Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Magic Town, Chapter 22

Jeff, finds himself in Atlanta wanting to get out of the hotel on a Friday night. In the Atlanta Underground he meets up with Pick, a sly con man who takes Jeff around the Underground ending up at the notorious Magic Town strip club. There’s only one problem: Jeff is the spitting image of a corrupt congressman! Nancy, the beautiful FBI agent with the golden eyes takes Jeff on the ride of his life. With three climax scenes, this story will make you want to get to the next page!


Chapter 22 of Magic Town ...

Monday, 2:37 AM: Fallen

Jeff wakes up in the middle of the night with Shonna next to him. He sits in the darkness wondering at this woman, what would it be like to make love to her? She wakes up and says, “Why are you up, why aren’t you in bed with me?” then, “Uh, sorry, I didn’t really mean that,” Jeff thinking oh yes you did! Jeff goes to take a shower when suddenly he hears, “You were taking too long, so I figured I better get in here with you!” He turns to see Shonna naked in the shower with him! They instantly are in each others’ arms when suddenly Shonna turns to Jeff with a start, “Oh my god, Jeff, oh my god! We did it, oh, Jeff, I did it. Oh goddam you Nancy! Stupid Nancy!” then she jumps out of the shower!


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           Magic Town, Chapter 22

Monday, 2:37 AM: Fallen

     Jeff woke with a start.
     The room was completely dark except for the faint green glow from the clock. He lay trying to get his bearings, rolled swinging his feet onto the floor going into the bathroom, closed the door. He came out, bathroom light still on, door half-closed. He saw Shonna laying on the bed next to where he had been. The clock read two thirty-seven. Turning back to get a drink of water, he came out again, sitting in the large stuffed chair in the corner, soft light from the bathroom on Shonna. He sat watching her sleeping finding himself wondering about her.
     Again.
     What would it be like to touch her, to make love to her?
     He could only imagine what it must be like to have her in his life. She had a warmth that defied what she did for a living. How could a woman who was so attractive, smart, funny, so sexy end up toting a gun for a living? What was it that brought her to such a job when there were probably a thousand industries she could have gone into that would have at least given her a shot at picket fences? But we all make our own choices, right? Maybe she’s not the picket fences kind of woman. She complained that her working lifestyle made relationships difficult, yet she chose the job. So in a way was she choosing not to have a shot at a stable relationship, marriage even, by having this job?
     She moved slightly in her sleep, smacking her lips softly as he watched. He closed his eyes, his head swirling with their kisses, her touch, her affection. Inside him he worried that she may be falling in love. Not falling in love with him. That’s impossible, she doesn’t even know me. She’s falling in love with the idea of falling in love. She desperately wants a relationship in her life, along comes this dope who just happens to look like another man, all the sudden she’s supposed to fall in love with him?
     He leaned his head back closing his eyes with the thought of making love with Shonna.

