Week without a wife-Day 8 Is this the end or…?

Here we are at the end of this grand experiment,folks. I was hoping for more reaction from folks, or at least my ego was. Not sure what I’m going to do with this story, except finish it. Will I show it to people? Stay tuned and find out.

Now, on with the show.

Grey sat down in his seat, a three million watt smile frozen on his face. His brain seemed to have placed it there against his will. He mechanically placed some sugar in his coffee as the police exited the room.

Dave leaned back and looked around.”Nice place you got here,bro. Any houses available in this hood?”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t go over this table at you.” Grey said through tightly gritted teeth.

“Is that any way to greet a long lost brother?” Dave said and grinned.

Grey took a sip of coffee, then threw it in Dave’s face.Dave calmly took out a hanky and wiped his face off. He  took out the last drop on his lip with his tongue, and looked quizzical.

“Good gods man, no wonder you’re acting out. There was enough coffee in that sugar to  wake a bull moose.” He finished wiping off his chest and arms.”Now that you’ve gotten that out of your system, can we go? You do have a wife and children missing after all.”

Dave’s calm unnerved Grey. Where was his younger brother, Mr. Flighty? Who was this man before him?

“Either you tell me everything, or I am not going anywhere.”

Dave laughed. ” You were going nowhere long before this day, Grey. Today is just the day all the nowhere caught up to you.”  He stood, straightening his pant creases and tie. Dave put his hand on the locked door, and within seconds it clicked open. He waved Grey toward the hallway.

“Are we going,or is your love of stench and bad coffee gotten the best of you?”

Grey stood and walked out the door, very nervous,. He had the distinct feeling he was committing a crime, but he wasn’t quite sure why. He shot a look at Dave, suddenly fearful.

“I can’t go, I have paperwork to sign,otherwise I’m going to jail.”

Dave waved his fingers in the air.”Poof! You’ve signed whatever you want them to sign. Now let’s go get some real coffee, and I have this urge for a Hot Pocket all of a sudden. Cop shops always do that to me.”

Dave strode down the hall, Grey close behind,like some bizarre city and country mouse combo.  No one stopped them or questioned why they were there. Grey kept silent until they were in the parking garage.

“So getting me out, with the paper work  and the door, that was all magic?”

“Magic? No. Just a well placed frequency scanner and emitter hidden in my briefcase. And as far as the paperwork goes, it’ll show up in their system as filed. It’ll be  such a violation of their security, they won’t ever try to come after us.”

Dave found his car, which had seen better days. It looked like rust and bondo were all that was holding it together. Granted, it was an AMC Pacer, the pride of Kenosha, Wisconsin,and older than dirt.

“I see you’re traveling at your usual high society level, Dave.” Grey was afraid to open the door , but was afraid it might come off in his hand.

“The rust and bondo is all camoflage. brother. If you look like poor white trash, people automatically dismiss and underestimate you.  It runs and the heat works, so what else do you need in a car up here?” Dave got in, turned the key, and the engine roared That was not a Pacer motor under the hood. Nor did they ever come with full video screens in the dash.

Grey opened the door and sat down. His nostrils were suddenly on fire with the aroma of some liquid air freshener,. Pimp oil, his dad had called it.

“Jesus, Dave! Did no one tell you the 70’s were over?”

“You really want to walk back to the house?”  A rhetorical question, as he and Grey sped off  down the street, Dave driving like he was in the Indy 500.

“So.. Dave. About all this insanity. I really need to know what’s going on here. And I’d really like to find  where my wife and kids are.”

” I think all your questions will be answered soon enough, at least on the whole kidnapped family thing. The people who did it are right behind us.” Grey turned to look behind , but had his vision blocked by the sudden explosion of the rear window into the car.



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