The next morning we all agreed we’d had the best nights sleep we’d had in a long time. While Brenda made breakfast. Walt and I planned out the day. Walt had to hang around until the messenger came with the reports, But he had people he could call about Drossel, who he thought would know more about his operation. Once the report came probably mid morning, he was heading out to beat the streets about Wanda.
Brenda and I decided to stick together, as it was safer for both of us . We headed to the police station to see Robert and give him the numbers Wanda had called. and the address Walt had found for her.
The whole time we were driving I kept a sharp eye for tails. So far I hadn’t seen anything out of place. Arriving at the police station, without incident I parked to car so we leave quickly if needed.
Upstair in Robert's office. More coffee was drank, while he checked out the numbers. A few minutes later, the reports came back on the numbers.
“They’re New York Numbers, at least one of them is. The other number we couldn’t get a definate answer on. Apparently it's disconnected. and there's no record of who it belonged to when it was in service.” Robert reported when he came back to office. The New York number went to a place in New York City, a import/export company. We’re running it down right now. I have a call into NY city police and state Police. But no one has any idea what the other number is. As for the address Walt gave you. I had it checked out . I sent an officer over. I’m waiting to hear back. “ Robert reported. We all knew the untraceable number was.
I also told Robert about what Walt had found out about Steve, and his discharge from the army. Robert was not surprised, only that the FBI hadn’t found out about it. The various reasons why Steve was still a FBI agent , and not in jail were discussed. The discussion turned to my visit to Philip Drossel. We both knew what would probably happen next. Drossel was not going let my invasion of his business go unchallenged. Killing one of his soldiers right in front of him, will definitely make him stop thinking clearly. Robert guessed that by now there was a price on my head, every would-be hit man in the city will be looking for me. I agreed. Robert told me, that because Drossel had identified me , as the invader, and killer of his man, he had no choice but to issue a warrant for my arrest. He also mentioned he lost the paperwork for the next seventy two hours. Tapping the folder on his desk. He opened the bottom drawer of of his desk, tossed it in there, and locked it. I took the hint.I had three days to clear this mess up. Or I would be in more trouble than I could get out of.
We hit the streets. With list of known associates and Other information in hand. We started asking questions. We were in no mood to be polite. The first stop was Wanda’s old hang out, a run down bar in the center of town.
The bar was an old storefront that had been converted into a bar. The store had closed up during the war. Then sold. The new owners turned the streetfront into a bar. Even as a third rate bar, the place was a dive. A large portion of the plate glass windows were either broken and gone, and covered with plywood, or painted over. What little good glass that was left was on either side of the door. The neon sign hung over the door and several beer signs also hung in the few open spaces of glass.
I pulled up in the ford. stopping in front of the door. There were a small crowd gathered around the door. We didn’t immediately get out. Instead we rolled the window down, and sat and listened to what was going on for a minute. After a minute it became clear that crowd was mostly drunks waiting to get in, and get drunker. The doorman, if you could him that, was trying to get them to to leave. We got out of the Ford. pushing our way through the remains of the drunks trying to get in. Inside the bar was dark. Except for lights over and behind the bar. The bar ran along the side of the building. The door at the far end lead to the back rooms. The tables scattered around were a combination of square and round tables. The mugs and pitchers holding beer, were also mismatched. Very few things around the room seemed to go together. Walt and I kept their eyes open as the made our way up to the center of the bar. Both of us noticed the door in the far right corner, It was barely visible in the darkness. As they approached the bar, we positioned ourselves so we had sight of all of the doors. I spoke first when the bartender came up to us.
“We’re looking for Wanda’s Boyfriend, Louie, Seen him around lately.”
“Hell no, ain’t seen Wanda around for a couple of weeks. Louie usually comes in every night. He’s been looking for her too. He gets real mad, when people don’t have the answers he wants. “ The bartender volunteered.
“So do we. Where can we find Louie?”
“I don't know, He just shows up every night. “
“Yeah right. Here you ever seen theses guys?” I pulled out the pictures of the four men we’d shot. Laying them on the bar. Careful to show the mouge pictures.
“Their dead?” came the response.
“Yeah so, You ever seen them in here, before they got dead?” With that, I slightly moved my trenchcoat, allowing the butt of My Colt to show slightly. Not saying anything. Letting the promise of sudden and terrible violence work its magic. While I was imitating the bartender, Walt was watching the rest of the room.
