Fitch
“Fitch, come here a second,” Benjamin called from the other end of the shop.
I slid out from beneath the car I was working on and walked over, wrench still in hand.
He led me into his office and sat in his large chair. I couldn’t help but think of the last time I was in that chair with Chloe. I managed to hold back my smirk as Benjamin begun, “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Yeah, anything,” I replied, already skeptical, but masking it with a smile.
He smiled, “I need you to pick up a few cars for me. They’re going to be coming in on the docks tomorrow morning. Seven a.m. or so.”
I knew never to ask for any details with the errands Benjamin sent me on, but I always found myself extra optimistic on those days, because I couldn’t imagine what would happen if I got pulled over by the cops. I guess that’s the problem with taking oversized favors from strangers. Although, I always wondered, in the situation Ricky and I were in, even if we had known all Benjamin’s dark secrets, would we have been able to turn down his help?
“Sure, no problem,” I replied, taking the sheet he held out to me, with the address written on it.
“Guy’s name is Joel; you’ll know him when you see him.”
I nodded, hiding my hesitation behind my submission.
So, you can imagine my fear when I returned and spotted the same car that had been parked across the street since the morning.
I swallowed, keeping an eye on it, but I couldn’t even see the person inside – the windows were tinted. I was so worried.
Benjamin was out, so there was no one I could turn to. Trey was out; Ricky was somewhere – with Lexie, I supposed; Kayla was working at Daisey’s; Chloe was upstairs, but I was certainly not going to drag her into Benjamin’s business.
I guess I could have called Benjamin, but I thought I might just be paranoid.
When the hours ticked by and it was still there, I decided to face it head on. I walked across the street, with as much confidence as I could manage, and tapped on the driver’s window.
Slowly, it was rolled down, and as I took in the large guy in the dark glasses, I stepped back slightly. They looked like Secret Service Agents.
Oh God, I thought.
He stared at me wordlessly. In the passenger’s seat, there was also a guy just as beefy, in dark glasses as well. They both stared, saying nothing, and I was finding it hard to reach for my words.
“Hi.”
I spun around to find a well-dressed woman behind me.
“Hi,” I replied, almost questioningly.
“Did you want something?” she asked.
So it was her car. Who were these people?
“Um . . . well, you’ve been parked here a while. I was wondering if you were looking for somebody,” I replied, thinking fast.
She hesitated, and then looked in the direction of the auto shop. Slowly, she shook her head. She looked afraid, somehow. It reminded me of something—someone.
I frowned, “Did you want something?” I asked, suddenly curious.
“Do you live there?” she asked, gesturing at the auto shop.
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On The Run: Part Two
General FictionIn the most startling ways, everyone is connected. Every single person in this world is connected. You may never know it, and you may never find out how, but know this: in the most startling ways, we are all connected. The second part to the story f...