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“Hey Tyler, who did all the paperwork to get your planes clearance to fly into Mexico?” I asked. “You’re suddenly Mister Questions today,” replied Tyler “The boss, Valdero, arranges all that. I think he has some family members with connections and is able to push it through the right channels.” “Why you asking?” inquired Tyler. “Just in case someone stops me to ask questions about the plane and my cargo.” I replied. “Don’t worry about that” Tyler said with a half chuckle, “All that has been taken care of and no one should be stopping you.” That response did not make me feel any more at ease.
After that I did not ask anymore questions. Tyler told me the plane was ready and handed me the flight plan, after looking it over I got on board and took off to the intended destination. Throughout the flight I really had no feelings. Instead it was just a cold numbness; my thoughts were only about flying the plane. I arrived at my intended destination, dropped off the cargo without any fanfare and flew back to the hangar across the border just like yesterday.
Tyler handed me another check that was double the amount given yesterday. It seemed all too easy.
On the drive home with my wife and kid, my wife commented that I was awful quiet. I could barely muster a response to her comment. “Just tired . . .” was all that I could utter. “You did wake up early” she said “Why don’t you eat dinner and get to bed early so you are well rested for tomorrow.” I just nodded in agreement.
Later that evening after a quit dinner the phone rang. My wife answered the call. It was Tyler; he needed to speak to me. I was not in the mood to talk to him nor was I sure if I wanted to fly for him again. I answered the phone though . . .
“Richie said he was shorted cash!” exclaimed Tyler.
“What do you mean he was shorted cash and what does that have to do with me?” I replied.
“The fucking shipment you took yesterday was his cash, how did it get short?” said Tyler“Heck that I know, you said they were prototypes.” I said while trying to maintain my calm in front of my family.
“Well it wasn’t, and you probably knew that! That is why you skimmed cash from Richie. Richie does not like that shit, man. Just give back the fucking cash and maybe he will let this go.” Tyler said with a bit of a panic in his voice.
I walked outside with the phone in order to talk a little more freely.
“What the fuck are you talking about skimming cash? I did not know there was cash in there and did not skim anything!” I said angrily.
“Well someone sure as hell did and Richie is pissed off now. He is on his way up here now!” said Tyler “You need to come to the hangar now before Richie comes and explain you did not take the cash.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to explain that I did not take anything from him?!?” I said “I flew the shit to him after you loaded it up, so maybe you skimmed it!”
“I did not load it” said Tyler “Either Valdero or one of his nephews loaded it up. I just counted the boxes and made sure they were all there. You need to come down to the hangar now; otherwise Richie might come looking for you at your house.”
“You little shit; did you tell him where I live?” I yelled.
“He already knows where you live; just get the fuck over here now!” Tyler shouted as he hung up.
By this point my wife was curious as to why the conversation was heated and she made it a point to ask as I came back inside. “That jerk Tyler thinks I damaged the plane today.” I replied “He needs me to come in and help fix it since they have a delivery flight they need to make tomorrow with some critical parts.” “That sounded a little more heated though than it should have been over a damaged plane” she added. “It’s the only plane they have running now and they have signed contracts to deliver the stuff tomorrow so I need to go help him get it resolved.”, “I should be back in a couple of hours” I said as I headed out the door.
The only thing I could think about is that idiot Tyler getting me involved in this mess and how I would kick shit out of him once this was resolved. He screwed up by not packing the cash himself and somehow pinned it on me. To top that off he sucked me into this illegal bullshit. If I wasn’t so desperate for a job I might have thought it through a bit more clearly before agreeing for fly shit into Mexico.
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