Walt nudged me. He pointed towards the far back door. Indicating that he’d seen something of interest. Walt leaned over and whispered to me . I stood up gathered up the pictures. Carefully putting them in my trenchcoat pocket. I scanned the room. By now our eyes were used to the darkness. We slowly headed to the back door. Guns in hand,. It was locked. I didn’t hesitate; I raised the Colt 1911 and fired a round into the door just in front of the knob. Blowing a hole in the door, and sending parts of the lockset flying into the room. Before the echo of the gunshot could die. I kicked the door in. It swung in. pieces of door, and lock works scattered around the floor. In the floor was a hole where the bullet and buried itself. The room was a hall. barely lit with a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Before entering the short hall we waited on either side of the now open door, for a second. No one fired at them, so we carefully entered the short hall. At the far end were two doors. We heard noises, like someone going up stairs behind the left door. I tried the door. it swung open easily. Inside was another hall and a set of stairs leading from the far end up to the second floor. We hated stairs. But there was nothing we could do. We had to follow the noise and try to catch whoever had ducked out of the bar. Slowly and carefully we made their way up the stairs. At the top of the stair we were confronted with a short lobby type room with several doors. Agin the whole area was dimly lit, There was a small desk in one corner, and a phone on it. I examined the desk. Neither saying anything. I wrote down the number on the phone. adding it to the pictures in my pocket. We looked over the doors. All but one was a cheap door. One door stood out. It was a large panel door. While the other doors looked like they were just pushed into the frames, and would barely work. The panel door, was neatly hung, and locked with several locks. Opening in so the hinges aren't visible. It screamed” Open Me, “ Walt and I debated what to do. We didn’t want to use the gun to blow open the locks. Then Walt had a idea. He went to the door next to the big door. It was locked, but it was not secured to the frame well. With a couple of good kicks, he was able to punch a hole in the middle of the door. Once he had a hole in the door it didn’t take much to work it up to where he could reach in and unlock the door. Once unlocked the, the door swung in. The room was a small office, with desk, and a couple chairs, In the far right corner, There was another door. The door was another panel door. This time not as well secured. Taking my knife I was able to pry the door lock open. The door sung into their room. Inside the room, was a much nicer office. A big oak desk stood in the center facing the front door. along with several nice leather chairs, and a bank of filling cabinets along the back wall. Other than that the room was empty. It was obvious that whoever had slipped out the back door in the bar, had managed to get out of here before we caught them. So we made do with what we had. We quickly started going through the filing cabinets, Flipping through the files looking to see if we could find a connection to Wanda or Drossel, or Steve. Or even one of the men we had killed. All of the time we kept their ears open for and noise indicating someone was coming. We knew they were boxed in. Our experience in the war, had taught them, this was not the way to be. So as quickly as we could, we gathered some files, stuck them in our coats and made our way out the way we came in. At this point we didn’t care if we were careful, we just wanted information and to be out of there. Back in the lobby we found the door leading to back fire escape and out of the building. Obviously how our quarry had escaped.
Once down on the street, behind the old store, we took their time, deciding what the best course of action would be. Carefully making our way to the front of the building. We watched a few minutes. Just as we were about to head for my car another car pulled up barely missing us in the dark. It was Philp Drossel’s Cadillac. We watched from the shadows, as The driver got out and opened the back door of the car. Drossel got out. He was wearing a long tan overcoat, A brown fedora, and carrying a briefcase. The entourage went around to the front of the bar. Walking right in, he failed to notice my Ford sitting right in front of the bar on the street. We watched them go in. Then quickly hurried to my car. Jumping in, we got out of there fast.
Once several blocks away fromt the bar. We slowed down, We both knew Drossel would after us as soon as he found out we were there. I figured the bartender would sing like a bird, and tell him about their questions, and then about our going into the back rooms. Once they saw the offices upstairs and realized we’d had been in it, and taken files, Drossel would have his army out looking for us. By now it was getting late, and Brenda would be worrying about us . So we found a pay phone and called her at the bar. When we were done talking to Brenda, a call to Robert was in order. We agreed to meet Robert in a dinner in a half hour. Robert would bring Brenda, as she had been at the bar, and we didn't want her left alone if possible. Staying on the back streets, we were careful to avoid picking up a tail. We were late getting to the dinner. Robert and Brenda were already drinking coffee. Food was ordered, along with refills of coffee. We sat in a booth so we could see out the front windows,and the parking lot. Both Robert’s and my car had been backed into their spaces in case of a quick exit.
