Sorry it has taken me so long to update. I haven't had access to a computer.
To dad. I love you. Please...
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"...Do you have him?"
"...I know where he is."
"...I'll call in some favours. Be there in a hour."
" If you tell her..."
"...I'll keep my mouth shut."
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A plane. He needs a fucking plane. So I have to call her. Call the woman I
have spent the last five years avoiding. Call the woman who hates my guts.
Fuck.
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I don't like tea. It tast like shit and I always burn my mouth. But she needed
something to do or she'd go crazy. So I said yes and she put two tea bags on
the table and two mugs in the microwave.
Then the phone rang. And she froze, the mugs in her hands, a fearfull
expression on her face as she stared at me.
I looked at the caller id and hoped to God that it was Van who was calling.
Prayed that it was him. And scared to shit that it was the asshole who
wanted to let us know that he had caugth Van.
I answered the phone and tried to sound confident. Van answered and relief
washed over me. He was safe. So far.
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"You know how to find him?"
" I have my ways. Besides, I know some people."
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If he wants to get information from someone he gets it. One way or the
other.
I wonder what he had to do to find out where the asshole is.
Broken bones comes to mind. And feet with gunshot wounds.
I have seen him in action. Have seen him shoot a guy in the feet to get him
to talk. Have heard the screams. Seen the cold look on his face when he
asked if that was enough or if the guy wanted another hole somewhere.
I've seen what he is prepared to do to get Billie back in one piece. I can only
imagine what he has done to get information about her attacker.
I don't know what he has done this time.
I'm not going to ask him. He got the information and that's all I need to know.
All I want to know.
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And now he needs a plane. Fuck.
It has been five years since I saw her. Five years since I saved her life.
Five years since I shot her brother.
Trisha Rogers.
I had been with her for two years and I liked her. Loved her. We lived
togheter and we had talked about getting married. Having kids.
Then her brother came back and all hell broke lose.
He was a drug dealer with ties to the maffia. And I was the policeman who
tried to catch him.
He kidnapped her to get to me. And I had to shoot him to save her.
Now she hates me. But she ows me her life. And she has a plane.
Now I just have to call her.
Fuck.
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TBC...
I know that this is a short one, but I don't know how to continue. Ideas are
more than welcome. Please...