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The Black Luck -2- Started by: -A- on Mar 16, '10 20:51

His coffee
is almost done, he takes the last sip as he places a hundred dollar bill at the
table before packing his stuff,

' I'll continue this story later...'
he said to himself making his way to the car.

Arriving at
his house, he takes his walking stick and makes his way to the gates,
' Open up! '
he yells waving at the gate guard, still half asleep he walks up to the
front door, takes out his keys and enters the house.
'VINI! What are you doing here?' he places his hat on the hat stand and
walks Vini to the living room.
'I am sorry -A- but this can't wait any longer, after the accident I found
out that she wasn't really dead! It wa...'

'WHAT! what do you mean she's not dead?'

'-A- wait, I never said she's not dead but what I was trying to say is that she
died after the accident!'

'What do you mean after?'

'After she was transported to the hospital, she was murdered at night, and the
one who killed her obviously bribed the cops to make it look as if she died in
the plane!'

'very well... Contact DavieG and let him know I will be passing by and thanks for
the help!'

'Will do, and no problem' said Vini adding a smile to his face.

Still lost
in his thoughts, he tries to make a sense of all this but still he can't figure
it out, thinking of all possible ways he could have helped her but nothing came
to mind. He packs his things and makes his way to the hospital.

The driver
parks at the front gates, -A- turns to the driver and tells him to wait for him
at the back before getting off and heading in. His face pale and his eyes doesn't
seem to open, he steps up to the receptionist and asks her about the doctor
that Vini has talked to him about, after getting the info he walks down the
hallway and up the staircase, followed by his two trusty bodyguards, he heads
for the doctor's office and merged right in...

'Are you Doctor "Jimbo"?' he
asked,

'
Yes, that would be me' said the doctor with a girlish voice,

the two bodyguards cracked in laughter, they couldn't hold it back much longer,
trying to shut them up, -A- cracks up and starts laughing...

"
MIGHT I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING HERE, YA"

"HAAAAHAHAHAH..." one of the bodyguards, made his way out but the second
stayed inside lying on the ground laughing and waving his hands around, as for -A-
he tried to calm himself down, then turns to the doctor while taking out his
gun.


'
Ok, here's the deal! You were paid to keep your mouth shut and I know you
know what I am talking about, now ether you give me a name or I'll put a whole
in that face of yours! Capish!
'OK!! OK !! OK!!'
'OK WHAT!'

'He didn't tell me his name, he came to me with a gun just like that and
threatened my fam if I said a word'

'fine then you are no good to me'

'NO WAIT!!' shouted the man covering his face...

'He gave me this number and told me to contact him if anyone ever says anything
to me about this matter an..'

'OK, now give the number so I wont put a whole in that mouth!'

He takes the number and heads back down to the receptionist, after
making the call, he gives her the taperecorder he used to tape his conversation
with the doc and tell her to give it to the cops once they arrive. He turns to
his bodyguards and signles then to head to Vini's with the news and gives them
a small note with the number on it, he then walks out and getts in his car.

halfway home he stops at his friend's cigar shop to get another pack then he
heads back.

'a good night sleep is all I need... 
I'll head to Davie's place first thing in the morning'

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Davie sits in his dim light living room on his favorite cumffy chair. While watching the 9 o'clock news, he puffs on a cigar and sips from a half empty bottle of whiskey he happens to be holding in his hand, he sets his cigar in the ashtray as he starts to dozze off, then suddenly the ring of his house phone wakes him up. Sturin and woken up, he hops from his chair kicken stuff out of his way then runs to the phone.
Yellow!?
Picking up the phone Davie hears a familiar voice on the other end.
What.. What happened? And who was paid? Who paid him?... Well we will get all this taken care of, I promise you they will regret what they've done. Well champ, when will -A- be contacting me? Ok thanks.
Davie slams down the phone shaking his head and kicken more stuff out of the way, he heads to the back bedroom and get his .45, tucking it away in his breast pocket,
Well, I guess I'll doze off till -A- gets here..
he makes his way back into the living room. Sliding the gun at his side, he lays down on the couch and doses off...

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