Inside the four of us sat and discussed the situation. We knew Philip Drossel was responsible for Wanda, and sending the hit team after us at the bar. I had noticed Philip’s hat when we went into the bar. Again the hat seemed to be playing tricks on my mind. Why I keyed in on the hats I didn't know .
After the meal, we went over the papers we’d found in his office. Robert told us they couldn’t use them in court, but he thought they may lead us to other things. Most of the papers were bills of lading, ie deliveries from the warehouse. and bills for the bar downstair of the office. which made sense. Papers from the bar would be up there, if he managed the bar from there. But why would papers from the import business be there? Did he conduct import and export business from the bar too? That brought up a number of possibilities. He must have a base of operations to run all of his operations from. Somehow the rundown bar didn’t seem to be a likely choice. All of theses and more questions were discussed over a lengthy meal, that included dessert, and more coffee. Robert said he could pull the liquor licence on the bar, and see exactly who owned it. We finally broke up the meeting. each taking turns heading to the restroom, while the other kept watch on the front of the diner. As we were heading out to their cars,Walt, Brenda and I to my Ford, and Robert to his car, All hell broke loose.
Three cars pulled into the parking lot, all from different directions. At least one had been actually in the lot, and in the dark. When the cars came in from the street, it came out of hiding. We were almost to our cars when they appeared. Just as quickly as they appeared, doors opened, and several men stepped out with guns and started firing. The parking lot lit up with the flash of flames belching from the barrels of the rifles. Almost as quickly as the cars and men appeared, We barely managed to duck behind several cars. Walt and I tried to return fire. But the hail of lead pounding the cars we were behind was too intense. It took a second or two, but Walt and I recognized the sound of one of the guns being fired at us. We knew it was a BAR, or Browning Automatic Rifle. One look at the holes made by the 30.06 rounds in the cars confirmed it. Suddenly it got quieter. He was reloading. Now was the time. Walt and I looked at each other from behind the respective cars we were hiding behind. Together we stood up and fired. In a matter of seconds we unleashed their own hail of gunfire. Our .45 caliber rounds finding their targets. The BAR man went down along with at least one other shooter. Just as quickly as it started. It was over. The sound of the gunfire hung in the air like the smoke from the guns. We all stood up as the cars backed out leaving the dead man to lay with his gun.
The rest of the night was spend with the police explaining what happened. Robert talked his Caption, and got him to let us go so we could get some rest.
We found themselves back in the dinner trying to figure out how they could have known where we were. We sat at the same table we had been in earlier. Robert noted he could see the pay phone from where he sat. Which got him to thinking. Yes, he had seen someone using it about an hour before we left. Plenty of time to set up an ambush. We agreed that what had probably happened. Someone was paid to let them know where we were. After more coffee we decided it was time to head home. Robert’s caption had given him the day off. So he came with us to Walt's place. We then spent the day resting and taking turns standing guard while the others sleep. About late afternoon Robert said he had to be going, and get ready go to work the next day. The remaining three of us spent the rest of the night going over everything we knew. One question the came immediately to mind was where did they get the BAR, It’s not a gun just anyone can get, and most civilians wouldn’t know what it was. While the gun troubled them, the bigger problem what was Philip Drossel’s connection to me. The sound of the familiar gun going off had intensified my nightmares. Again I found himself back in the war, This time waking up several time sweating and crying. All Brenda could do was hold me and try to comfort me when I woke up. When morning came I was a mess. I had hardly slept, and what sleep I did get wasn’t good sleep. I woke with a pounding headache, and upset stomach. Brenda and Walt spent the day helping me recover from my bad night. Eventually I slept again. This time it a much better. When I woke up, Walt told me that he’d talked to Bob, and he'd come up with something on the BAR.
“The amory outside of LA was robbed several weeks ago, Several BAR’s along with ammunition, and several other large capacity guns, along with the ammo to feed them, were taken.” Walt informed me over more coffee as my head begin to subside to tolerable levels.
“Great, Just what we need, A mob boss with military firepower. ” I replied.
After doing necessary things in the bathroom, I joined Walt and Brenda in the Kitchen.I kissed Brenda on the cheek as I sat down next to her.
