Superbird (A Thomas Ironcutter Novel) by David Achord

Author:David Achord
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2022-02-07T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 31

I spent the rest of Saturday evening at Mick’s Place, and I let them talk me into playing golf with them Sunday. It was sunny and hot, but I played decently and had an enjoyable day, despite Mick and Wally’s constant barbs. We had a couple of beers at the clubhouse afterward, but I begged off on relocating to Mick’s and went home.

My attorney buddy, Hal Garrison called in the evening and asked if I would serve a half dozen subpoenas for him. I agreed and promised I’d have them served by the end of the week.

“That’ll buy a few extra tools,” I muttered after hanging up.

My first structured payment from the lawsuit was, how shall I put it, plentiful. I’d used it to pay off my mortgage, bought the new Ford Explorer, the old Cadillac Coupe, and a few other goodies. And then I let Sherman talk me into investing a sizeable chunk into the REIT. It was a good deal, but the return on investment would not even begin for two years. The next structured payment from the lawsuit was not due for three years, and even though I was going to get an insurance payout for the arson, it was not going to cover everything I planned on buying to rebuild the shop. So, if I needed to serve a few subpoenas to get a little spending money in my wallet, I was happy to do so. A decent case or three would help as well.

Sherman had all but guaranteed an eight to ten percent return on the REIT investment. He intended to fully retire on his birthday and made a passing comment about my work status.

“With the amount of money you’ll be making, along with the structured payouts, you won’t need to work,” he had said.

He was right. Once the return on investment began, I’d be set. The question is, did I really want to retire? My first instinct was to tell myself no. But, as Ronald pointed out, I’d had too many close calls and I wasn’t getting any younger. Perhaps Sherman was right, and I needed to consider retiring from PI work. I smiled at the thought. I could spend my days fooling around with old cars, maybe take a few golf trips to fancy resorts. It was something to think about.

I fixed a ham and cheese sandwich along with a tall glass of iced water before sitting and listening to my voicemail messages. Unfortunately, all I had were spam calls, a mixture of extended car warranty offers and offers to buy my house. I deleted them all and turned my attention to my emails.

I had three that were solicitations to join various private investigator associations. I eschewed those types of organizations. All they did was take your money every year and give you a certificate of membership. I guess it was something they thought I could hang on the wall and feel important. They didn’t help my business in any form or fashion.

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