a man now in his seventies. He smiled at him, a horrified look
on the man's face. "Mr Lockwood. Thank you for having me. It's best I
leave now."
"Never come back."
Myron nodded, walking on it was not till he was at the top of the
stairs he heard the crash and decided it was best for him to never
return.
3 weeks earlier.
Myron sat in his office, now located in his house. His old associate
and friend Ezparenza Dias sat on the small with sofa holding her son,
hector in her arms. He complained about it but was soon quiet when
Myron`s nephew Mickey brought in some juice and a cookie. It pleased
Hector and so, the adults could talk business, Mickey had a few
suggestions but nothing major. He was Myron thought trying to avoid
the inevitable task of homework. They patiently tolerated his presence
but took no note of his suggestions.
They'd reached the important part when the meeting was cut short by a
knock on the door followed by a request for Myron to get his ass into
a car. He did, cancelling the meeting till a later date. He sat in the
back of a nice car, modest but nice and was driven without complaint.
A half hour later he arrived at the house of his old, now murdered
enemy, Herman Ache. He knew the house, and it's current residents
well. They offered him a drink, sat him down and spoke with him, it
was over an hour later he had found out the point of his visit.