Abigayle's word.

CHAPTER FIVE “What did you do, Javier?” she blurted in to the speaker the second the phone connected. Her heart was racing as she paced up and down, ignoring the old haggard woman coughing painfully beside her. “ Nothing, my love! I did nothing and I hope you’re on a bus on your way down here. ” He took a gulp from his scotch. “Morgan Pyle is dead! And no I’m not on a bus - in fact, I’m not coming at all. I didn’t sign up for murder, Javier! Now what the hell happened?” “ You signed up for everything the moment you met Brendan Pyle at that bar, and I have everything under control, so stop whining and get your ass down here immediately. ” He didn’t hide his disgust at her weakness,  “you know I hate waiting”. Larry frowned deeply as he watched the tape while Brendan nervously paced the room. “Do you have the slightest idea what this guy wants?” Larry got up and put on his jacket. “If I did would I be here?” he answered rudely. He hadn’t eaten or rested since he f...

     CHAPTER FOUR Brendan dug his hands in his pocket and stalked into the diner. His 6"2 frame stood out in the chattering diner, he looked scruffy and unkempt and his beards had started to grow. Larry sat at a the far end of the small diner , deep in thought with furrowed brows and his gaze fixed on the newspaper he was reading, with a slight frown, and an untouched cup of coffee on the table. He caught his brothers blond hair seated at the boot with a newspaper in his hand and an untouched cup of coffee in front of him.  Brendan sunk into the seat before him and sniffed severally.  His brother looked up at him. His expression blank and emotionless as always.  “Where have you been Brendan? The police have been looking all over for you. What happened?” “I got a motel. I didn’t know what to do” he said. “Your wife was  murdered in your home, the police are looking for you and you've been what? drinking?  Do you understand that y...

CHAPTER THREE 2:45pm, Thursday. “How is our subject?” a husky masculine voice said over the receiver.  “Stubborn”, she had the phone cradled between her jaw and her right shoulder “I’m getting tired but it’s actually sweet though…the way he loves the bitch! He’s a good guy” she took out a Nutella jar from the fridge and transferred the phone to the other ear. “Don’t get distracted, he has what we want” the voice said. She crossed over to the other room, drew the metal chair and sat down; scooping a generous amount of ice cream in her mouth she looked intently at the wall plastered with pictures in black and white of Morgan and Brendan and newspaper clipping. “Is he going to get hurt? Will he come out of this unscathed?” a minute trace of concern in her voice. The man at the other end of the line repeated . “He has access to something we want. He might be collateral damage, don’t get attached” He yelled anger welling up inside him. “Okay! I get it!” she sighed, he’s ...

CHAPTER    TWO A week before… “He doesn’t know anything, I would know if he did, he’s not capable of this He…he avoids   even the slightest confrontations” she spoke into the receiver, pacing up and down the bedroom. “yeah but I work with him   and how would you know? Besides who else would do this to me?” she rolled her eyes, making a mental list of all the possible culprits, “to me? ” she repeated shaking   her head in disbelief “-to us”   he corrected, realizing how insensitive it was since they were both being blackmailed. “he hasn’t changed, he still looks at me the same way he did the first time we met, lives his life routinely, I’m telling you I’d know, he wouldn’t go through so much trouble, he’d come out straight and ask me or just leave…” she said trailing off with a sigh. She looked out the window. “ well, I swear I’m gonna make his life hell,   and if he’s the one doing this, I’m calling the cops” he sounded so angry over the pho...