     When he awoke the sun was just coming up best he could tell. He looked just as she rolled over, her looking toward the clock she saw it was seven twenty two, rolling back with a groan.
     “Good morning, sleepy,” he said.
     “Why are you up, why aren’t you in bed with me?” She rolled over leaning up against the headboard. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t really mean that.”
     Oh, yes, you did!
     She yawned, “But I did like the sound of that.”
     That’s more like it, he thought as he jumped up, “I need a shower, why don’t you go get us some coffee and pastries or something?”
     “Okay, okay, you get in the shower. I’ll be right back.”
     Jeff smiled back at her, heading into the bathroom. He figured there was no hurry so he really took his time letting the water flow over his hair, onto his face. Finally he soaped himself, rinsing off, picking up the shampoo starting to lather his hair.
     He heard the door open and close, “Shonna?” hearing her voice, couldn’t hear the words over the running water. Leaning into the shower water to rinse his hair he heard the shower door sliding open, feeling two hands on his shoulders. He tried to look back as soap started getting into his eyes; he finished rinsing his hair turning around to see Shonna standing naked in the shower with him.
     She was holding a bar of soap rubbing it between her hands making suds, “You were taking too long, so I figured I better get in here with you!” She rubbed her hands on Jeff’s chest like she was soaping him down. He reached his hands around her pulling her to him as their mouths met in a deep passionate kiss. He pulled back, “You said more tongue next time, remember?” She smiled pulling him to her as they kissed deeply, passionately. He could feel his hardness against her belly as she pulled him closer, her hands swirled around his body, down his back, clutching his ass. They continued kissing as he felt his head whirling, his chest filling with a glow not coming from the shower’s warm water.
     Pulling back he looked at her in front of him. She had medium, some men might say small breasts, his very favorite size. He leaned over sucking her right nipple into his mouth swirling it with his tongue sucking softly, her hands pulling his head to her breast. He moved his face to her left breast taking the nipple into his mouth, the shower echoed with the sucking sounds as water poured onto her chest, flowing down onto his face as she laughed at the sounds of his sucking reverberating in the shower.
     He stood up, she reached down cupping his hardness in her hand, they kissed all the more passionately, his hands reached down to her nether sweetness, parting lips carefully with fingers.
     “Oh, Jeff,” she said as his head felt swooning, her hands still holding him as his fingers reached up into her, “Oh, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. Oh, Jeff,” they kissed feverishly, mouths interlocked, tongues dancing together.
     “Oh, Jeff I lo––”
     Suddenly she pulled back, “Oh my god, Jeff, oh my god!”
     “What?” he asked confused as they both bolted up straight, hands to their sides.
     “We did it, oh, Jeff, I did it. Oh goddam you Nancy! Stupid Nancy!” She backed away, her hand reaching for the sliding door, “Oh, Jeff, I am sooooo sorry! What am I doing! I am so sorry!” In an instant she slid open the shower door, jumped from the shower, sliding the shower door closed behind her.
     He stood in utter dismay watching her shape through the marbled glass. Just a second ago he had this amazing woman touching every inch of his body, her body was a gift to him to suck and caress and touch as the water poured over them, precious seconds near utter ecstasy. He was given the chance to adore her sweet body as he had seen in his sleepy dreams just a few hours ago, laying in the chair watching her sleeping. They were so close to the ecstatic first moment, so close at hand. Why all the sudden did she jump out with such a start? What had he done? His head spun in confusion at what had just happened!
     Jeff reached down turning the water off, slid open the glass door to step out. He could see her in the room, a towel around her. He dried, barely, sweeping fingers through hair.
     Without thinking he nearly ran out of the bathroom naked tossing his towel on the bed. She was sitting in the big stuffed chair, a towel wrapped around her in the corner where he’d slept the night before. Accidentally. He had wanted to lay with her as she slept, why did he get up like he did? Was this because he had done that?
     Was this all his fault?
     He stepped into the room looking down at her, she turned away. “What happened in there?”
     She didn’t answer.
     He glanced around looking for something to cover up with but felt precious seconds slipping away, he knelt down in front of her. She wouldn’t turn to him. He reached his hands up turning her face, pulling at her chin so he could see into her eyes, could see her frightened expression,  tears flowing down her cheeks.
     Her face was between his hands as she looked straight into his eyes, tears streaming. “I’m so sorry for this,” he said softly. “I don’t know what we’re doing, all I know is that I am drawn to you with such…that I would…”
     He kissed her gently, “It’s okay. Really. We’re two people. You know, a man and a woman. Grown ups. These things happen.” He smiled at her, she gave just the tiniest shy smile in return, her golden eyes filled with soft tears. “I don’t know what’s going on here, and I am just as frightened as you are.” He thought about his family. “Even more frightened maybe.” She gave the slightest nod, sniffed as the tears slowed. “You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid that something is going to happen between us, then I’ll just get back on the plane and disappear.” He looked up into her eyes, felt a warmth wash over him that made him feel high.
     Dizzy with the glow from her teary eyes.
     Made his head spin.
     Made him feel terrified.
     “What happened Saturday,” he smiled, “you know, the slut. All I know is that I could never do such a thing with you.” She looked at him confused, “I mean, yes, of course.” He nodded, “Of course I could. I mean of course I could…” his voice trailed off as he gave her a timid smile. “But there is something very, very special going on here. When you left the shower I didn’t understand, but suddenly I do. It only took only one minute for me to understand.”
     He gave a small frown, “I think.”
     He sat down on the floor with his back to the chair looking away from her. “I don’t know what we’re doing here. I don’t. But I do. I do know what we’re doing here. All I know is that I am scared shitless that I could fall in love with you.” He turned to her as her expression changed to bewildered. “And I know that we can’t let that happen. We can’t.”
     He turned to her again kneeling, “But when I look into your wonderful eyes, when I see your beautiful face, when I see what an amazing woman you are, I realize that my mouth says I can’t,” he looked away, back again, “My heart says I must. My heart says I want to fall in love with you.” His voice became very quiet, barely as whisper, “And it’s too late. It’s already happened.”
     Reaching up gently wiping tears from her face, “I look at you and I am terrified to say those words.” He kissed her nose, “I am terrified to hear those three silly words. Maybe not such silly words. From you. But in the last three days I have needed to hear the words, to say those words.”
     She cupped his face in her hands, “Please, I want more than anything in the world to hear those words from you, but please don’t say them.” She smiled kissing him softly on the nose, “But I can’t promise that I won’t say them first.”
     “For now, neither of us will say the words, okay? For now.” He smiled tenderly.
     She smiled kissing him, “For now,” with a playful little smile, “for this morning, anyway.”
     His face became determined, “You know, what I said last night in the car about not knowing who I was doing this for, who I was trying to impress?” She nodded. “I lied.” She tilted her head as he smiled tenderly, “This is all for you.”
     “I know,” she smiled shyly, “I know that you are doing all this for me. I’ve always known that.”
     He kissed her softly again realizing that he was still naked, standing up, “Seems like you see me a lot like this when there’s pretty women around, huh?” She sniffed. Her smile slowly emerged into a soft laugh.
     He started to turn when she stood up pulling him by the arm motioning toward the bed. He grabbed his towel putting it around him, tucking it in front. They both sat down on the bed. She looked at him with a demur expression that he hadn’t seen on a woman’s face for a very long time. “You are a very, very special man. I wish I was that slut. Partly. But I don’t know what’s going on here either.” She shook her head, “But I then I do. I am petrified that I feel like this and you don’t. It will kill me.”
     He kissed her, “But I do.” He kissed her again, “You are safe with me. And I believe I am safe with you.” He kissed her on the lips as their tongues touched for just a second.
     She wiped her cheeks with her hands. “Maybe it’s all the stress of the case here. It’s what they told us about in training how two people can get a false sense of connection when they are in these situations.”
