Okay I'm not going to dabble. We still have several chapters to go, so I'm
going to post quicker than usual. In this chap Trent and Carlos get into
trouble. This may seem like a never ending story, but I wanted to get both
of these lines in. On to the story.
Unlucky Hand chapter thirteen: Trying Times
The wedding was just two weeks away. Trent and Carlos had been on a case for three weeks undercover as drivers for a shipping company. The case caused them to be out of Dallas most of the time the wedding was being planned. Any chance they got, Trent would call from a payphone and talk to Kim. Being apart like this hurt more now that they were together.
Most calls Kim would inform them of how the plans were coming. She was to be the maid of honor, he was the best man, and so on until Trent could tell her how it went.
The shot wound had healed up nicely, and she was back in full swing. The time that Trent had been gone, Erika, Sydney, Alex and herself would spend their free time hanging out like most women do; at the mall. Gage of course hung out with Walker and Trivette, who occasionally took care of Angela when the girls were out.
Kim had last received a call from him two days ago. He had said that things were getting a little rough. They had met up with one of their contacts who wasn't so in tack. The head of the thugs who were stealing from then shipping company, had found out that their contact had been spying on him, and had him taken out. Kim was starting to worry.
"Maybe they just haven't been able to reach a payphone." Sydney said trying to comfort her friend. "You know they shouldn't use their cell phones."
"I know." Kim raised her head. "Trent gave me his before he left. Maybe you're right. Maybe they can't get to a phone."
"I know that if Gage was out there, especially this close to the wedding, I would be a nervous wreak." She tied the bag of weeds up before throwing them in the trash can. They had promised to help Alex pull the weeds around the ranch when it got warmer. "I'm amazed at how well you're taking this, Kim." she praised.
"You should see me at night." Kim laughed. "I'm all curled up on the couch or in bed praying that the next phone call is Trent saying he's coming home."
"Yeah, I bet you do." The women spent the rest of the day working side by side.
"Oh, I wish we could stop." the dark haired PI complained rubbing his legs. "My legs are getting so stiff."
"You know they're counting every second." the blonde reminded his partner. "You know I want to stop just as bad as you do. I haven't talked to Kim forever." "Trent, it's only been 48 hours." Carlos laughed.
"That's way too long for me." Trent's face suddenly froze. "Look." He pointed ahead of them. "I guess this must be the place. Looks like we made it on time." Trent pulled the rig into the fenced area and parked it. "Guess you get to stretch your legs now."
Both men climbed out and followed men in dark suits carrying guns into the warehouse. Immediately, they met a man with a man they had come to know as Chang.
"Good morning, boys." the crude man of Asin decent greeted. "You made it right on time." There was a moment of silence. "Actually you're about 30 seconds early. I hope you didn't speed."
"No. We just kept moving in the direction we were told to." Trent informed.'
"Well, now it's time for you two to meet the boss." Chang led them through to the back of the warehouse. They passed work areas where Trent and Carlos caught a quick glance at workers cutting away at the stolen merchandise. They walked into a little room and were seated in front of a large desk. A minute later, a tale, black man walked in and sat in the big chair behind the desk. "I've heard a lot about you two boys. All good of course. I started looking into you. I liked what I found. That's why I've been working with you." The boss laid out a folder on his desk. "But something caught my eye." He looked over Trent and Carlos's faces. "About a week ago, a man I keep in touch with at Huntsville said that he had never heard of you. With the reputations you both have, I figured you were quite well known."
"Well, we were in section C. John was in solitary confinement most of the time." Carlos tried to cover.
"Yeah. I'm not real good with people." Trent added in. "I don't like when they get in my face."
"It must be hard for you to take orders." The boss stood up and walked over to Trent's chair. He sat on the corner of the desk. "You must be the head of the PI team. Aren't you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me. Two weeks ago you purchased a book under the name Trent Malloy. One of my men happen to see you come out and go back to you office."
"Now you're confusing me. Who's 'Trent Malloy'?" Trent tried hard to cover, but both of the PI's knew they were in hot water.
"Don't play stupid with me. I know who you are." The boss took Carlos by the arm and put a gun to his head. "If you don't tell me the truth right now, I'll shoot your friend."
Trent didn't know what to do. He didn't want to blow their covers, but he didn't want to get Carlos killed. "Okay. Okay, I'll talk. Just leave him alone."
"Good. Boys, take Mr. Malloy's friend here. Take care of him." Two men in dark suits grabbed Carlos and drug him out.
"Mr. Malloy, if that's your real name, we need to have a talk." The dark skinned man had Trent knocked out and tied up.