“Thank you, Both.” I said quietly as I started drinking another cup of coffee. Brenda leaned over and kissed me. Walt acknowledged my thank you by saying it no problem. We spent the rest of the night resting and listening to the radio.
Brenda and I decided to stick together, as it was safer for both of us . We headed to the police station to see Robert and give him the numbers Wanda had called. and the address Walt had found for her.
The whole time we were driving I kept a sharp eye for tails. So far I hadn’t seen anything out of place. Arriving at the police station, without incident I parked to car so we leave quickly if needed.
Upstair in Robert's office. More coffee was drank, while he checked out the numbers. A few minutes later, the reports came back on the numbers.
“They’re New York Numbers, at least one of them is. The other number we couldn’t get a definate answer on. Apparently it's disconnected. and there's no record of who it belonged to when it was in service.” Robert reported when he came back to office. The New York number went to a place in New York City, a import/export company. We’re running it down right now. I have a call into NY city police and state Police. But no one has any idea what the other number is. As for the address Walt gave you. I had it checked out . I sent an officer over. I’m waiting to hear back. “ Robert reported. We all knew the untraceable number was.
I also told Robert about what Walt had found out about Steve, and his discharge from the army. Robert was not surprised, only that the FBI hadn’t found out about it. The various reasons why Steve was still a FBI agent , and not in jail were discussed. The discussion turned to my visit to Philip Drossel. We both knew what would probably happen next. Drossel was not going let my invasion of his business go unchallenged. Killing one of his soldiers right in front of him, will definitely make him stop thinking clearly. Robert guessed that by now there was a price on my head, every would-be hit man in the city will be looking for me. I agreed. Robert told me, that because Drossel had identified me , as the invader, and killer of his man, he had no choice but to issue a warrant for my arrest. He also mentioned he lost the paperwork for the next seventy two hours. Tapping the folder on his desk. He opened the bottom drawer of of his desk, tossed it in there, and locked it. I took the hint.I had three days to clear this mess up. Or I would be in more trouble than I could get out of.
We hit the streets. With list of known associates and Other information in hand. We started asking questions. We were in no mood to be polite. The first stop was Wanda’s old hang out, a run down bar in the center of town.
The bar was an old storefront that had been converted into a bar. The store had closed up during the war. Then sold. The new owners turned the streetfront into a bar. Even as a third rate bar, the place was a dive. A large portion of the plate glass windows were either broken and gone, and covered with plywood, or painted over. What little good glass that was left was on either side of the door. The neon sign hung over the door and several beer signs also hung in the few open spaces of glass.
I pulled up in the ford. stopping in front of the door. There were a small crowd gathered around the door. We didn’t immediately get out. Instead we rolled the window down, and sat and listened to what was going on for a minute. After a minute it became clear that crowd was mostly drunks waiting to get in, and get drunker. The doorman, if you could him that, was trying to get them to to leave. We got out of the Ford. pushing our way through the remains of the drunks trying to get in. Inside the bar was dark. Except for lights over and behind the bar. The bar ran along the side of the building. The door at the far end lead to the back rooms. The tables scattered around were a combination of square and round tables. The mugs and pitchers holding beer, were also mismatched. Very few things around the room seemed to go together. Walt and I kept their eyes open as the made our way up to the center of the bar. Both of us noticed the door in the far right corner, It was barely visible in the darkness. As they approached the bar, we positioned ourselves so we had sight of all of the doors. I spoke first when the bartender came up to us.
“We’re looking for Wanda’s Boyfriend, Louie, Seen him around lately.”
“Hell no, ain’t seen Wanda around for a couple of weeks. Louie usually comes in every night. He’s been looking for her too. He gets real mad, when people don’t have the answers he wants. “ The bartender volunteered.
“So do we. Where can we find Louie?”
“I don't know, He just shows up every night. “
“Yeah right. Here you ever seen theses guys?” I pulled out the pictures of the four men we’d shot. Laying them on the bar. Careful to show the mouge pictures.
“Their dead?” came the response.
“Yeah so, You ever seen them in here, before they got dead?” With that, I slightly moved my trenchcoat, allowing the butt of My Colt to show slightly. Not saying anything. Letting the promise of sudden and terrible violence work its magic. While I was imitating the bartender, Walt was watching the rest of the room.