     Jeff smiled, she could tell by his smile that maybe it wasn’t the case here. His gentleness told her that he genuinely felt something for her. That he might be falling in love with her. That somehow frightened her even more. “Maybe there is something here, maybe there isn’t,” she said resigned.
     He reached to the pillows, fluffed them, leaning them against the headboard, they both sat back as he spoke softly, “I don’t know. I feel like there are things you should know about me that aren’t anything in your long-arm capabilities to know.” He glanced at her, reaching to hold hands as they sat. “You know that I have been married, now three times. I have been with many women in my life, and I regret many of those relationships. It seems like I have only had three kinds of relationships,” he thought for a second, “who knows maybe there are only three kinds for anyone.”
     He spoke softly to her, “There have been the ones where I just really didn’t care. You know, a few one-nighters even girlfriends that didn’t have much value to me. I mean, they were all nice women, some of them quite beautiful, some of them were only meant to be throw-away relationships that ended the minute I quit calling them.” He paused remembering the two that did try to call him again that he never bothered with. A flash of remorse poked at his heart.
     She drew lines along his hand with her fingers listening. “It took a long time for me to realize that those were wrong. It’s very possible that those women put hopes into me that I totally disregarded. I mean, I’m a nice man and all, right?” She nodded affirmation, smiling.
     “The second group were those that I wanted to care about, for whatever reason, though, I couldn’t find the connection with them that it needed to turn those relationships into love.” He glanced at her, “Do you know what I mean?” She nodded. “Those I don’t feel so bad about in some ways, but I came to realize much later that there were a couple of them, maybe more, that really cared for me, maybe even wanted me to be in love with them. I believe that a couple of them were in love with me. It seems odd that I feel less remorse about those than the others that I didn’t give a hang about. Maybe because I did try to give them a chance, which I never did with the others, but it just didn’t work. You know, the old college try thing.” He paused reflecting. “I have no idea how many women were like this. But I do worry that it was more than I realized.”
     “It’s kind of funny to say,” he laughed softly, “my second wife was that category. We both wanted to love each other, but we didn’t. I was a reasonably good catch, I think, so was she, she wanted a ring on her finger. She pressured me to move in with me then pressured me to marry her. I remember her saying that if the relationship wasn’t moving to marriage then what was the point? Don’t know if she would have left me, maybe it would have been better if she had. She was a beautiful woman and well, I just was tired of looking I guess, fantasized that I could settle down with her,” grinning, “but I couldn’t.”
     He shook his head in silence.
     Turning to Shonna, “And then there’s the third kind of women I have met. My first marriage was very young but we grew apart. No, we more like flew apart when it became obvious that we had really different life goals. The second was a rebound, we never were in love with each other. We tried to love each other like I said. I honestly don’t know, but we were certainly never in love. There wasn’t that special sparkle.” She smiled at him knowingly at the words special sparkle. “Then there is my wife…” his voice became quiet. “Yeah, her,” nearly whispering.
     “Then there is you,” he smiled as she squeezed his hand. “I wasn’t looking for you. I wasn’t looking for you because I didn’t want to find you. I have been blissfully happy in my little bubble, my picture-perfect life with a good job, good marriage, smart and beautiful kids, nice house, you know all that picket fence stuff.”
     He lightly shook their hands together up and down on the bed. “I wasn’t looking for you, but you did come along.” He pulled up her hand to his lips kissing it. “And now you’re here. And I have made up my mind that I am going to be completely open to whatever happens here, be damned at whatever comes from it.” He leaned over kissing her on the cheek. “I can tell you that if we ever do get the chance to make love that it will be the most amazing experience because I know that you won’t do it unless your heart is in it. And just so you know, neither will I.”
     She started to stand up, unsteady, Jeff reached out to hold her up. “Jeff, I hear what you’re saying, thank you for telling me this. Really. But I just don’t know,” tears appeared in her eyes again, “I don’t know what I am doing here, I’ve never done this before. With a married man!” She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. “God, a married man! I hear what you’ve just said, but I just don’t know that I want the responsibility. To be the little home wrecker, the other woman. I am so sorry, I just don’t know what’s come over me.” She looked at the clock seeing eight twenty. “This is just not like me, I’ve never done anything like this.”
     She stood upright, wiped a tear from her cheek looking down at Jeff who realized he was still in his towel as he stood. She reached down pulling the towel off him, tossing it on the floor, looking down admiringly at him seeing his arousal, “I can tell you, though,” she said in a soft commanding voice, “that if you don’t get clothes on soon I won’t be able to guarantee anything!”
     “Yeth ma’am!” he said in his best Daffy Duck voice, saluting, she laughed at the two soldiers saluting to her, “but is that a threat or a promise?” she laughed, he hurriedly started dressing.
     He turned seeing her composure returning, feeling better. He walked into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror laughing out loud that his hair was almost comical from his finger combing earlier, quickly re-combing it, brushed his teeth, gave a quick shave. He came out as she was picking out clothes from the closet, going into the bathroom. Jeff finished dressing, sat in the big chair in the corner. He could hear her pissing with the bathroom door still open, the shower start. He sat wistfully, remembering a girlfriend a very long time ago––one from the first group he had talked about that he never really cared about––who had taken him to her apartment and she pissed with the door open. At the time he took is as a good sign that he was going to get laid, and he did! He smiled at the prospect as he sat back watching at the open bathroom door.
     After a while he heard the shower water stop, the sound of a hair dryer, moments later she came out of the bathroom dressed, ready for the day.
     She stepped up to him, gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You are really something mister Jeff. I just want you to know that. I hear you, and just so you know I feel exactly the same, if I do let myself go, I will let myself go completely.” Her resolute expression gave him a moment of hope that it might come true, along with a definite rise between his legs. She shook her head slowly looking up to the ceiling, “And somehow we’re going to get through this. Somehow. How I let you affect me is just not like me.” She looked to him, “I could be disciplined for it.”
     He started to say something, she put her fingers to his lips, “Don’t worry about that. But everything I said is true. I know everything you said is true. But we have work to do, very important and dangerous work, and we can’t––I mean I can’t––let anything get in the way. And now, damn you, now I really can’t let you get hurt!”
     Shonna took a step back holding out her right hand, “Partners?”
     He smiled taking her hand, “Yes, partners.”
     She took his hand looking deeply into his eyes shaking her head as another small tear found its was down her cheek. “Sorry,” she sniffed, “but it’s too late.”
     He smiled nodding knowing exactly what she was saying.
     She smiled at him.
     “I’m sorry,” she sniffed, “but we are more than just partners.”
     She wiped her eyes with her finger tips, “Well!” snapping to, “if we don’t get down there we won’t be able to eat before the meeting, come on, let’s go!” She pulled him by the elbow, they headed through the door, Jeff grabbing the stinky coat and a Danish pastry from the plate, took a bite offering it to her as they turned left walking down the hall toward the stairs.
     They ate quietly with long steady gazes into the other’s eyes. He was even more captivated by her eyes now that he’d seen tears coming from them. As their eyes met he felt an overwhelming gush of warmth pouring onto his chest, like someone was holding a giant teapot over him, hot water washing across his chest. He felt like he was becoming that different person, that different man. That he had somehow awoken that morning in an entirely different life, like in a movie. He wanted to reach across the table to her, to draw her to him and never let her go. He struggled with this as his mouth moved up and down, food passing down his throat.
     “We can do this, right?” she asked with an expression that wanted Yes or No or that was terrified of any answer. He swallowed hard nodding with his best warm smile.
     “Oh, my god,” he thought, “she did it!” He looked into her golden eyes and knew, “Yes.”
     I’ve fallen.









