Opticon 1 by Renpet

Author:Renpet
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pedobear Books
Published: 2020-06-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Theo climbed out of the Black Cove Downeast. With a final admiring look, he turned to the salesman, Brent Warner, and smiled.

“I’ll take it. Write up the invoice, give me the total, taxes included, and I’ll have the full payment transferred today. When can it be ready for delivery?”

“We’ll arrange for the independent inspection, complete the detailing, and can deliver it to your dock tomorrow morning,” Brent informed him enthusiastically.

“With a full tank and fully equipped, right?”

“Absolutely,” he assured Theo.

“Okay. Let’s do it. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

As a taxi carried Theo to the Wells Fargo branch, he couldn’t help smiling. He felt good. He was excited at having a new toy and excited at the prospect of going out on the water with everyone.

This morning, Kelly had promised to buy bathing suits and promised not to tell the girls about the boat. Even she seemed excited.

The cab slowed and eased around a parked SUV, pulling to the curb in front of Wells Fargo.

“Give me fifteen minutes.”

The cab driver looked at him suspiciously. Theo pulled out forty dollars and handed it to him.

“There’s a sixty dollar tip if you wait.”

The driver nodded, settled back, and turned the radio on.

Theo climbed out, heat hitting him like a wet blanket. The cool air inside the bank was welcome. It took him ten minutes to arrange the transfer of funds. He smiled, picturing the pretty boat, and left.

Walking towards the cab, an insect bit him. He smacked his neck, felt something that wasn’t a bug, and darkness rushed at him. His knees weakened.

Hands grabbed his arms. He felt himself being lifted and carried. Blackness arrived.

Two large men manhandled Harris into the blacked-out Suburban and jumped in.

Pedestrians started yelling, one pointing at the SUV, another running towards it, a third pulling out her Smartphone.

“Go! Go!” one of the men yelled inside the Suburban.

The driver hit the accelerator. Wheels squealed, and the SUV took off, muscling its way into the morning traffic.

The man in the passenger seat pulled out his cell phone and dialed.

“We have Harris and are heading back to Southwest Florida International Airport.” He listened, then responded, “No, sir. The girl wasn’t with him.”

The next silence was longer. The man’s face flushed. “Sorry, sir. We should have followed him, but with the traffic and . . . Yes, sir.”

The SUV dodged through traffic. A Lear was fueled and waiting for them.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.