Walt nudged me. He pointed towards the far back door. Indicating that he’d seen something of interest. Walt leaned over and whispered to me . I stood up gathered up the pictures. Carefully putting them in my trenchcoat pocket. I scanned the room. By now our eyes were used to the darkness. We slowly headed to the back door. Guns in hand,. It was locked. I didn’t hesitate; I raised the Colt 1911 and fired a round into the door just in front of the knob. Blowing a hole in the door, and sending parts of the lockset flying into the room. Before the echo of the gunshot could die. I kicked the door in. It swung in. pieces of door, and lock works scattered around the floor. In the floor was a hole where the bullet and buried itself. The room was a hall. barely lit with a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Before entering the short hall we waited on either side of the now open door, for a second. No one fired at them, so we carefully entered the short hall. At the far end were two doors. We heard noises, like someone going up stairs behind the left door. I tried the door. it swung open easily. Inside was another hall and a set of stairs leading from the far end up to the second floor. We hated stairs. But there was nothing we could do. We had to follow the noise and try to catch whoever had ducked out of the bar. Slowly and carefully we made their way up the stairs. At the top of the stair we were confronted with a short lobby type room with several doors. Agin the whole area was dimly lit, There was a small desk in one corner, and a phone on it. I examined the desk. Neither saying anything. I wrote down the number on the phone. adding it to the pictures in my pocket. We looked over the doors. All but one was a cheap door. One door stood out. It was a large panel door. While the other doors looked like they were just pushed into the frames, and would barely work. The panel door, was neatly hung, and locked with several locks. Opening in so the hinges aren't visible. It screamed” Open Me, “ Walt and I debated what to do. We didn’t want to use the gun to blow open the locks. Then Walt had a idea. He went to the door next to the big door. It was locked, but it was not secured to the frame well. With a couple of good kicks, he was able to punch a hole in the middle of the door. Once he had a hole in the door it didn’t take much to work it up to where he could reach in and unlock the door. Once unlocked the, the door swung in. The room was a small office, with desk, and a couple chairs, In the far right corner, There was another door. The door was another panel door. This time not as well secured. Taking my knife I was able to pry the door lock open. The door sung into their room. Inside the room, was a much nicer office. A big oak desk stood in the center facing the front door. along with several nice leather chairs, and a bank of filling cabinets along the back wall. Other than that the room was empty. It was obvious that whoever had slipped out the back door in the bar, had managed to get out of here before we caught them. So we made do with what we had. We quickly started going through the filing cabinets, Flipping through the files looking to see if we could find a connection to Wanda or Drossel, or Steve. Or even one of the men we had killed. All of the time we kept their ears open for and noise indicating someone was coming. We knew they were boxed in. Our experience in the war, had taught them, this was not the way to be. So as quickly as we could, we gathered some files, stuck them in our coats and made our way out the way we came in. At this point we didn’t care if we were careful, we just wanted information and to be out of there. Back in the lobby we found the door leading to back fire escape and out of the building. Obviously how our quarry had escaped.
Once down on the street, behind the old store, we took their time, deciding what the best course of action would be. Carefully making our way to the front of the building. We watched a few minutes. Just as we were about to head for my car another car pulled up barely missing us in the dark. It was Philp Drossel’s Cadillac. We watched from the shadows, as The driver got out and opened the back door of the car. Drossel got out. He was wearing a long tan overcoat, A brown fedora, and carrying a briefcase. The entourage went around to the front of the bar. Walking right in, he failed to notice my Ford sitting right in front of the bar on the street. We watched them go in. Then quickly hurried to my car. Jumping in, we got out of there fast.
Once several blocks away fromt the bar. We slowed down, We both knew Drossel would after us as soon as he found out we were there. I figured the bartender would sing like a bird, and tell him about their questions, and then about our going into the back rooms. Once they saw the offices upstairs and realized we’d had been in it, and taken files, Drossel would have his army out looking for us. By now it was getting late, and Brenda would be worrying about us . So we found a pay phone and called her at the bar. When we were done talking to Brenda, a call to Robert was in order. We agreed to meet Robert in a dinner in a half hour. Robert would bring Brenda, as she had been at the bar, and we didn't want her left alone if possible. Staying on the back streets, we were careful to avoid picking up a tail. We were late getting to the dinner. Robert and Brenda were already drinking coffee. Food was ordered, along with refills of coffee. We sat in a booth so we could see out the front windows,and the parking lot. Both Robert’s and my car had been backed into their spaces in case of a quick exit.