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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Magic Town, Chapter 21

Jeff, finds himself in Atlanta wanting to get out of the hotel on a Friday night. In the Atlanta Underground he meets up with Pick, a sly con man who takes Jeff around the Underground ending up at the notorious Magic Town strip club. There’s only one problem: Jeff is the spitting image of a corrupt congressman! Nancy, the beautiful FBI agent with the golden eyes takes Jeff on the ride of his life. With three climax scenes, this story will make you want to get to the next page!


Chapter 21 of Magic Town ...

Sunday, 9:32 PM: “I killed a man!”

Jeff finds out that his volley of bullets through Antonio’s office door killed Snake Arm. He can’t believe that he actually killed someone! Shonna and Jeff talk over what happened, Jeff still uncertain that it could have been Snake Arm who was the shooter yesterday; how could he get so close to his victims? They have found out that Joel is the main man for sure! Now to plan for the big meeting tomorrow where they hope to nab all the bad guys at once!

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           Magic Town, Chapter 21


Sunday, 9:32 PM: “I killed a man!”

     An hour later they were walking into the safe house when Arnie walked up, “Guess who showed up at Grady Hospital?” Shonna and Jeff shrugged still walking toward the dining room exhausted. “You’d know him.” Shrugs again. “You’d know him by the snake tattoo.”
     Shonna and Jeff stopped dead turning sharply to Arnie, shocked. “Yep, seems they dumped the body there. And check it out, three bullet holes, all thirty-eights.” He looked at Jeff with a grinning smile, “Good shootin’ there Jesse James!”
     Jeff’s jaw dropped, looking down at the floor as he tried to take those words in. He looked up at Arnie, “I killed someone?” Arnie shrugged. “I killed someone?” Jeff felt his knees start to fall out from under him when four strong hands grabbed each arm leading him to a chair. “God, I killed someone.”
     Arnie walked away as Shonna kneeled in front of Jeff, “Hey, you okay?” He stared vacantly at her. “It’s not your fault. Remember, we think he was the shooter.” She squeezed his shoulder, massaging it with her finger tips. “He killed so many people. Jeff, he would have killed you too.” She paused trying to get his eyes, they were blank. They sat like that for Jeff couldn’t remember how long. “Hey, if it’s any consolation, you were the one that guessed he was the shooter, right?” Jeff didn’t respond.
     She stood up pulling at him, “Look, it’s been a long day, let’s get you into bed. Come on.”
     Jeff heard his voice without feeling his lips moving, “I really need some food. Screw it, no, I really need a beer.” He half-chuckled, “Real bad, maybe two.”
     “Maybe bourbon.”
     Shonna led Jeff into the dining room, sat him down, poked into the kitchen, in a minute appearing with three opened beers, “Here,” she said putting one in his hand, “I ordered sandwiches, they’ll be out in a minute.”
     He lifted the bottle to his lips, without drinking put it back down as he turned to her, “He was a really bad man, right? I mean I’m not going to be arrested for murder am I?”
     She smiled, “Take a drink first, come on, bottoms up, me too.” They both raised their bottles giving them a light tap together, tilting them back. Jeff took a long swallow, a second, a third, slamming the empty bottle onto the table so loud that the two people sitting behind them jumped looking around for the noise.
     “There now, better, right?” she said in a soothing voice.
     Jeff looked at Shonna, questioning, “But that doesn’t make sense. They wouldn’t have let him get up close to them. It couldn’t have been him,” he squinted his eyes in thought, “could it?”
     She held his hand, “It doesn’t make total sense maybe, but he was the one coming back to finish off Antonio, right?”
     “But I think I heard another voice, what if I shot the wrong guy? There were definitely two people. What if Snake Arm wasn’t the real shooter and I happened to shoot him instead of the real shooter. Wouldn’t that make sense?”
     “No, I don’t think so. Look I can’t explain it all, but everyone thinks you shot the right guy. The shooter was Snake Arm.”
     He sat shaking his head as two arms reached down between them holding two plates with sandwiches. The both ate slowly without speaking. When they were done Jeff stood up without a word starting to turn to the door, he listlessly sat back down again. “Wow, what a day. I can’t believe this. What a weekend! Nobody will ever believe this.” He glanced at his watch seeing it was nearly ten o’clock, with a start, “Damn, I’ve got to call home!” He looked anxiously at Shonna, “What am I going to say?”
     She smiled, “Like always, love you, can hardly wait to get home. You know. But take a deep breath first. Women can hear these things, you need to be calm.”
     “Can I do it up in the room?” She nodded. “In private?” She nodded again.
     He stood up walking out of the dining room, found the stairs feeling like he was just floating up the stairway.
     A few minutes later he came back down.
     “How’d it go, everything okay?”
     “I think she could tell.” He gave a weak smile. “It’s kind of hard to be totally cool when you know you just killed someone, Snake Arm or not.” He picked up the second beer, saw the kitchen helper walk by as he motioned for another.
     “So tomorrow…” he turned to see the kitchen helper walking up handing him his opened beer, nodding thanks. “Tell me a about tomorrow.”
     She sat up, “Well we know more than we did a few hours ago that’s for sure. We’ll start out with a team meeting, probably at nine, make all the preparations for the Big Show. We will have to do a very careful job in this planning. We’ve laid the net, now we want to make sure we get all the fish.”
     “What more do we know?”
     “We think we know for sure who was the shooter.” Jeff nodded. “We know this guy Joel could be the Big Cheese, for sure he’s at least the main go-between representing the congressman, but my guess is that his is much more involved than just that.” She thought. “We’ve seen the faces of the bad guys.” She looked to the ceiling counting in her head, “Well most of them anyway, but there may be more we still don’t know about. This is one very extensive criminal enterprise.” She paused sipping from her bottle. “Yes, very impressive. We’ll find out in the morning about who owns the warehouse, that might give us more information.”
     “But what about the big meeting?” He sipped his beer. “I mean if the word has gotten out that I’m an imposter where does that leave me?” He paused looking exhausted. “I mean,” yawn, “am I supposed to stand up in front of these guys?”
     “That’s what we’ll figure out at the meeting in the morning.”
     “And if Joel knows that the Feds are on this, how will that all play out?”
     “Oh, don’t you worry about mister Joel, he is already working hard to position himself as having been the undercover guy in this all along, that maybe he has just been following the orders of the congressman. After all, the congressman can’t defend himself, right?”
     “Any way he can really sell that?”
     “At trial you mean?” She shrugged sipping her beer, “Who the hell knows. I mean, look at OJ Simpson, right?”
     Jeff nodded concerned, “I mean, what’s supposed to happen at this big meeting at noon tomorrow?”
     “It all depends. We will know a hell of a lot more at noon tomorrow.” He shook his head like they were talking in circles.
     Finally they got up from the table going upstairs to the room that they had slept in the night before. His luggage was still there, though his luggage was now closed. The room had been straightened up. His pajamas weren’t laid out like before.
     Jeff didn’t say a word as he turned flopping onto the bed saying weakly, “I want to brush my teeth, but I can’t.”
     She laughed softly, “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re whiny when you’re tired?’
     Shonna lay down on the bed next to him, her body touching his. She ran her forefinger down his nose, “You did really good tonight. I could not believe how much courage you showed when everyone was pulling guns on you.”
     “On us,” he replied sleepily.
     “Okay, on us,” she smiled. “Look it’s been a hell of a day in so many ways. I must tell you mister Jeff that you are a hell of a man. I sure wish you weren’t one of the good ones already taken.”
     She wasn’t sure Jeff heard her last words.
     His breathing said that he was already asleep.


