Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2015 20:59:57 +0000
From: boy racer <boy-driver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mt Pleasant High - Part 5

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES
------
Previously:
   Josh had a babysitting job to do.
   Matt and Chad set a "playdate"
   Journalist is trying to understand what is the connection between those
cops Lopez and Miles and the criminals family, The Monteiros. 
------

PART 5 - THE THINGS I'LL DO FOR CHAD

   Oh another lovely Saturday morning in Ruby Street, in the always
delightful city of Mount Pleasant.
   Josh was defitenely a morning person, he found hard to wake up in a
cranky mood, and he used to wake up before everyone else in the house, so
he could enjoy a little lonely moment before his mother, father and brother
would wake up and turn a lovely morning into a not-so-lovely one, afterall.

   Few miles north, in Georgetown County, a journalist woke up with his
head about to explode, after drinking himself to sleep the night before,
conjecturing the possibilities surrounding his story. The story that could
be THE story every journalist wait for and that comes around once in a life
time. The vodka bottle did the trick to doze him off. Nevertheless he had
to get himself together and go to the office. Certainly he would have some
explanations to give his editor, and he had to convince the man the Gazette
should pay for some private investigators job to watch those crooked cops
around the clock.

   Matt woke up to find out he was alone in the house. Mom and Dad had
already left for their married couple's thing they went to every Saturday
to keep their marriage alive. His older brother slept over someplace,
probably in some chick's bed. Still over one hour before Chad would
come. Time to get a shower and be ready for when his hot date arrived.

   For the first time in months Shawn woke up after an uneventfull night,
he just slept through it. Sex with Josh probably did the trick. Finally. He
waved goodbye to his father as he left for work and went running.

------

   Josh let a pot of coffee to the family and walked down the street, where
the Briggance's car was already in the driveway meaning they were getting
ready to go and it was Josh's time.
   "Perfect timing, Josh..."
   "I just saw the car out in the driveway..."
   Mrs. Briggance walked Josh trhough the job. Nate, her kid, was still
sleeping. He could sleep until 9 am then he had to wake up, practice his
homework for his keyboard class. "Make sure he practices". His breakfast
and lunch are prepared, don't let him dig into candies for he's on a diet.
   The parents were going to visit Mr. Briggance's mother in the retirement
home, a two hour travel south of Mt. Pleasant.
   "I think we covered it all, Mrs. Briggance..."
   "Almost. Can you drive him to his keyboard class? It's two o'clock,
downtown. The address is on the counter."
   "Ok, no problem."
   "Mrs. Blat told me you got your own car earlier this week."
   "I did. And you paid part of it." Josh smiled.
   "Congratulations! Mrs. Blat also told me some new people moved in the
VonBrauns. Have you met them?"

   Mrs. Blat should totally get a life of her own.

   "Yes... I have."
   "I haven't got the time to drop by and say hello... How are them?"
   "Nice people. It's just a father-and-son family. Father's a constructor,
son is my age, highschool student. I befriended him already."
   "How nice... And how's the kid?"
   "Uh, he's ok... From what I got to know, he likes to read a lot, he
started volunteering at the pet shelter..."
   "Really? Must be a nice kid. Better like that. Last thing the street
needs is one of those wrecked teenagers, involved with drugs and this kinda
stuff..."
   "Oh yeah, that would defitenely be a problem, Mrs. Briggance..."

   And he being gay is not a problem, right Mrs. Briggance?

   "Ok, Josh. Thank you again for coming right on time, we better hit the
road now..."

   The Briggances went their way and Josh got inside the house, checked
Nate's breakfast, organic grape juice, a toasted white bread. His lunch was
going to be grilled salmon, rice with some cereals. Weird stuff but better
watch for his weight now than have him suffer later when he gets to
highschool and become one of those chubby kids that get picked on.
   It was a quarter after eight so the kid could sleep another 45
minutes. Time for Josh start reading the book he borrowed, 79 Park
Avenue. Josh had been transported to NY with Marja and Ross when his phone
buzzed the nine-o-clock alarm he had set.
   All right. Let's wake up that kid. He entered the room to find Nate
asleep.
   "Nate? Nate... Wake up!"
   The kid remained asleep, tucked under the sheets. Josh tried again, but
no success. He snapped his fingers, that trick was subtle and usually
worked, but not this time. He pulled the sheets away from Nate and saw what
wasn't his choice of sight at that moment. The kid was stark naked! With
his tiny thingy stone hard pointing up.
   "Oh, crap!"
   He just threw the sheets over Nate again and this time clapped to wake
him.
   "Da-fuck! What's going on?"
   "Good morning, Nate..."
   "Oh, man... Why'd you wake me up?"
   "Coz your mother told me to. Get up, get up. Time for your breakfast and
you have some practicing to do."
   Nate protected his boy pride under the sheets and didn't make a move for
leaving the bed.
   "Are you waiting for a formal invitation to get out of the bed?"
   "Oh, could you... I mean... I..."
   "Oh, yes, shit. I'm gonna give you some privacy, of course."

