Page 24 of Jason's Justice
“What’s up? Your messages sounded desperate.”
“Not so much desperate as frustrating.”
“Talk to me, George,” Larry said calmly. But he was anything but calm on the inside.
“Where’s your bitch of a daughter?”
“First, she’s not my daughter, she’s my step-daughter, and I have no clue where she is?”
“What does your wife have to say about her whereabouts?”
“Nothing,” Larry said on a sigh.
“What do you mean, nothing?”
“My wife left a couple of months ago, I came home and found a note that she was taking time off to regroup, not to contact her. Three weeks ago, I was served with finalized divorce papers, along with a note to take my stuff and vacate her house.”
“Did you?”
“Yes, I moved permanently into the apartment you told me to house the girls in when we got them off the street. You know, until the doctor could come and give them a clean bill of health.”
“Shit.” George scrubbed his face and shook his head. “I need to find that bitch.”
“Which one?” Larry winced as he asked that question.
“The lying bitch, Katherine. I know she lied while on the stand. Her lies sent my baby boy to prison for the rest of his life. He doesn’t belong there, he belongs with me. He was moving up in the organizations.”
“You’re not going to like what I have to say, here.”
“Just fucking say it.”
“Well, first, a court of law, and twelve jurors found Katherine not only not guilty, or innocent, they exonerated her. That means she can never be tried for a murder she didn’t commit in the first place. Second, and I mean no disrespect, but I’m only stating facts here, but if your precious baby boy hadn’t been fucking someone in the back of the car while Katherine was driving, then he attacked her while driving, then in my opinion,he is right where he belongs. Third, you’re either going to fire me or shoot me here on the spot for this next thing I’m going to say.”
“What’s that?”
“You fucked up.”
“How?”
“Why did you put a BOLO out on Katherine stating she’s wanted for questioning by the FBI in this investigation? It’s fucking closed. She had nothing to do with it!” Larry could feel his cheeks heating up, and his insides were beginning to tremble in his rage toward the other man.
“Because I need that fucking bitch!”
“Why?”
They were screaming at each other now, both on their feet with their fists clenched. As much as Larry wanted to pummel Grayson, he knew it wasn’t time.
“Because when I get my hands on that fucking whore, I’m going to sell her with the other whores, but not before I have her so strung out on drugs that she will be pliable to her buyer. I know just the right sick fuck to control her. He’s promised me that no one will ever find any part of Katherine ever again.”
“That’s sick, all because you’re fucking butt hurt that your precious baby boy couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and wanted to shut up his girlfriend, and not his side piece of ass?”
Larry stumbled back when Grayson’s fist connected with his jaw, and he only shook his head and glared at him for a good two minutes before he turned on his heel and walked out of the office. He ignored the shouts following his departure. He went to his office, gathered the information he knew he would need as an insurance policy, then left the building.
In the parking lot, he ignored his company issued vehicle, walked six blocks, hopped on a bus, and went as far as it would go to his ex-wife’s house. Once there, he didn’t waste any time gathering what he had hidden there, and once he had the files,cash, and a passport, he left the home, locking it behind him, and shoving the key in the mail slot. He then went several blocks, and caught a different bus to go in the opposite direction. Once he was there, he was able to retrieve a vehicle registered in a fake name he’d had stored there for months. After driving around aimlessly, he stopped to fill the tank, then headed toward his intended destination.
His hands were in white-knuckled grips the entire way to his destination, and when he arrived, he couldn’t seem to release his grip on the steering wheel, but he did it. He grabbed the two duffel bags he’d packed from his office and former home. He made his way to the front door, held his breath as he rang the doorbell. It was a few minutes before it was answered and he got the response he thought he would when Lyle Anderson opened his front door.
“What the fuck areyoudoing here, Mason?”