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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Magic Town, Chapter 20

Jeff, finds himself in Atlanta wanting to get out of the hotel on a Friday night. In the Atlanta Underground he meets up with Pick, a sly con man who takes Jeff around the Underground ending up at the notorious Magic Town strip club. There’s only one problem: Jeff is the spitting image of a corrupt congressman! Nancy, the beautiful FBI agent with the golden eyes takes Jeff on the ride of his life. With three climax scenes, this story will make you want to get to the next page!


Chapter 20 of Magic Town ...

Sunday 4:34 PM: Laying the Net

Jeff finally meets Joel, the congressman’s chief aid, and Jeff is disgusted with this arrogant ass. He and Shonna take a drive to see the crooked city council members, then to the chief of police who pulls a gun on Jeff, but he shrugs it off leaving the Chief stunned. Then they go to see the mayor who pulls a gun on them, but thanks to Arnie they have a little surprise in store for the mayor …


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Author contact: Chris Lamela, chris@chrislamela.com, 707-566-8790 PST

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          Magic Town, Chapter 20


Sunday 4:34 PM: Laying the Net 

     Ten minutes later Jeff found himself standing erect as a man named Joel circled Jeff slowly, inspecting him. “Jesus, he could be the congressman’s twin brother, where’d you find this guy?” Jeff had been introduced to this man named Joel something, the Chief Aid to the congressman as it had been announced by him to Jeff. He instantly disliked this man’s presumptuous and arrogant manner.
     Shonna watched this process, “That doesn’t matter, anything we need to fix?”
     “He’s just a little taller, I don’t know, maybe a half-inch, but he can’t slouch because the congressman never slouches. But other than that, congressman’s hair is a little straighter, but everything else is perfect! I can’t believe they’re not identical twin brothers!”
     Joel stood in front of Jeff, “Say something.”
     Jeff turned to Shonna half-smiling, back to Joel, “The Gettysburg address?” He thought about suggesting saying how he loves his slut, but he was sure that this Joel character looked a little too straight to be let in on their little joke.
     “Go ahead, say anything,” Joel instructed.
     Jeff took a deep breath, spoke some words. Joel made the same comment about his voice needing to be a little lower, much more gruff, that’s almost always how the congressman speaks. They spent the next twenty minutes with Jeff practicing the word son-of-a-bitch, the only curse the congressman ever says––though it is his favorite curse that he says in about every other sentence, with that certain roll off the tongue––how to walk in the congressman’s aggressive gait, how Jeff probably could not be gruff enough even if he tried so not to worry about going overboard being the biggest prick he could possibly muster. And being proud of it! Wow, this must have been quite a fun guy to be around was all Jeff could think.
     A woman walked up to Jeff with an eyebrow pencil. He offered his chin up as Shonna smirked, “This one won’t rub off!”
     Joel turned to Shonna, “So what’s this all about? Where is Frank? Why is this guy impersonating the congressman? And what the hell was that press conference?” He turned to Shonna with a scowl, “Shonna, what the hell is going on here, and who is this guy and who is trying to run this show?” Jeff was concerned as he watched this man change character so quickly from warmly smug to almost whiny. And what was who is trying to run this show?
     Shonna saw Jeff’s concern, gave him a quick sharp look as in let me handle this pulling Joel aside. Jeff could tell that she was saying absolutely as little as possible, what he heard make it clear that she was feeding him all sorts of wrong information. He gingerly took a half side-step toward them, listening in while pretending to look away, it was clear that the information she was feeding him wasn’t random, there was a clear strategy to what she was saying. He didn’t recall any discussion about this with the team. Was she winging it? Was this discussed in that little meeting while he was out in the backyard?
     Soon they walked back to Jeff, in a minute Joel shook Jeff’s hand with a confused face, “Well, good luck, whatever it is you guys are doing.”
     In a few more minutes they were at the door. Once more Jeff was handed the little Colt Cobra––this time he didn’t question the wisdom as he slipped it into the stinky coat pocket.  
     Ten minutes later Jeff found himself sitting in Shonna’s car as they headed toward downtown once more. “Someone asked about him in the meeting and you brushed it off.”
     She glanced at him, back to the road, “I knew he was going to be coaching you, I didn’t want you to be nervous.”
     “How involved is he?”
     “We don’t think too much, but he is certainly the telegraph between the gang and the congressman.”
     “So your bringing him up to Roswell sure blew your cover didn’t it?”
     “We did that deliberately.”
     “You wanted him to know that you’re FBI and the Feds are all around this?”
     “Yes.”
     “When was this decided?”
     “It was my decision. We keep talking about wanting to get these guys off kilter. This is an extension of that with a little divide and conquer. If Joel knows that we are circling around this he will start trying to figure a way out of this if he is involved, or at least be willing to give up some names if he’s not. He’s got to be near the top of this or at least knows who is.”
     “But if you knew this, why did you nominate Antonio? I thought that you guys all voted on that stuff.” They drove on. “So the only reason why I didn’t know about this guy was because of the coaching.” Jeff watched her as she nodded.
      Something in her expression whispered there was more to the story.
     “I don’t believe you.”
     She didn’t take her eyes off the road, “Actually, we think he is very involved. We just don’t know how much. Even with all of the congressman’s famous absences, there’s no way he could have enough time to be involved that much in the gang. And he wasn’t really all that bright. There has to be someone else. And Antonio is just too much of an outsider for that group, there is no way that Antonio could be doing much more than just moving money around and sending out the monkeys to raise hell.” She glanced quickly at him. “Joel could be a much bigger player, we’re just not sure.” Pondering silence. “We just don’t know. There are also some other players, but I suspect we are going to learn an awful lot in the––” she glanced at the car’s clock, “in the next twenty hours.”
     Fifteen minutes later they pulled into the garage at the main Atlanta City Hall, soon they were on an elevator heading to the third floor. “Just remember, don’t be calm, be gruff. These city council guys don’t know you all that well so think of this as practice.”
     Soon they were being led into a room with the door marked Private City Council Chambers. They walked into a room with two women and eleven men sitting around a long table with the head of the table obviously reserved for them. The two walked into the room, stopped, standing at the door causing many to twist around in their chairs toward the visitors.
     Jeff worked hard to keep a determined frown as he spoke. “You all know who I am, what you don’t know is why I’m here.”
     “Well actually,” said a short balding black man in the rear of the room, “we have heard certain rumors of why you are here. We all are here because we take those rumors very seriously. And what about that press conference? Are you really going to spill us all to the Feds?”
