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The hunt.

~ delmundo

i drove to franks's place. frank had his house built deep in the woods and closer to the rivers. he loved nature and had a great dislike for people. i had built it for him on his birthday although i could not remember the date.

he had grudgingly accepted and promised to pay me back in time but i doubted that he could give me anything that i already did not have. there was a pathway big enough for one car and it led straight up the house, i could also smell the waters.

i pulled to a stop beside his armored hummer truck. i saw him sitting on the porch with a can of beer in his large right hand. he was still in his black suit but without a tie. i guessed that like me, slumber eluded him. it was hard to sleep for men like us.

i got out of my car and walked toward his house. he got up and walked towards me with a slightly puzzled expression.

"boss? i thought we were using the explosives tomorrow," he said.

"i am not here for any of that, how would you li