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Maintaing Tight Security ...

When no further comments are made; Martino adapts a more serious tone. "How about I take the loft? I'll be able to watch the front entrance while you sleep."

"What about your own sleep?" she asks.

"I'm sure when you are awake; I'll be able to catch forty winks. Besides," he says, "I feel better if I keep a watch at night. As a member of Special Services, I’m used to pulling a night shift schedule. You, my little journalist, are not."

"I’ve done my share of third shift," Linda agrees. "But let's not argue the point. We need to finish our meal and get settled. I'd like to put my things away."

"That's a good idea. You do that, and I'll take a good look around the outside perimeter. How close is that lake?" Martino asks.

"Well, if you walk out front and look to your right, you will see it about one hundred yards down," she says.

"Good! Then that is where I'll begin!" Martino says as he stands and takes his plate to the sink. "Do you want me to put this in the dishwasher?"

"No," Linda replies as she follows him into the kitchen. "I’ll take care of that while you do your surveillance. I can play the domestic help and you can play bodyguard." Linda giggles.

"Sounds reasonable," he says, "I think I really think I should check the place out before I get too comfy."

"Sure thing, buddy" Linda chuckles as she watches Martino grab his binoculars. "Maybe you’ll discover a new species of bird while you’re out!"

Linda carries her plate to the kitchen as well and begins loading the dishwasher while Martino leaves to inspection their temporary residence.

Martino appreciates the fact that there is only one way in and out of the cabin. He studies the fine workmanship of the place as he walks outside. He can't help but imagine what it will be like being alone with Linda for at least two months.

“Keep your mind on business, Mangini. Linda will have none of your wild imaginings. She’s not that can of writer.” Martino admonishes himself regarding his relationship with his best friend. “But I sure wish …”

He carefully slips around to the side of the house and looks at the drop behind the house ... It’s well over a 500 foot down.

"Crap ... I’d hate to be pursuing someone and not know about this drop. That's a panoramic view of the ocean but there is no way anyone could survive this drop. I wonder how the construction workers did their job." Martino observes aloud.

Not a place you'd want to meet an enemy!

Not a place you'd want to meet an enemy!

A Startling Revelation

"Very carefully," a voice says behind him and Martino turns to face the gun barrel of Victor Paccio.

"Victor Paccio!" Martino shrieks in complete surprise.

"This is Marty Mangini?" Victor retorts in equal shock, "Man you are lucky." Victor says shaking his head.

"What do you mean by that?" Martino inquires relieved to see Victor returning his gun to its resting place in his holster.

"Normally, I’d shoot first and ask questions later. What the hell are you doing here, Marty?" Victor questions.

"I should ask you the same thing Victor. I thought you were supposed to be in hiding. If anyone knew that you were still roaming around ... even in Canada and that I knew about it even though I pretended that I didn't ... both of our lives would be over." Martino utters looking around to make sure that they are alone.

"Nobody knows I'm around here other than Frank. And he'd rather die than tell. You only found out by accident. Who else knows that I'm around?" Victor inquires.

"I do." Both Martino and Victor spin around.

"You didn’t seriously thing you could avoid everyone, did you?" The young upstart from the mob croons, his gun held on them both.

“My father told me about this place. You remember my father don’t you Mr. Paccio. He died in that ambush involving Frank Morgan.” Clinton Albright, the son of the double agent continues.

“Your father …” Victor replies but is interrupted by Clinton.

"Shut your face about my father. Now let's see? Do I want you to take a leap off that cliff and make it appear like an accident to the rangers around here? Or do I just blast you both here?"

To Be Continued …

A Crime Story 9

  • A Crime Story 9
    All good things must come to an end … and bad things as well!

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