     Jeff ignored him as he scowled around the table from face to face getting thirteen concerned frowns back.
     Jeff spoke firmly practicing the gruff tone, looking at the man who’d just spoken, “I didn’t come here to answer your questions you little bald son-of-a-bitch, so shut up!” The man cowered lowing his head as Jeff turned to the whole group, “Listen all you sons-a-bitches, we’ve had our nice little business here now for four years since I’ve been involved, and things have always been working fine, a lot of it thanks to a couple of you. Maybe.” He tightened his scowl. “But suddenly things have started getting a little crazy.” The faces around the table turned more grim. “If we don’t act, there’s no telling where this will go. I don’t need to tell you the downside. For you. For your families! Just ask the mayor. He will tell you in case you have any doubts!” A low grumble arose from suddenly terrified faces.
     Jeff turned, walking down one side of the table with people turning around to look at him as he passed. He slowly circled the table with a menacing glare face by face, each turning away with a frightened jerk. 
     “I am getting grumbling that the split’s not fair, that some of you are getting more than you deserve from this operation.” The grumbling became louder as the fright turned to anger. “But I’m not so sure.”
     A voice was heard, “Why are you here, why isn’t Joel here telling us this?”
     Jeff felt a startle that he turned into a flash of anger, “Son-of-a-bitch! WHO SAID THAT!” Nobody offered up a hand. Jeff thought what the hell is going on?
     Improvise! Improvise!
     “It’s because––”
     Shonna stepped forward, “You know it’s not your place to ask any questions!” She glared at the room. “You little shits are lucky to even be in this business. We could have pulled this off just fine all these years without you––you know it!” She looked from face to face with stern hatred. “That’s why they want to cut you stupid bastards out!”
     The room was perfectly quiet except for the roar of seething faces pressed against Shonna, enraged silent expressions that swung to Jeff, back to her.
     Jeff stepped forward, “There’s a meeting at Magic Town tomorrow. The whole deal is going to be redone. If you’re not there then you are cut out!” The angry expressions suddenly turned to astonishment, not a sound was heard.
     “If you sons-a-bitches want to continue to be part of this, just be there tomorrow!” Without another word he and Shonna walked briskly through the door.
     They got into the car. Shonna pulled away screeching her tires in the echoey enclosed parking lot. Jeff finally gasped, “Oh my god, I thought I was going to die in there!”
     Shonna looked at him sideways smiling, “But you did good! For a second even I thought you were the congressman!” They turned out of the lot, turning left. She sat pondering quietly as she drove. “Why was Joel mentioned? What is his role?” She spoke softly almost to herself. “He must be the go-between, the messenger between these creeps and the congressman. Yeah, that all makes sense. It’s what we suspected, right?”
     Jeff shrugged looking out the car windows at the approaching darkness.
     She glanced at him, “Good recovery back there. I was surprised too. I expect we’ll hear his name again tonight.”
     Soon they were pulling into the parking lot of the main Atlanta police station, a tall building buzzing with people around it even on a Sunday evening. They pulled into the multi-story parking garage. Shonna glanced at a piece of paper she was holding, steered to the second level toward the building. As she turned off the engine she turned to him, “Hold on to that style you did back there, maybe even a little more gruff, you almost got it. The biggest shows are still coming.”
     She signaled to him to wait getting out of the car, Jeff noticing her holding a gun with both hands raised in front of her chin. She emerged from the car very slowly, scanning in all directions, closed her door slowly, bumping it with her hip to latch it. She looked down signaling with her gun for Jeff to get out, he did the same routine with his door, bumping it closed. They walked toward the door, Jeff walking forward as Shonna walked backward continuing to scan the parking lot they were leaving, gun in front of her face as they neared the building.
     Soon they found themselves exiting an elevator. A policeman was waiting for them, without a word signaling them to follow him down the hall to an office with only one word on the door, “CHIEF.”
     The door was closed behind them. There sat the man Jeff had seen in one of the photographs from yesterday, behind an enormous desk. Four men were seated on his left in a row, all with badged hats in their laps. Without a word the Chief pointed to two chairs, they both walked up standing behind the chairs.
     The room was an enormous office, Jeff guessed it was the size of his living room at home, all in rich wood paneling, shelves of trophies and commendations along both sides, family photos, grown kids maybe, a woman who could be his wife.
     The chief wore a closed expression with dark eyes even for a black man. Jeff guessed he had to be more than a hundred pounds overweight at least, sitting his belly extended over his belt laying in his lap.
     “Well, congressman,” said the Chief in an almost warm expression. “What brings you out here on a Sunday night?” he looked intently at them standing there, “And why are you here and not Joel?”
     Jeff scowled, “Why are to asking me anything? Why are you talking to me! I’m the one who came here to do the talking so shut up you son-of-a-bitch!” Jeff could tell the Chief was used to controlling conversations, he was certainly not used to someone talking like this to him in his own office. The Chief squirmed in his chair ever so slightly––Jeff knew he was in control!
     He felt himself swell with confidence.
     After everything he’d been through in the last forty-eight hours Jeff was in no mood to be screwed with.
     They wanted a pissed off congressman? They were going to get a pissed off congressman!
     “I came here only for one reason. Seems word’s getting around that you guys aren’t doing a very good job in this deal.”
     The Chief jolted out of his chair to half-standing, his fat belly bobbling, “What the hell are you talking about!”
     “SIT THE HELL DOWN!” The Chief scanned the four to his left with a dumfounded expression, back to Jeff, slowly lowering himself back into the chair, hands on arm rests to steady his huge frame, clasped on the handles like he was ready to jump up again as Jeff took a half-step forward pointing to the Chief’s face, “And don’t you dare raise your voice to me again you son-of-a-bitch!”
     Jeff’s expression suddenly softened, the slightest smile of sorts, “Look, look, we’re all friends here, right?” Nothing. “But it seems like there’s been a lot of bodies floating around Atlanta all the sudden.” He shrugged. “I mean, whose job is it to worry about that? Mine?” He nodded toward Shonna, “Hers?” He scowled at the Chief. “What the hell is going on, and why the hell can’t you stupid cops manage to stop people from running around killing everyone! There have been some very important people who have gotten hurt very badly, killed, and this is really pissing me off!
     “We don’t know nothing about that!” the Chief scowled.
     “Of course you don’t! YOU’RE INCOMPETENT!” Jeff paced in a small line back and forth as though in deep thought. “You are getting paid a lot of money from this deal and all we ask is a little order, but all you do is sit there on big your fat ass while some shooter goes running around killing people!” He found himself so worked up that he was nearly spitting the words, “You and your stupid cops are screwing this whole thing up!”