Inside the four of us sat and discussed the situation. We knew Philip Drossel was responsible for Wanda, and sending the hit team after us at the bar. I had noticed Philip’s hat when we went into the bar. Again the hat seemed to be playing tricks on my mind. Why I keyed in on the hats I didn't know .
After the meal, we went over the papers we’d found in his office. Robert told us they couldn’t use them in court, but he thought they may lead us to other things. Most of the papers were bills of lading, ie deliveries from the warehouse. and bills for the bar downstair of the office. which made sense. Papers from the bar would be up there, if he managed the bar from there. But why would papers from the import business be there? Did he conduct import and export business from the bar too? That brought up a number of possibilities. He must have a base of operations to run all of his operations from. Somehow the rundown bar didn’t seem to be a likely choice. All of theses and more questions were discussed over a lengthy meal, that included dessert, and more coffee. Robert said he could pull the liquor licence on the bar, and see exactly who owned it. We finally broke up the meeting. each taking turns heading to the restroom, while the other kept watch on the front of the diner. As we were heading out to their cars,Walt, Brenda and I to my Ford, and Robert to his car, All hell broke loose.
Three cars pulled into the parking lot, all from different directions. At least one had been actually in the lot, and in the dark. When the cars came in from the street, it came out of hiding. We were almost to our cars when they appeared. Just as quickly as they appeared, doors opened, and several men stepped out with guns and started firing. The parking lot lit up with the flash of flames belching from the barrels of the rifles. Almost as quickly as the cars and men appeared, We barely managed to duck behind several cars. Walt and I tried to return fire. But the hail of lead pounding the cars we were behind was too intense. It took a second or two, but Walt and I recognized the sound of one of the guns being fired at us. We knew it was a BAR, or Browning Automatic Rifle. One look at the holes made by the 30.06 rounds in the cars confirmed it. Suddenly it got quieter. He was reloading. Now was the time. Walt and I looked at each other from behind the respective cars we were hiding behind. Together we stood up and fired. In a matter of seconds we unleashed their own hail of gunfire. Our .45 caliber rounds finding their targets. The BAR man went down along with at least one other shooter. Just as quickly as it started. It was over. The sound of the gunfire hung in the air like the smoke from the guns. We all stood up as the cars backed out leaving the dead man to lay with his gun.
The rest of the night was spend with the police explaining what happened. Robert talked his Caption, and got him to let us go so we could get some rest.
We found themselves back in the dinner trying to figure out how they could have known where we were. We sat at the same table we had been in earlier. Robert noted he could see the pay phone from where he sat. Which got him to thinking. Yes, he had seen someone using it about an hour before we left. Plenty of time to set up an ambush. We agreed that what had probably happened. Someone was paid to let them know where we were. After more coffee we decided it was time to head home. Robert’s caption had given him the day off. So he came with us to Walt's place. We then spent the day resting and taking turns standing guard while the others sleep. About late afternoon Robert said he had to be going, and get ready go to work the next day. The remaining three of us spent the rest of the night going over everything we knew. One question the came immediately to mind was where did they get the BAR, It’s not a gun just anyone can get, and most civilians wouldn’t know what it was. While the gun troubled them, the bigger problem what was Philip Drossel’s connection to me. The sound of the familiar gun going off had intensified my nightmares. Again I found himself back in the war, This time waking up several time sweating and crying. All Brenda could do was hold me and try to comfort me when I woke up. When morning came I was a mess. I had hardly slept, and what sleep I did get wasn’t good sleep. I woke with a pounding headache, and upset stomach. Brenda and Walt spent the day helping me recover from my bad night. Eventually I slept again. This time it a much better. When I woke up, Walt told me that he’d talked to Bob, and he'd come up with something on the BAR.
“The amory outside of LA was robbed several weeks ago, Several BAR’s along with ammunition, and several other large capacity guns, along with the ammo to feed them, were taken.” Walt informed me over more coffee as my head begin to subside to tolerable levels.
“Great, Just what we need, A mob boss with military firepower. ” I replied.
After doing necessary things in the bathroom, I joined Walt and Brenda in the Kitchen.I kissed Brenda on the cheek as I sat down next to her.
“Thank you, Both.” I said quietly as I started drinking another cup of coffee. Brenda leaned over and kissed me. Walt acknowledged my thank you by saying it no problem. We spent the rest of the night resting and listening to the radio.