Page 17 of Dirty Behavior

But his last heir to everything wasn't going to be present. I didn't want to leave myself vulnerable or get caught up in something I wasn't ready for yet.

Thoughts of my father brewed something else, another memory that had a tendency to float up over the years. A moment in my life when I was younger where everything changed, coming to a head in setting the stones for my creation.

For his creation.

Tapping the window that separated the driver from the back, he lowered it and asked, “Yes, Mr. Pisani?”

“Take me to the park and ride off Route Seventy Eight.”

“But, Sir, I was told to drive you to the bar.”

“No,” I barked, shaking my head sternly. “I just need you to take me to the park and ride.” Holding out a fifty, I nudged it at him through the window. “And keep it between us, can you do that?”

“I. . . I—Sir, I can't accept—”

Flipping up another fifty, I asked, “Can you do it now?”

The old man nodded, reaching back and grabbing the cash. “What will I tell them, Sir?”

“Tell them I never got back in.”

---