     The Chief started to speak, Jeff put up his hand to stop him. In a softer, almost consoling voice he continued, “So you see the problem. Seems like certain of our partners are beginning to question how committed you are to our little business venture.”
     “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
     “It means that people are talking about wanting to re-do our little understanding, maybe change it up a little.” He thought about his little press briefing yesterday, “Maybe give some names up to the Feds, that would certainly thin the roster out!”
     The Chief jumped up again, “If anybody tries to cut me out there’ll be hell to pay! You go talking to the Feds and we’ll kill you!”
     “You mean like you TRIED TO KILL ME YESTERDAY?” The Chief looked to his captains in vain for support. Their eyes locked forward staring into space.
     Jeff caught his breath putting up his hands in a calming fashion, “Look, we understand that things can happen, but next thing you know people misunderstand, start thinking that maybe we don’t really need you.” His expression changed to deeply questioning, “And then we see you coming out of a house with bodies laying all around inside?”
     The Chief gasped as though choking for air, “I had nothing to do with those murders. NOTHING!”
     “I said…” leaning toward the Chief, “SHUT UP!” Jeff paced the room throwing his arms around in theatrical fury, coming to a slow stop in front of the Chief again, deliberately performing an exaggerated act of calming down. Man, I better get an Oscar for this!  he thought to himself as he looked eye-to-eye at the Chief.
     “So as I was saying, there are some who think you should not be part of our little club anymore. The Chief choking in his anger, Jeff continued firmly, “Not me, mind you!”
     “Who then!”
     “I just hear rumblings, and I don’t want any trouble,” continuing his consoling tone.
     The Chief shook his head, “I knew it, that greedy bastard mayor!
     “Look,” Jeff continued, “All I know is that we’ve got to get this straightened out before it gets even uglier. We have a meeting tomorrow, noon at Magic Town, a meeting that we have been needing for a while, and it has been decided––”
     “Decided by who!”
     Jeff ignored him, “Like I said, it has been decided that we need a meeting, tomorrow. Noon. Whoever doesn’t show is out. Period. We have too many players and the cuts keep getting thinner and thinner, and given all the bad stuff that’s been happening we need to rein this in so it doesn’t get even more out of hand.”
     Jeff turned to Shonna with his gruffest voice, “We’re done with these sons-a-bitches! Come on!”
     They reached the door when Jeff heard the clicking of a trigger being pulled back. He calmly turned around to see the Chief standing with his arms extended holding a gun on Jeff. Jeff was surprised at his own calm, “Now Chief, this is a nasty place for a murder, isn’t it?” He glanced at the four captains who had sat with those silly blank expressions without a word the whole time, back at the Chief who raised his gun even higher.
     “Tomorrow! Noon!”
     Jeff took a few extra seconds to smile condescendingly at the Chief.
     They turned and left as the word Oscar! flashed in Jeff’s mind.
     They retraced their steps, Shonna did the same routine with gun to chin, only this time she was guarding all sides of them as they walked quickly to the car. Jeff was relieved that nobody happened to be in the garage either time when she was doing her Dick Tracy pose, but he was very happy that she was doing it.
     Jeff closed the car door as Shonna got in beside him, “I think I pissed my pants!”
     She shook her head turning to him astonished, “You were amazing in there!”
     He looked at her, they burst out laughing as she turned the key, the engine started as they laughed again. She pulled out of the parking lot, “Okay, one more stop. This will be the tough one.” Jeff flopped his head back with a thump on the head rest, she glanced at him, “But we have a little surprise for them that I think you will like.”
     She headed to the freeway, turned south for a change explaining that the mayor wanted the meeting at his house. Jeff looked at her worryingly asking if they would be away from people on their own. She laughed saying that they have suspected him of so many things that his house has been wired for years.
     Soon they were passing the Hilton on their left, his Sheraton on the right. He smiled as he watched the tall building pass, remembering the event with his little slut yesterday. That building passing by seemed like a metaphor for this weekend, so much passing so quickly, every moment a distinct distant memory.
     Every moment streaming by uncontrollably.
     As they drove she leaned slightly to the steering wheel looking to her right at Jeff as though she was inspecting him. He returned a puzzled look with a little smile. “You know,” she said softly, “I have no idea where you get this amazing courage from. I mean, you are what we call feet off the street, you have no training in this at all. But I swear I saw our asshole congressman in there, maybe even better than the original.” She leaned back again. “I just want you to know that I am way beyond impressed. Way beyond. I really admire you for doing this and putting your whole heart into it.” She glanced at him with a thankful smile, “What I said about not being impressed when we first met? Cancel that. At this moment there is no limit to my respect for you.”
     He felt a little embarrassed by this sudden gush of accolades, nodding, “Thank you. I’m not sure who I’m really doing this for, who I’m trying to impress.”
     He knew it was for her.
     Jeff asked her about the mayor’s involvement, what she knew about the murder of some of his family ten years ago. She explained what he had already read before about Atlanta politics, how they have been notoriously corrupt since the dawn of time as far as she knew. There are city leaders, city bureaucrats and others always getting arrested for all sorts of graft, so it’s hard to know when noise is not just noise. She said she didn’t know all the inside, had read up on it in preparation for the case, that the case is unsolved, her guess is that is will never be solved.
     “There are just too many people involved in this stuff, sometimes justice is contrary to peoples’ interests.” She glanced at Jeff, “Monetary interests.”
     As they drove, Jeff suddenly got curious. “You’ve been with the FBI now for what, a couple of three years?” She nodded, head forward. “So all these bodies, is this the first time you’ve ever seen this? I mean your first murdered bodies?”
     She took her eyes off the road to give him a long look. “Once while I was still interning there was a case when I saw one dead man, similar kind of crimes, but not nearly as big as this.” She shook her head slowly, “But this is like nothing I have ever seen. They did a lot to try to prepare us in training. But it’s impossible to train you for this. Impossible. You just have to go through the experience.”
     Jeff turned to her in the darkness, the instrument panel light outlining her face. He couldn’t help but admire her courage. Her grace and style still came through even with all this pressure. He felt that rush in his chest again hoping it was too dark for her to see his flushed face yet one more time.
     They drove for over a half-hour, long past the airport. Jeff looked up out his window seeing a bright starscape overhead so far away from the city lights. He laughed to himself that he could see only two stars when they stepped out in front of the filthy little coffee shop yesterday morning in the dark, now the stars were so bright that they nearly lit up the landscape even without the moon.