   Nate's keyboard was in the garage, that also served as his 'practice
room'. Josh adjusted himself in a folding chair while the kid started
playing, book in hand. Josh sort of recognized that tune he was playing but
paid no attention to it. That was not his job. Shawn saw him as he came
back from his morning run.
   "Hey Josh. Babysitting already?"
   "Yup. Come over, I want you to meet Nate."
   "Nate... Look, this is Shawn, the new neighbor."
   "Hey, sup?"
   "Hey bro... What you playing?"
   "It's just a thing for my keyboard class this afternoon."
   "Can I see the sheet?"
   "Sure."

   Shawn looked at it as who's actually understanding what was written with
those musical symbols. Josh didn't think he knew that.

   "It's not that hard, right?"
   "No. I'm just having a hard time keeping the rythm..."
   "All right Shawn, let the kid practice. Come here with me."
   "Wait up, Josh... Here, Nate. I'll snap my fingers to walk you through
the 'tempo'."

   Shawn sat on a chair and started snapping his finger and Nate started
the intro. Nate went trhough it without stopping every few chords like he
was doing before. Next thing Josh knew was Shawn singing.
   "Love. Love will keep us together. Think of me, babe, whenever... Some
sweet talking girl comes along..."

   Really? Shawn could sing? And he could sing very fucking well! The book
was soon forgotten. Josh was now only paying attention to Shawn and
Nate. After a few times playing with the snap keeping up the rythm, Nate
was able to play on his own.
   "You never told me you could sing that well."
   "You never asked. I also play a guitar a little."
   "Oh, that is a nice thing I didn't know."
   "What? Should I have said that upfront, like 'hi I'm Shawn, and I play
guitar'?"
   "Well, you are a talented dude. Not to mention I think guitar players
are so hot."
   "Oh... Horny this morning, aren't we?"

   Josh winked and smiled.

   "Listen, Nate. I'm going inside, drink some water. You ok playing here?"
   "Sure... I'm almost nailing this thing."
   "Keep playing, huh? Wait for me to come back..."

   "Come on inside, Shawn..."

   Though unexplainable to Josh, Shawn singing turned him on and he
couldn't just let it go like that. They went into the Briggances kitchen
and Josh started kissing Shawn who didn't play shy, and made out with him.
   "Are you crazy, Josh? In the neighbor's kitchen?"
   "What's wrong? It's crazy. But it's good crazy... Nate won't come in..."

   The temperature of the kissing went up and up and soon enough Josh's
hands were all over Shawn's running shorts, and that thin fabric seemed it
was made to look sexy.
   "You're driving me crazy, Josh."
   Shawn felt his shorts going down to his thighs and he was now with his
back to the wall while Josh worked his way down.
   "Wait, Josh. I'm all sweaty. I didn't even have the chance to shower."
   "Who cares? Man, I just want it... Really want it now..."
   "Oh, fuck, just go on then..."

   That was risky and maybe because of that it felt so right. Josh engulfed
that cock, sweaty and all and his nose soon was buried in that strong
scented hot boy pubic hair. That was a real smell of cock and Josh couldn't
tell why that was simply a huge turn on. All he knew was that he had to do
it, and he couldn't take long, so he sucked and jerked Shawn off at the
same time as he felt the first drops of his sweat running on his forehead
and his neck. His lips and tongue on that delicious cock head drove Shawn
to a wild insane mood, he just grabbed Josh's head and started face fucking
him. Josh worked his tongue in the shaft length as it slided into his
mouth. It wasn't long before Josh felt it, the hot delicious juice,
flooding his mouth, all over his tongue and dripping through his lips.
   "Oh, Josh... You're gonna get me used to this real easy."
   Josh felt the cum reaching his chin.
   "Come here, Josh..."
   Shawn licked his cum off Josh's chin then went kissing him, tasting his
own cum in his neighbor's mouth...
   "Oh, that was good, Shawn..."
   "You are crazy, you know that?"
   "I'm not crazy, I just couldn't resist your cock in those running
shorts... But now I think you better go back..."
   "Wait, I came here to ask you something."
   "What?"
   "I wanna have my hair cut, and I found this salon on the web I wanna go
to. What do you think of going with me, to help me choose the style?"
   "Do you wanna cut it how? Short?"
   "Yeah."
   "Really? Why? It looks so cute..."
   "Well... Time for a change, you know?"
   "Ok... Maybe I should invite Matt too, what do you think?"
   "Oh yeah. The more, the merrier."

