like anyone lived there. Not one
stick of furniture and not even a box of corn flakes. Everything was gone.
Harris came down the stairs just as Roy was
going back up them. “Have you found out anything? I mean how the fuck did they
get an entire house full of furniture and personal items out of here so
quickly?”
“Don’t know. But you should know that
Anita is on her way here. She’s spitting mad too.” Like he needed that right
now, Roy thought. “Something else. I found some tire marks in the backyard. Looks
heavy when it drove off, probably loaded with the furniture.”
No shit, he thought, and moved to the
empty kitchen again and leaned against the counter. The older Thomas had had an
apparent heart attack just two days ago. The men that had been stationed to
watch the house had gone to get dinner before they’d called it in. Harris told
them to go to the hospital and find out what they could on the couple and to
call him back. It was nearly seven hours later before anyone did. And that
conversation would be burned in his memory forever.
“We can’t find them. We’ve been to five
different hospitals and nobody seems to know nothing about nobody named Thomas
being admitted. He and his missus ain’t nowhere.” Roy had listened to the
entire conversation via speakerphone.
“You mean to tell me that an ambulance
came to the house, took the couple away, and not one hospital has a record of
it?” He didn’t answer his question right away, but before Roy could tell him
to fucking answer him, the idiot spoke.
“Well, you see…the ambulance that was
here was called City Ambulance. There ain’t no City Ambulance nowhere. We even
checked with the local firehouse. He said he ain’t never heard of it.” The man
gave a little laugh before he continued. “It might be one of those fly-by-night
kinds. You know, here today and gone today.”
Roy stepped out of his house, pulled his
gun, and fired three times into the air. It was either do that or he would have
shot the fucking phone. He had walked back into the house to tell Harris to
stay at the house and wait for him. He’d be there in the morning.
And when they arrived at the house, it
was to find it empty of every possession the couple had owned. Not only that,
but someone had cleaned the place up and even swept the fucking floor. There
were still marks on the carpet from it. He glared at the note again.
“You know that’s what chaps my ass the
most. The fucking bastards had left a note.” He picked it up again, this time
having to straighten it out after he’d crumpled it.
“Thank you for stopping by,” the note
read. “Sorry they’re not here, but we gave the Thomases a better life, one that
guaranteed that they would live a good deal longer. Fondly yours….”
“Who do you suppose left it?” Harris
said. Roy glared at him. “I’m only asking because if we knew that, then we
could find them, and then Jonny.”
“No shit, you fucking genius. You think
that, do you?” Roy walked away before he killed him too, mimicking the man. “ Because
if we knew that, then we could find them, and then Jonny.”
He had to find her. His clients were starting
to get pissed about the deposit they’d given him and no panther. How the fuck
was he supposed to run a business when his star attraction was nowhere to be
found? Damn it, all she had to do was hang around their house for a few days,
steal a few things that they wouldn’t even miss, and then go someplace else.
What the fuck was her problem? And now that he’d “killed” her friend, and
someone had taken her parents, he had nothing to hold over her.
“Boss, do you want me to have one of the
wolves have a look around? They might not be able to find the truck, but they
might be able to find out who helped them.” Roy nodded at Harris.
The wolves were stupid anyway. He
figured that they’d be lucky they could find their own ass, much less find a
couple who, for all intents and purposes,
stick of furniture and not even a box of corn flakes. Everything was gone.
Harris came down the stairs just as Roy was
going back up them. “Have you found out anything? I mean how the fuck did they
get an entire house full of furniture and personal items out of here so
quickly?”
“Don’t know. But you should know that
Anita is on her way here. She’s spitting mad too.” Like he needed that right
now, Roy thought. “Something else. I found some tire marks in the backyard. Looks
heavy when it drove off, probably loaded with the furniture.”
No shit, he thought, and moved to the
empty kitchen again and leaned against the counter. The older Thomas had had an
apparent heart attack just two days ago. The men that had been stationed to
watch the house had gone to get dinner before they’d called it in. Harris told
them to go to the hospital and find out what they could on the couple and to
call him back. It was nearly seven hours later before anyone did. And that
conversation would be burned in his memory forever.
“We can’t find them. We’ve been to five
different hospitals and nobody seems to know nothing about nobody named Thomas
being admitted. He and his missus ain’t nowhere.” Roy had listened to the
entire conversation via speakerphone.
“You mean to tell me that an ambulance
came to the house, took the couple away, and not one hospital has a record of
it?” He didn’t answer his question right away, but before Roy could tell him
to fucking answer him, the idiot spoke.
“Well, you see…the ambulance that was
here was called City Ambulance. There ain’t no City Ambulance nowhere. We even
checked with the local firehouse. He said he ain’t never heard of it.” The man
gave a little laugh before he continued. “It might be one of those fly-by-night
kinds. You know, here today and gone today.”
Roy stepped out of his house, pulled his
gun, and fired three times into the air. It was either do that or he would have
shot the fucking phone. He had walked back into the house to tell Harris to
stay at the house and wait for him. He’d be there in the morning.
And when they arrived at the house, it
was to find it empty of every possession the couple had owned. Not only that,
but someone had cleaned the place up and even swept the fucking floor. There
were still marks on the carpet from it. He glared at the note again.
“You know that’s what chaps my ass the
most. The fucking bastards had left a note.” He picked it up again, this time
having to straighten it out after he’d crumpled it.
“Thank you for stopping by,” the note
read. “Sorry they’re not here, but we gave the Thomases a better life, one that
guaranteed that they would live a good deal longer. Fondly yours….”
“Who do you suppose left it?” Harris
said. Roy glared at him. “I’m only asking because if we knew that, then we
could find them, and then Jonny.”
“No shit, you fucking genius. You think
that, do you?” Roy walked away before he killed him too, mimicking the man. “ Because
if we knew that, then we could find them, and then Jonny.”
He had to find her. His clients were starting
to get pissed about the deposit they’d given him and no panther. How the fuck
was he supposed to run a business when his star attraction was nowhere to be
found? Damn it, all she had to do was hang around their house for a few days,
steal a few things that they wouldn’t even miss, and then go someplace else.
What the fuck was her problem? And now that he’d “killed” her friend, and
someone had taken her parents, he had nothing to hold over her.
“Boss, do you want me to have one of the
wolves have a look around? They might not be able to find the truck, but they
might be able to find out who helped them.” Roy nodded at Harris.
The wolves were stupid anyway. He
figured that they’d be lucky they could find their own ass, much less find a
couple who, for all intents and purposes,
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