End chapter 13 14 coming. Guys to make this go faster I'm posting chapters 13 & 14 together.
Unlucky Hand chapter thirteen: Trying Times
The wedding was just two weeks away. Trent and Carlos had been on a case for three weeks undercover as drivers for a shipping company. The case caused them to be out of Dallas most of the time the wedding was being planned. Any chance they got, Trent would call from a payphone and talk to Kim. Being apart like this hurt more now that they were together.
Most calls Kim would inform them of how the plans were coming. She was to be the maid of honor, he was the best man, and so on until Trent could tell her how it went.
The shot wound had healed up nicely, and she was back in full swing. The time that Trent had been gone, Erika, Sydney, Alex and herself would spend their free time hanging out like most women do; at the mall. Gage of course hung out with Walker and Trivette, who occasionally took care of Angela when the girls were out.
Kim had last received a call from him two days ago. He had said that things were getting a little rough. They had met up with one of their contacts who wasn't so in tack. The head of the thugs who were stealing from then shipping company, had found out that their contact had been spying on him, and had him taken out. Kim was starting to worry.
"Maybe they just haven't been able to reach a payphone." Sydney said trying to comfort her friend. "You know they shouldn't use their cell phones."
"I know." Kim raised her head. "Trent gave me his before he left. Maybe you're right. Maybe they can't get to a phone."
"I know that if Gage was out there, especially this close to the wedding, I would be a nervous wreak." She tied the bag of weeds up before throwing them in the trash can. They had promised to help Alex pull the weeds around the ranch when it got warmer. "I'm amazed at how well you're taking this, Kim." she praised.
"You should see me at night." Kim laughed. "I'm all curled up on the couch or in bed praying that the next phone call is Trent saying he's coming home."
"Yeah, I bet you do." The women spent the rest of the day working side by side.
"Oh, I wish we could stop." the dark haired PI complained rubbing his legs. "My legs are getting so stiff."
"You know they're counting every second." the blonde reminded his partner. "You know I want to stop just as bad as you do. I haven't talked to Kim forever." "Trent, it's only been 48 hours." Carlos laughed.
"That's way too long for me." Trent's face suddenly froze. "Look." He pointed ahead of them. "I guess this must be the place. Looks like we made it on time." Trent pulled the rig into the fenced area and parked it. "Guess you get to stretch your legs now."
Both men climbed out and followed men in dark suits carrying guns into the warehouse. Immediately, they met a man with a man they had come to know as Chang.
"Good morning, boys." the crude man of Asin decent greeted. "You made it right on time." There was a moment of silence. "Actually you're about 30 seconds early. I hope you didn't speed."
"No. We just kept moving in the direction we were told to." Trent informed.'
"Well, now it's time for you two to meet the boss." Chang led them through to the back of the warehouse. They passed work areas where Trent and Carlos caught a quick glance at workers cutting away at the stolen merchandise. They walked into a little room and were seated in front of a large desk. A minute later, a tale, black man walked in and sat in the big chair behind the desk. "I've heard a lot about you two boys. All good of course. I started looking into you. I liked what I found. That's why I've been working with you." The boss laid out a folder on his desk. "But something caught my eye." He looked over Trent and Carlos's faces. "About a week ago, a man I keep in touch with at Huntsville said that he had never heard of you. With the reputations you both have, I figured you were quite well known."
"Well, we were in section C. John was in solitary confinement most of the time." Carlos tried to cover.
"Yeah. I'm not real good with people." Trent added in. "I don't like when they get in my face."
"It must be hard for you to take orders." The boss stood up and walked over to Trent's chair. He sat on the corner of the desk. "You must be the head of the PI team. Aren't you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me. Two weeks ago you purchased a book under the name Trent Malloy. One of my men happen to see you come out and go back to you office."
"Now you're confusing me. Who's 'Trent Malloy'?" Trent tried hard to cover, but both of the PI's knew they were in hot water.
"Don't play stupid with me. I know who you are." The boss took Carlos by the arm and put a gun to his head. "If you don't tell me the truth right now, I'll shoot your friend."
Trent didn't know what to do. He didn't want to blow their covers, but he didn't want to get Carlos killed. "Okay. Okay, I'll talk. Just leave him alone."
"Good. Boys, take Mr. Malloy's friend here. Take care of him." Two men in dark suits grabbed Carlos and drug him out.
"Mr. Malloy, if that's your real name, we need to have a talk." The dark skinned man had Trent knocked out and tied up.
End chapter 13 14 coming. Guys to make this go faster I'm posting chapters 13 & 14 together.