All Chapters of The Diplomatic Transporter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 Two and a half weeks had elapsed since that Sunday morning when Marsha demanded that he did nothing about the business expansion, but Dominique would not allow his wife to dictate anything to him. Why did he need her approval for in the first place? The intercom rang in his office and disturbed his thought process. “Yes Maxine,” he answered. 

 Dominique could not help but laugh at the innocence and her excitement that she brought to the office.   He kept watching the clock as the hours passed by, he had spent almost 3 hours between the banks and acquiring the treat for his office manager. 

 Dominique hated cleaning up the garbage after the dogs invaded the garbage bin at the gate, but there was no way he could leave the garbage strewn across the gate for the entire weekend.  “Blasted dogs from up the road always kept finding a way to tear up the garbage and giving me work to clean up and worse of all I have to be doing it by hand. I need to get the garbage container repaired. I am sick and tired of having to come out here to clean up what other people cause by having their dogs loose,&rdq

 Marsha Martin rolled over in the bed and felt for her husband and could not find him. The pillow was cold and so was the sheet. “Again!.” She muttered and hissed her teeth and reached for the cellphone on the bedside table to check the time. The light from the phone caused her eyelids to squint. “What! It is 3:30am and no Dominique.” She said and sighed heavily  “This madness has to stop. Is this blasted business more important than me now?” She asked. 

 Larissa sat on the bar stool outside the bar and had on my favourite black tights with the spandex just above the knees.  I could see her smile from a distance as she chatted with a few of her customers. Dusk was approaching and I hated being cooped up in the Compound after hearing the news about Shorty and Stereo in the same day. I needed a drink as a parked the car at the back of the Police station and walked through the front gate.  Traffic had been busy along the road both ways, and every now and again I would hear my name being shouted from both sides of the traffic.