3 DAYS BEFORE MY ARRIVAL IN NY.

I was sitting in my office at the inn, business was starting to run smooth. I had a band coming in a few days to play live for all the guests and a big shipment of alcohol, the night was sure to be a success.

Before coming to the inn I grabbed the paper...and im glad I did because if not I would have been fucked. After sitting in my office for awhile, getting things ready for the big night I finally grabbed the paper. Sitting there in shock I coulden't believe I didn't see the headline.

It read FORMER EMPLOYEE OF THE OLD COUNTRY INN FOUND ON THE HOOD OF HIS CAR AFTER HORRIFIC CRASH!.

I began to read more. "Bill Sanderson, was found half in half out of his car after a horrible crash. Police suspect foul play due to the discovery that his brakeline was cut, the police will be questioning Mr. Sanderson as soon as he makes a full recovery".

I throw the paper down and lean back in the chair, thinking to myself I haven't got much time. After thinking up an idea, I call the hospital and tell them I am Mr. Sanderson's father...I ask when he will be released..."2 days sir".

After that response I click the phone and prepare to end what I started.

2 DAYS LATER...

Sanderson's recovery was over...it was time for him to head home. Lucky for me being the owner, it was easy to find employee's addresses. Grabbing my pistol I head for my car...my next stop was Sanderson's house.

When I got close to the residence I left my car down the street. Going through the back yard I climb through his back window and wait for him to arrive. After a couple hours I realized he was probly at the police station already...hours pass and I was getting impatient. As I was about to leave I heard someone at the door so I hid.

Sanderson walked through the door and made his way towards the kitchen, he got a beer and sat down at the table...thats when I made my move. I came flying around the corner into the kitchen with my gun pointed at his chest. "What are you d". I cut him off and reply "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN...first of all, you live here alone?". "Yea" he replies.

"Ok next question", before I could ask him the question he told me everything I wanted to know..."Look Angelo don't be a fucking moron, you would have done the same thing...yea I wanted the inn but daddy hands you a piece of paper and just like that you're incharge...it's bullshit, I was going to fire everyone and burn that building to the ground".

I sat there for a second then replied "Really?".

"Yea and I already told the cops about you too!". As I sat there I coulden't help but smile and reply "well you really fucking underestimated me again". I stood up, found a piece of paper and something to write with and slammed it on the table in front of Sanderson, Then I turn the stove pilot on "what are you doing?" he replies.

"Your going to write everything I tell you on that paper or Im gonna stick your face on that stove until the skin on your face is gone, and dont even bother to test me because you will find out me and my father are very similar".

He begins to write everything, how he tried to stage his own death and tried to pin it on me to take over my establishment, what his intentions were, and just to add a little extra I had him put that he had a drinking problem. When everything was finished...BANG, a bullet to the side of his head. Before leaving I put the gun in his hand and pull out a bottle of scotch I had hiding in my coat pocket, empty almost all of it and leave it on the table...thats where his drinking problem came in.

And with that it was over and the thorn in my side was gone...I could go back to business. Of course the next day I had to go to NY, and that was going to be home. Before my flight I called steve and told him to watch over things...I boarded the plane and took off for NY.