''Alex fill us in''.
Alex pulled out his ipad and plopped it on the desk briefing everyone on the situation.
'' Sky has Mr and Mrs Smith captive. We have cloned her phone. It goes off 2 hours into the drive to wherever she has them captive. The location that it stpps is always the same. The bridge at the harbour. I am guessing they are at sea. She has taken John's wife as well. They are probably holding all three captive at the same location, but we are unsure''.
''John's in-laws are tyrants. His father -in-law needs a tight slap and a beating. He left John out on the freeway a week ago. Refuses to even give money for a ransom that does not exist''.
''INformation in detail on this ransom issue?'', Head mistress April asked.
''We have dealt with it. It was nothing, we found the goons and have them locked away for questioning. They refuse to budge, so we are still working on that matter''.
''But don't worry they will crack soon''
''The
John woke up the next morning thinking about last nights events replaying it in his head.****LAST NIGHTS EVENTS****I went to the orphanage?Mr Paul looked at John , a distant gaze in his deep sea green eyes as he picked at his pocket taking out a cigarette. John watched him light the cigarette with his shaky hands, drawing in a big pull before blowing out rings of smoke. It was a habit John knew he had for many years. It was roumored to have started after his wife died ten years ago.John did not know what to say or where to start, he opened his mouth to speak but could not find the words. Staring at the man in front of him he decided to let him speak first.''John'',his voice was hoarse but with an edge of warmth,''how have you been my boy?''.John smiled,''I have been well uncle Paul,how have you been?''.''I am well. Can't really complain. I am not getting any younger and the normal aches and pains have been as normal as a ever f
****Last nights events****''Mr Paul, please do not worry about all that, lets just cut this deal. It will be our secret. No one even needs to know I was here''.John said the words slowly letting it sink into the old mans head. He needed that information. He needed to know his past in order to find himself.He watched the old mans face it was unchanged. He could feel that there was something that was holding him back from accepting this deal, all he could do now was hope that this little old man will take the deal.After moments of silence Mr Paul spoke,'' I accept your deal''.Although he accepted the deal, John could still sense the reluctance in his voice. John pulled out his phone and messaged Alex. Arrangements for the transfer was made within minutes.The old mans phone rang and he answered immediately looking at the number on the screen. It was the state care facility.After a brief conversation his lips curled in a smile. His
'Alex fill us in''.Alex pulled out his ipad and plopped it on the desk briefing everyone on the situation.'' Sky has Mr and Mrs Smith captive. We have cloned her phone. It goes off 2 hours into the drive to wherever she has them captive. The location that it stpps is always the same. The bridge at the harbour. I am guessing they are at sea. She has taken John's wife as well. They are probably holding all three captive at the same location, but we are unsure''.''John's in-laws are tyrants. His father -in-law needs a tight slap and a beating. He left John out on the freeway a week ago. Refuses to even give money for a ransom that does not exist''.''INformation in detail on this ransom issue?'', Head mistress April asked.''We have dealt with it. It was nothing, we found the goons and have them locked away for questioning. They refuse to budge, so we are still working on that matter''.''But don't worry they will crack soon''''The p
Peter woke up early. He took a few days off from work to sort out his life. He needed rest , as the doctor said. He was taking the Alzam's but he felt it was not working. It just made him sleepy and sometimes high. He decided to take a drive to the beach. A day out would do him some good. He walked out into the garden watching Martha pluck apples.He walked over,''Martha, would you like to go to the beach? with me?''Martha's face had a surprised look on it. She nodded in response.Taking the apples, she walked inside to the kitchen, ''I will make some snacks for the trip''.''No need, We will go for breakfast before we head to the beach, get dressed, I will be in the car '', Peter said in a cheerful tone.Martha stared at his slim back in amazement. She did not know why he had changed or if he had changed but this side of Peter was really a good change of pace. Was he regretful for all eighteen years of his life yet? Or was he feeling
''Ah, You must be Peter. Annie told me about you!!!''.Peter stood frozen in place. He did not remember telling Matilda the about Annie or even mentioning her name.The sun was setting in the far west creating an auburn glow in the sky. The shadows of the trees swayed in the wind sending shivers up his spine.''Come in'', Matilda invited him.She was a petite old lady, in her late fifties. He wavy red hair tied back in a bandana and her long dress swept the floor. She looked like an encyclopedia of the afterworld, wise and experienced.Peter reluctantly stepped in through the narrow doorway. The room was lit by many candles creating an illuminous glow. A place where the dead would take joy. It was cramped and Peter squashed himself to the chair infront of her table which she motioned him to.It was a small round table with a black cotton table cloth.In the centre was a large crystal ball. It was the size of an adult sized bowling
John sat on the bed alone. He couldn't quite belive the events of last night.He had bribed the janitor, who was not even the janitor. And the nanny was supposedly his personal nanny. His best friend turned out to be his personal assistant.The orphanage head mistress was involved in everything. Mrs Jenkins was not only his mothers high school best friend but was also his godmother. And they all protected him in their own way in silence for so long. He did not know if he was lucky or unfortunate.He looked around and the room was completely empty. Alex bed was already made, and a fresh jeans and golfer layed on the bed for him. John took a shower and got dressed. He still was in disbelief and walked like a zombie down the stairs into the dining room.''John, we have been waiting for you'', Mrs Jenkins said as she laid the table. Mr Jenkins sat at the table reading the morning daily news paper and Alex sat looking at his tablet.John sat at the table, everyon
''Andrew''John looked at the phone in his hand. Before he could swipe the screen to answer it, the call was answered. He lifted the phone to his ear. Sky's voice came booming through the ear peice. A look of realisation washed over John's face. It was the clone phone. Obviously Andrew would not be calling him. He listened intently to the conversation between the two, totally grossed out.It was of a sexual nature mixed with a signing deal for Michael.After the call disconnected , John put the phone into his pocket. He shook his head at the conversation he just heard. It was clear that Sky had her head in the clouds.And Andrew still had no shame.John was about to leave when the door opened and Alex stepped out onto the deck. They both sat next to each other absorbing the morning sun.''Do you think he has changed?'', John asked as he stared out at the building across. There was a cat in the window.''Could be! I don't know ! You have met him, do y
Peter left a puzzled John and walked to his car. He didn't care if John thought he was the real deal or not. He was willing to make amends. He needed to get his daughter back. He wasted eighteen years blaming her for something no one had control over. It was never her fault. He now knew this and he regretted not being there for her when she needed him. He regretted not giving her the love she deserved. He hoped it was nt too late. But now he had Martha. She never left his side, no matter what. She stood by him, stood with him but never against him. He needed to make amends with her before he took a trip down memory lane.He stopped in front of the flower stand.''May I have eighteen red roses?'',He asked the little old lady selling flowers.She handed him eighteen crisp blood red roses in a paper. Peter looked at the wrapping,taking out a silk white hankerchief he wrapped the boquet and discarded the paper. He smiled at the beautiful boquet. A simple