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Once I had gotten far enough away from the hangar I pulled over the side of the road and just sat there staring out at the desert. You could see the heat waves rising up above the sand and brush. It was calming in effect, one that allowed me to clear my mind of any thoughts and emotions. The calm lasted me only a few minutes though.
I pulled Richie’s phone from my pocket and dialed Valdero’s number.
“Hello” said a voice on the phone.
“Is this Valdero?” I asked.
“Who is this?” asked the voice.
“I am the new pilot for your shipping company here in Arizona.” I said “I am hoping to fly some more stuff for you.”
“Oh really?” the voice replied.
‘This is Richie’s cell phone number calling me, where is Richie?” he inquired.
“He is sunbathing in the desert.” I said.
“I see” replied the voice.
“Enough with the stupid games, this is Valdero. What the hell do you want?” he said.
“I know you double-crossed the cartel and swiped the money from the shipment.” I said. In fact I did not really know if Valdero took the money. This was my way of keeping the conversation going, what else was I going to ask him?
“You don’t know shit!” he said emphatically. “But I know a lot about you, your son ...”
Before he had a chance to finish off his sentence I interrupted “You and your stupid threats, you should come here and ask Richie about his threats.” I yelled.
“This is a waste of my time; everyone thinks you took the money. Who is going to believe some stupid ass like you?” he said as he hung up the phone.
The conversation did not get me anywhere. In fact it put me in a worse situation since now Valdero would be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. But I had to call in hopes something could be resolved, in the hopes I could walk away from this all and pretend like it never happened. But now I needed to find out where Valdero is to pay him that visit he was expecting. I just sat there for some time, contemplating what should I do next. I can’t just sit here doing nothing, but it seems that fate required that I sit there and think of a plan no matter how fruitless it may be.
The stress of the situation and of not having a course of action to pursue gnawed at me. I had no choice but to start my car and head back home.
It was early in the day but the events so far happened very quickly, combine that with my lack of sleep and it felt like I had been awake for weeks. Back at home I grabbed a quick bite to eat and then went to the basement office and surfed the internet to see what if anything I could find out about Valdero. I searched high and wide but could not narrow anything down concrete. “This is a waste of time!” I thought to myself.
I was frustrated to no end. Staring at a stupid computer trying to find out something about someone who is not a public figure is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I sat there staring at the ceiling for a while trying to clear my head so I could concentrate on a plan.
The silence in my head broke when I heard the back door of the house being opened. I knew I had left back door locked, the fact that it was being opened is not a good thing. I quickly crouched down into the closet with weapon drawn. From where I was hiding I had a clear view of the entryway to the office.
My heart raced as I waited in the closet. I could hear muffled creaks in the ceiling from someone walking upstairs. “How many are there, what kind of weapons do they have?” I kept thinking to myself. I was about to find out soon enough.
I heard the basement door at the top of the stairs squeak. “Here it comes” I thought to myself. I could see two figures in the distance, weapons drawn and searching. I knew they would eventually come to the room I was in. Every now and then on of them would make a fast movement of his head in one direction or another. As my hear raced I kept thinking that they were going to see me soon. “Do I shoot now or do I wait until they get closer?” I thought “Or by then would they be too close?” I was breathing heavily trying to keep a good visual on both of them.
Then I took a shot. I had my site lined up on the head of the person standing closest to the room I was in. He went down fast. The second person fired using controlled bursts in my direction. It was some sort of silenced automatic machine gun. The fact that his weapon was silenced would not do me any good as I am sure someone heard the sound of a .45 going off and the police would be soon here. If I did not end this fast, the hitman would before the cops could show up. Of course the cops would not benefit me much either if they were to stop the hitman.
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