Welcome back to another chapter of Don't Cry for Me, I'm Already Dead! Let's start going!
After keeping it off, Feliciano turned his cell phone back on. 32 unread messages and 15 missed phone calls, all from Antonio. They weren't an idem anymore, so why would he waste his time trying to contact him? The ringing of a phone call went off. It was from someone he knew whose name was Alfred F. Jones.
"Yes Alfred?" Feliciano asked into the phone.
"We have a problem. A member has left the group and won't take my calls. I think he's trying to take business into his own hands." Why would someone do this?
"I already told you Alfred, I don't want anything to do with your group anymore." His tone became very serious.
"I know, I know. I called you because he has information on all 10 members, including you and me. All that's left for him to do is turning in those files to the police and were done for." It was true. The police had been looking for their group for a while now. The fact that they committed crimes for a living everyday didn't help either.
"Well, what options do we have?" The other line was silent.
"Listen Feliciano, meet me at the base. I'll tell you there." But why would he need to tell him in person?
Feliciano finally arrived at the small log cabin in the woods. When he gave the knock, Alfred stood before him and he was motioned inside. The building was completely empty. Everything was the same as how he'd last seen it a month ago. As the two entered the back room, memories flooded his head. The first night of this cruel business.
"Word got out around here and no one will show up in person here. Been sending their jobs in email." That explained the disappearances in the cabin. The back room was a large part of the building. The vault kept files of every job, person, and record that ever had anything to do with the club. Alfred started to search the many cases. He finally placed on down on the small coffee table.
"I say we move and start our business fresh in America." Alfred took out a stack of money from the folder."We only have enough money for the two of us." Great, more choices for him to decide.
"No. I refuse to move to a new country." No one said a word.
"Why? Tell me why! Do you know what I lost getting this money? I'm trying to save your ass Feliciano! I gave up marriage for this money and what do you say? You rejected a new chance at life!" Why would Alfred get mad over something like this?
"Why me?" He whispered. "I never did anything to help you, not once." Was all he could ask. Both stood in silence.
"You're something different, that's why. You also made this business, so of course I would choose you. Besides," Alfred paused and looked Feliciano straight in the eye."I've never met such an evil person who would pay for something so terrible to happen to his own brother."
That's all for now! I know this one was short, but I'm trying!