Thursday, November 08, 2007




Installment 12


As he sat in the SICU waiting room at St. Barts, fluctuating between livid anger and cynical hope that his childhood goomba, Jack Creighton, would come out of this intact, Michael Calcatera was mulling over the events of the past few hours.

I’m sitting in the office discussing the situation in Pakistan with the team, wondering where the hell Seb is, and my cell trembles in my right hand pants’ pocket; “Mike, Jack. Been hit. Seb dead. Hurry”. Click. Buzzzzzz.

I’m like, WTF! Jack? Not my Jack. “Hold on a sec. guys, I’ve got to check something out on this call.” Hitting recall, he sees Jack’s home number comes up. He thinks to himself; “Damn it, I just talked to him last night. He’d just put that brat, Grace to bed, and said we could put our plan into action.”

Closing his cell, he looks at his team and says “folks, I’ve got an emergency that needs my attention right now. We’ll continue this discussion tomorrow. Tim, call the chief and tell him to call me in fifteen on my secure phone. Thanks.”

Tim says, “do you want one of us to go with you Mike?”

“No, I think for now its best if I check this out alone.”

“Is this a dangerous situation?”

“I don’t think so, at least not now.”

Taking the elevator to the company garage in the basement level, Mike checks his Glock and inserts a full clip. “Jack, Jack, Jack, what have you gotten us into now.” He thinks.

Mike goes to the office and signs out a black Honda, gets the keys from the attendant and walks over to bay 2 L and gets in the car.

He knows this city like the back of his hand. Fast, but not reckless, Mike Calcatera, weaves his way through traffic to his friend’s apartment.

His secure company phone vibrates and he answers by Bluetooth; “Godfather here.” “Godfather, Endpoint here, what’s the story?”
“Received message; councilor may be erased. Will check shortly and will call you with details.”
“Waiting.”

Mike ends the call and thinks now about the e-mail he’d received from Seb last night.

----Mikey,----
Jacky boy is doe-eye over his Gracie again, or, still, I guess is the better word. Apparently she’s left that overdressed camel driver in French tweeds. We’ll have to confirm, but if it’s true we can make Carrerbreu’s file active and move quickly to get him to the house in Croatia.
Talk more at conference tomorrow PM.
All for one and one for all,’
Seb

“That was Seb, neat and tidy. Move quick and efficiently, no frills, straight to business. He didn’t like Grace but he disliked her husband even more. He said that, that is why he recruited me to the agency 12 years ago. He said we’d keep me on the force as a cover, but he needed my head to understand how the criminal mind worked.” I was offended at first, but he said that he meant no offense, only that he admired my way of seeing the situation clearly and without too much emotion.”

He continued thinking;” I’ve got plenty of emotion now, but Seb’s right, I do see right to the heart of most situations. Ah, here we are, and look at that, a parking place: what do you mean officer? What fire hydrant? Here let me show you some ID. Heh heh, everybody has privileges according to their job.”

Climbing the fourteen steps to the door of Jack’s brownstone was like climbing Everest. He hurried as fast as his fifty pound overweight frame would allow him. Out of breath, he reached the door and using the spare key Jack had given to him years ago, he unlocked the door. Simultaneously opening the door, drawing the Glock from his belt holster and flicking off the safety, he stepped into the foyer. The archway to the living room was nine steps from the door, and on the left. Back to the wall, he peeked around the edge of the archway and scanned the room; Seb was lying on the cream colored couch, head askew against the light colored matching pillow, small dark spot, dead center of the forehead and a large blot of crimson/maroon staining the pillow. There, on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, lay Jack, unconscious but chest moving shallowly.

Listening for any sound he sidled into the room Glock ready. There didn’t appear to be anyone else present. Moving straight to Jack’s side Mike knelt down and put his fingers on the nearside of Jack’s neck over the carotid artery. He could feel a light thready and very rapid pulsation. Putting his cheek against Jack’s nose he could feel warm air touch his skin. He gently shook Jack by the shoulder and called his name. No response. Standing up and moving toward Seb, he took out his cell and dialed 911. He proceeded to follow the identical evaluation of his mentor but it was quickly evident that Seb had left the building.

The 911 operator answered and Mike directed her to send an ambulance to Jack’s address.

Taking out his secure cell he quick dialed the chief. At the same time he continued to search the apartment. In the bedroom he spotted a large red woman’s handbag. As he combed through the contents, the chief answered. After Identifing each the other by code, Mike said: Councilor erased. Important documents found to support our case. I’ll be in your office in one half hour.




7 Comments:

Blogger Churlita said...

Awesome. That's why I like your blog so much. I never know what you're going to post on it and it's never boring.

11:25 PM  
Anonymous tongue in cheek said...

Okay you know you cannot keep me hanging. Your style of writing, fast and neatly cut gives pace to the story.Perfectly!
Secretive, inviting, full of clues to gather...tomorrow please the next page?

2:47 AM  
Blogger Rob Kistner said...

Splendid rel -- love the pace, and the unfolding of more story fodder...

So who ya gonna call on to keep this party rollin'?

1:23 PM  
Blogger Remiman said...

Hi Rob,
Jill Terry has agreed to continue the flow!
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1:50 PM  
Blogger Puss-in-Boots said...

Oooh, I like that...what happens next? You just gotta continue...

6:39 AM  
Blogger Rowan said...

This sounds good, hopefully later today I'll have time to go over and read the whole thing.

3:31 AM  
Blogger Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Can I just tell you, that is some EXCELLENT writing, very excited to have gotten to read this, and you got it out so fast! I love it!

YAY!

Thank you!!!

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

3:36 PM  

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