successfully challenge my superior...” He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes fluttered, and then...
BLAM!
The large revolver in Hightower’s hand fired one round through his temple, exiting through a silver dollar sized hole in the front left side of his skull. The recoil from the big gun jerked it from Hightower’s now lifeless hand and it skittered across the hard concrete.
Hightower slumped to the floor.
“What the hell just happened?” Carl wondered out loud, not believing what he had witnessed. “The god-damned idiot shot himself!”
“Not exactly,” Randy said as he unlocked Carl’s handcuffs. After releasing their bonds and picking up Hightower’s weapon, Randy held up something to show Carl. His keys were dangling from his left hand. On his key ring was the remote key fob for the Hummer. “I have been waiting all spring to try out those shocking door handles,” He said with a grin. “They seem to have been worth every penny!”
Epilog
One Year Later
“Looks like Uncle Carl could use a break,” Randy said, as he retrieved his two month old daughter from his friend. Carl loved kids, as long as he could hand them back.
“You might want to check the diaper on that kid,” Carl suggested, fanning the air with his hand. “Her parents aren’t the only ones in the family packing lethal weapons, if you catch my drift.”
As they all waited for their lunch at the Red Fox Inn, Carl looked across the table at his best friend and his ex-wife. Life is full of surprises, he thought to himself. A lot can happen in a year.
Detective Miller (with Carl’s and Randy’s help) had arrested Hightower’s two security men at the boxing center on the night his ‘suicide’. The ballistics match from one of their firearms, and testimony offered in exchange for leniency, implicated Hightower and his men in the murders of Dr. Johnson and Jessica Cooper. Both were put behind bars for the foreseeable future.
Carl decided to spend more time NOT working, and offered Randy a partnership in the company, to help run things.
After the Hightower ‘suicide’, Ameriplaxi’s stock values plummeted. With their resident genius gone, and having left no succession plan, the business floundered.
Senator McGinty’s pet project was unplugged, and the building mothballed. Just another government project that had cost the taxpayers billions of dollars, run its course, and failed.
Randy and Michelle were married three weeks after their ordeal at the boxing center, and decided to move to Middleburg and start a family of their own.
“I’ll be right back,” Michelle said, as she gathered daughter, blanket and diaper bag for a trip to the restroom. She kissed Randy on the top of his head. “Start without me if lunch comes while I’m gone.”
“I thought she was a real hard-ass when I first met your ex,” Randy said, after Michelle was out of earshot. “Now, I can’t imagine life without her. You really screwed up when you let her go, bud.”
Carl was smiling and shaking his head. “No, I’m not her type. Besides, nothing cures a broken heart like a new romance,” Carl said. “You were really messed up after that Sarah thing last year.”
“Give me a little credit,” Randy insisted. “I’ve visited so many psychologists and psychiatrists since then, I’m the most well-adjusted Son-of-a-Bitch on the planet.” Both men sat back from their table as their lunch arrived. Michelle also returned, with a more pleasant-smelling child.
“You two go ahead and eat,” Randy insisted, reaching for his little girl.
“Alli and I will keep you entertained.”
THE END
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BLAM!
The large revolver in Hightower’s hand fired one round through his temple, exiting through a silver dollar sized hole in the front left side of his skull. The recoil from the big gun jerked it from Hightower’s now lifeless hand and it skittered across the hard concrete.
Hightower slumped to the floor.
“What the hell just happened?” Carl wondered out loud, not believing what he had witnessed. “The god-damned idiot shot himself!”
“Not exactly,” Randy said as he unlocked Carl’s handcuffs. After releasing their bonds and picking up Hightower’s weapon, Randy held up something to show Carl. His keys were dangling from his left hand. On his key ring was the remote key fob for the Hummer. “I have been waiting all spring to try out those shocking door handles,” He said with a grin. “They seem to have been worth every penny!”
Epilog
One Year Later
“Looks like Uncle Carl could use a break,” Randy said, as he retrieved his two month old daughter from his friend. Carl loved kids, as long as he could hand them back.
“You might want to check the diaper on that kid,” Carl suggested, fanning the air with his hand. “Her parents aren’t the only ones in the family packing lethal weapons, if you catch my drift.”
As they all waited for their lunch at the Red Fox Inn, Carl looked across the table at his best friend and his ex-wife. Life is full of surprises, he thought to himself. A lot can happen in a year.
Detective Miller (with Carl’s and Randy’s help) had arrested Hightower’s two security men at the boxing center on the night his ‘suicide’. The ballistics match from one of their firearms, and testimony offered in exchange for leniency, implicated Hightower and his men in the murders of Dr. Johnson and Jessica Cooper. Both were put behind bars for the foreseeable future.
Carl decided to spend more time NOT working, and offered Randy a partnership in the company, to help run things.
After the Hightower ‘suicide’, Ameriplaxi’s stock values plummeted. With their resident genius gone, and having left no succession plan, the business floundered.
Senator McGinty’s pet project was unplugged, and the building mothballed. Just another government project that had cost the taxpayers billions of dollars, run its course, and failed.
Randy and Michelle were married three weeks after their ordeal at the boxing center, and decided to move to Middleburg and start a family of their own.
“I’ll be right back,” Michelle said, as she gathered daughter, blanket and diaper bag for a trip to the restroom. She kissed Randy on the top of his head. “Start without me if lunch comes while I’m gone.”
“I thought she was a real hard-ass when I first met your ex,” Randy said, after Michelle was out of earshot. “Now, I can’t imagine life without her. You really screwed up when you let her go, bud.”
Carl was smiling and shaking his head. “No, I’m not her type. Besides, nothing cures a broken heart like a new romance,” Carl said. “You were really messed up after that Sarah thing last year.”
“Give me a little credit,” Randy insisted. “I’ve visited so many psychologists and psychiatrists since then, I’m the most well-adjusted Son-of-a-Bitch on the planet.” Both men sat back from their table as their lunch arrived. Michelle also returned, with a more pleasant-smelling child.
“You two go ahead and eat,” Randy insisted, reaching for his little girl.
“Alli and I will keep you entertained.”
THE END
Thanks for reading!
Other books by Kurt and Michelle Zimmerman can be found at:
www.kurtwzimmerman.com
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