     Soon they pulled off the freeway, turned right, headed through what looked like a tunnel with tall trees on each side arching over the road, the canopy blocking the stars overhead. Soon took a left, went a mile or so, turned right into a driveway with imposing pillars and a gate. Shonna rolled down her window as they heard a crackle of a voice, “Congressman Frank Schedz and escort.” A few seconds later the gate began to open with a low hum, they drove through.
     Jeff guessed the driveway to be two hundred yards long at least, leading to an enormous house, lit up grandly with floodlights. A man greeted them at the door, leading them toward the back into a large room, well lit, five men sitting on couches or large stuffed chairs. One man stood up walking up to Jeff, “Good evening, congressman, thank you for coming.” Jeff recognized the mayor from the photos. The other men stood up in turn shaking Jeff’s hand, Jeff recognized two of them from the pictures.
     “Sit down, please,” the mayor motioned Jeff to a chair.
     Jeff immediately went into character, “I didn’t come here to chit chat you son-of-a-bitch, I’m pretty sure you’ve gotten calls already, you know why I’m here.”
     “Yes,” the mayor smiled as he sat down, “I’ve gotten a number of interesting calls, but one call in particular was very interesting.”
     Jeff looked intently at the man, trying to keep his best scowl.
     “So tell me, congressman,” the mayor looked down at his hand as though admiring his fingernails casually, looking back up to Jeff, “How well does an eyebrow pencil work when making a fake mole?”
     Jeff gave a startled turn to Shonna whose eyes told him she had already anticipated this treachery, before he could look back he heard the click of a gun’s trigger being pulled back. His only thought was how tired he was of hearing that sound as he slowly turned to look at the mayor standing holding a gun on him. “Funny, there congressman, you sure fooled everyone else.”
     “Let me guess,” Jeff shook his head, “Joel, right?”
     The mayor nodded, “He’s our eyes and ears. He’s our main man. He’s our everything, but you already knew that, right?”
     “So what are you going to do, shoot us?” Jeff looked around at the men sitting next to the mayor surprised at their blank expressions. How was it that rooms full of grown, supposedly responsible men could just sit in this kind of situation expressionless? He saw it in the Chief’s office, now here it was happening again. At least the city council people looked more engaged for god’s sake. All he could think is who the hell are these people?
     “Whatever it takes to keep you from going to the Feds tomorrow. But shoot you here? Oh, no, no, no, I like my furniture way too much. And blood is so hard to get out of expensive carpets.” He motioned to the outside glass door with his gun, the door pitch-black with darkness behind it, motioning the same to Shonna.
     Suddenly Shonna stepped toward the mayor, “Mayor, you really don’t want to be doing that right now.”
     The mayor smiled, “And why is that?”
     “Can I use your phone?”
     “Why would I let you do that seeing as I am just going to kill you, that could be inconvenient. Seems unnecessary really.”
     “I just wanted you to talk to the man who is watching us.”
     The mayor gave a startled expression, Shonna moved slowly toward the phone on a desk to his right without asking his permission again, picking it up pushing buttons. “Arnie? Let me put you on speaker phone.” She pushed another button, “Can you hear me?”
     In a second they could all hear the scratchy sound of a voice on the line, a familiar voice, “Now Shonna, why would you just go over to the mayor’s house all by yourself? Oh, you’re not alone, hi there congressman!” The mayor’s eyes widened. “By the way, mister mayor, I hate that blue polo you’re wearing. My wife gave me one just like it, I gave it to the housekeeper for a rag. So mister mayor, please put down the gun.”
     The mayor turned his gun to the phone as though he was threatening the caller, “Who are you? You’re the Feds!” the mayor yelled glancing from phone to Shonna to Jeff, back to Shonna, back to the phone, gun still pointing to the phone.
     “Now mister mayor,” Arnie continued with a chuckle, “shooting the phone is not going to help you here,” Arnie made a big out-loud mocking laugh.
     The mayor slowly lowered his gun looking back at Jeff and Shonna, continuing a confused round of looking between the phone and them standing there. Jeff noticed the four men turning to each other, finally showing expressions––of worry.
     Arnie’s voice continued on the speaker phone, “Let’s just say we’re people who are very interested in getting this whole situation calmed down, there’s been way too much shooting lately, we want to find a way to get this operation all resolved.”
     “You’re not with the Feds? How––how––how did you wire my house?” the mayor stammered speaking to the phone.
     “Mister mayor,” Shonna smiled tersely stepping forward, “we’re all friends here, right? But everyone is getting so jumpy. The reason why we came here is because we’re hearing all sorts of nasty things about how you’re screwing up the operation, there are people who want to cut you out.” Now the four silent men sat up taking frightened notice as they scanned back and forth between each other, Shonna, the mayor, Jeff, glancing at the phone.
     “So mister mayor,” Shonna stepped forward, “we’re going to invite you to a meeting tomorrow at Magic Town. Noon. Just a nice little chat about what’s been going on, maybe take another look at how we’re running the business.”
     The mayor scowled at her, at Jeff, “Look congressman, or whoever you are, you and this bitch are not reducing my share! Not one penny! I don’t care who told you what, I’ve been holding up my end, so has my staff,” he nodded to the four sitting next to him each responding with exaggerated expressions of approval.
     Shonna pulled Jeff by the sleeve, “Come on, let’s get out of here,” turning to the mayor. “Here’s the deal. Show up tomorrow. Noon…or get cut out…period!”
     Without another word she turned to the door walking out as Jeff followed her. Jeff looked back to see the mayor’s defeated expression, gun dangling by his side.
     Jeff looked out the window into the darkness as the Mustang turned onto the freeway, “God, I am sure goddam tired of getting guns pointed at me!” He laughed, “But I sure as hell am glad that nobody’s shot at me!” He glanced at Shonna, barely able to see her face from the dim light of the dashboard. “At least not yet.”
     They both laughed out loud.
     “So Joel warned him I was fake?” Shonna didn’t answer. “Joel.”
     “Yep.”
     “You knew it.” He remembered again when someone asked about the congressman’s aids in the meeting when she jumped in to deflect the question.
     She glanced at him, turned looking forward to the road. She knew what he was thinking. “I told you I didn’t want you to be nervous when he was coaching you.”
     “But you had him coaching me…” his voice trailed off. They drove for another ten minutes, “You did that deliberately to let him into the investigation, you set him up!”
     “Yep.”
     She continued. “I knew there was absolutely no way to fool him with your impersonation, so I decided to let him feel like he’s one of the good guys, maybe at the same time make him start doing desperate things as he starts feeling the jaws closing on him and the whole operation.”
     “And we just found out that he’s the main man!” he said with a big smile.
     “Yep, quite an evening there, mister congressman!”


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