Jaime and Roy have been married for two years. Happily married as they call it but most people around them would say they have a weird way of showing it. You don’t go out there minding other people’s business, Roy shouted. Oh I mind, I mind alright, Jaime replied shoving Roy aside as she walked through their front door. Did you see how Harry is treating his wife! That’s not our problem Jaime. Damn it is! If you’re doing that to me I’d like some help from my gender! She said throwing her purse to the couch then quickly followed it with a loud plop. Roy sighed as he walked over to the fridge, opened it, and grabbed the only beer he saw. I’d never do that to you, you know that don’t you? Jaime’s brown eyes lifted to Roy, the glint of annoyance slowly vanishing and replaced by tenderness. She knew Roy would never blatantly bring “another” woman in her presence. Of course I know, you’re the best husband ever, she said as she leaned over to where Roy sat and gave him a swift kiss. Roy put his arms around Jaime’s waist then whispered, don’t do that again, he’s bad news we don’t want to be in his radar. Jaime understood what he meant. She watched enough movies to know those kinds of things and quickly liken Harry to Hyman Roth – appearing harmless but vicious after all. Fine, I’ll shut it next time.
Roy could have sworn he saw something else when all the drama Jaime was orchestrating began. He didn’t call it before because his wife’s shouting echoed in the whole building. Brat. But now he remembered who the face belongs to – that’s Lancaster – he said. Hmm what? Jaime mumbled half asleep beside him. He looked at her carefully making sure she didn’t wake up. When he was sure he let out a deep breath and turned his head again staring at the ceiling. That’s Lancaster, he thought silently. Hairier and a little blondish but that’s him.
Bobby Lancaster has been missing for years. Ever since The Daily assigned Harry Black to Roy, he’s been tailgating that wagon and Lancaster is his best highway. Only problem is Lancaster is nowhere to be seen. He had questions and only the accountant can give him the answers.
Before Jaime opened her eyes she reached out her hands looking for that familiar warmth but there was nothing. She sat up and pouted, Roy where are you, she yelled to the room. The room didn’t answer so she grumbled as she walked out of the bedroom. When she got to the kitchen it was empty too. No Roy, no morning coffee, no bacon. Asshead, she hissed at that last one. They may not be the breakfast in bed kind of people but there’s always bacon in the morning. She went to the fridge to get a pack when she found his note – something came up, I’ll be back soon. Something came up, she snorted. Then she discovered there’s no frozen bacon so she whined even louder. This is the worst morning ever!
Deciding that she’ll do anything to turn the day around, Jaime drove to the grocery, parked in her favorite spot then walked on with a mission. When she got everything she needed for the epic breakfast – pancakes, tomato and cheese omelette, coffee, and of course bacon – she threw the bags in the back seat daydreaming about the delicious that was about to happen. Her stomach grumbled again but this time it sounded faraway. She turned to scan the parking lot and only saw Mr. Perkins perched on his usual spot on the doorway bench reading the paper. Good morning Mr. Perkins, she yelled to him but either he didn’t hear or didn’t care. The grumble came again but now it sounded like grunts and moans from the back of the supermarket building. Jaime not accustomed to minding her own business couldn’t ignore her curiosity. She closed her car door and ran towards the sound. A huddle of sunglasses and black jacket wearing men stood between two black navigators, not exactly morning material she thought. Their backs were on her so they didn’t notice her faint steps as she inched slower to take a small peek at what was keeping them occupied. But one of the men gave a low blow to the guy who was kneeling in the middle of the huddle. When the familiar hair, shirt, and shoes finally registered, Jaime let out a worried yelp. No Roy! All sunglasses suddenly turned to her and Jaime realized how scary big these men are. Jaime, get out of here! Roy coughed out on swollen lips. But Jaime wasn’t having that, she shoved between two jackets and kneeled beside Roy. Are you okay, her hands cupping his face while her thumbs gliding his cheeks. Jaime didn’t hear his answer because she can see from the corner of her eyes all the black jackets hovering closely over them and she knew bad news is on them.
In my back packet. No the other back packet, Jaime complained. She couldn’t see Roy but she knew he is in a terrible position as well but he has to get to the keys so they can tear themselves free. Turn a little I can’t reach it, Roy said pain obvious in his voice. Jaime turned and raised her butt a little while sending her face flat to the floorboard of the trunk. The position hurt her shoulders but she didn’t care. A few more seconds and then she felt her keys slide out, I got it, Roy whispered just as the car stopped.
Two black jackets dragged them out without even caring if they hit their heads on the lids. Roy saw Jaime fell to her knees while holding her head so he reached for her but air rushed from his lungs and spots invaded his vision as he felt another blow in his gut. Don’t play around, the one who hit him said with a smirk, bring them inside, he then commanded to no one in particular. The building was old, dark, and creepy. It’s exactly how these kinds of things look in the movies. Oh God they’re going to kill us here, Roy thought as his heart ran just a little bit faster. He moved to the side of Jaime, eyes scanning for escape while he tried to hide what he was doing with his bind. What is it, Jaime whispered at the same time a laugh broke from behind them – Roy Lee you wanted to talk to me?
Roy turned and saw the face he’s been looking for so long. Sorry to meet you here Lee, not a lot of people ask for me these days you know, gotta be careful. Lancaster, Roy breathed, I just – want an interview, is that it? Lancaster interrupted. You’re putting me in a bad place Lee, I don’t like it, his eyes fell on Jaime, she your wife? Roy froze. After a few seconds Lancaster continued, look you saw what you shouldn’t, got curious, then you start askin, it got loud, I become a compromise, a fucking compromise Lee! He shouted right in Roy’s face, fisting Roy’s shirt. You know what that means don’t you Lee? Like a child Roy just nodded, sweat falling from his brows to his lids. We’re not gonna talk, he’s not gonna talk, I promise you, Jamie interfered. Please just let us go, she sobbed to Roy’s shoulders. Lancaster nodded to the jacket behind Roy then began, I have to end this Lee before it becomes the end of me. And with that the two jackets started to drag Jaime and Roy once again. No stop it! Jaime protested, please!
Jaime begged. Roy heard her screams but his mind was louder! He pulled his now free hands away before the jacket could get to them and when the jacket tried to reach again, Roy went for the gun in his waist then kicked his groin like how he would a football. In most situations a hand-to-hand combat is the ideal route but Roy knew he’s got no chance in a fight against these goons so he grabbed the jacket in a chokehold and aimed the gun at his head. Let us go, Roy said as he faced Lancaster again. Silence filled the building as two sets of eyes refused to make the first blink. On the side Jaime and her captor are frozen mid struggle. When Lancaster just about opened his mouth a sharp sound startled all of them, followed by footsteps from the opened doorway. There’s no need for that Mr. Lee. Roy heard Lancaster hit the floor as his eyes found a figure come out of the shadows. I have no need for him anymore.
Roy forgot to breathe for two seconds as he took in the eyes that were slicing him in half. He’s finally got the answer he’s been looking for but now he’s got a different question. Do you want to go on a long vacation in a remote island in Asia Jaime, he said without a blink.