------

   Richard Desbordes was no strange to having a morning hangover, just one
more to his life long collection. All he had to do was run it by. Some
things helped him in that situations. Drink a gallon of water was one of
them, that's what he did before going heading out of his apartment. He
lived above a gym in a corner of Main Street in Georgetown, few blocks from
the Gazette. The walk down the stairs to get his car in the alley seemed an
awful one.
   As he entered the Gazette building, the receptionist told him he had a
message. That usually meant there was a post it on his computer screen. He
was going to see it anyway, but it was her job to tell him that yellow
piece of paper was there. Fair enough. This time though it was not a small
piece of paper, it was a letter sized message written with a black marker
in capitals: MEET ME FIRST THING. If anyone let you a message without the
sender, that message came from the editor. Richard walked to his office,
that always had the door opened to send the message that he was always
opened to talk to his journalists. If the door was ever closed, heads would
be seen up the stalls and gossip flew freely as to why the door was closed.
   "You wanted to see me chief?"
   "Oh you bet your ass I did. Where's my story you were out the office the
whole day yesterday. Didn't you get anything publishable?"
   "Yes I did, sir."
   "So why am I not seeing it on the paper?"
   "Because... Can I shut the door?"
   "If you need to, go ahead."

   "Here's the thing, I got this very publisable piece of the story but I
don't want to let it out."
   "Care to elaborate?"
   "See for yourself chief."

   Richard played the video of the cold blooded killing to the editor and
his jaw dropped.
   "Why in the hell is this not on the first page!?"
   "Because there's more to it."
   "What is that for instance?"

   Richard explained the mysterious story about the alleged money and the
fact that Internal Affairs knew nothing about it. The Ballistics report
saying the crime scene was met the standards when the video let it clear it
happened otherwise. And he told his suspicions about the Capo Monteiro
being rescued from prison. Richard then asked if he needed to go further
with the explanation or just go ahead with the story.
   "What's gonna be necessary to get the whole story?"
   "Glad you asked that. I need private investigators."
   "You said it plural."
   "Yes. I need to keep those cops under surveillance around the clock."

   Then followed the usual 'are you insane' sort of talking Richard was
used to whenever he wanted to spend the paper's money. He knew how to do it
and finally convinced the editor it was worth giving it a try. The promise
if everything paid off was to have the Gazette biggest story in years.

------

   Matt applied some body lotion in his body after shower, waiting for Chad
to arrive. He was smelling like vanilla by then and he treated his ass very
nice. There was some hair in his ass crack and Matt thought of Josh's ass
crack, real smooth, virtually no hair down there, what made it so
delightful when he licked his way around that boy hole. He wished his ass
was like that and he could have it waxed. But where would he go to get that
done?
   He looked around the room trying to get it all fixed to set a nice
scenario for Chad and him.
   Am I going a little overboard with all of this? I mean, he's just gonna
come and fuck... Oh whatever, I want it to be nice. Matt couldn't recognize
himself worried with the room for that boy to fuck him. But that boy was
Chad Campbell. He was worth it.

   Chad arrived few minutes after nine. He was wearing tank tops and
shorts. As they walked up the stairs, he was already feeling up Matt's
butt. After they locked up in Matt's bedroom the making out began and the
stripping off. Matt soon was ordered on his knees and started sucking the
jock. Chad was all athletic and stuff but he really fell short when it came
to the size of his junk. All in al it was only 5 inches and three
quarters. Who's complaining?
   Matt took the not so big cock as an advantage, he could have it whole
inside his mouth with really no problem, driving Chad crazy in the
process. Chad fell down to the bed and Matt kept sucking him ever so
passionately. Then another round of making out, with Matt taking the
oportunity to kiss Chad's chest, abs, the whole nine yards.
   Since Chad started screwing boys, he developed a taste for them. Those
fags were so much easier than girls. He could skip the dating, charming,
flattering, eventual gifts... It had all the perks of sex, without that
lazy thing of getting to first base in one date, second in the other. It
was like football. Grab the ball and run, run like hell to get the
touchdown. At first he avoided the kissing. But the second fag he screwed
was a cute one (he wouldn't admit that even under torture), so when the boy
motioned the kiss, he just let it happen... And he liked it.
   Matt was the fourth boy he fucked. The first was a kid from the team, a
drunk deal. They fucked two times before the guy decided it was not his
thing and begged Chad to never bring it up ever again. The second was the
history teacher son, that was a total fag, he knew from start, and an easy
one. Few times they talked, Chad grabbing his pack and bam! He fucked him
so good. Nice butt. Total whore. The only problem was Chad was afraid to be
seen with that boy. He wanted some fella to go steady yet with total
discretion. Matt was that guy. Or he could be.
   "Chad... Do you eat ass?"
   "I've done it a few times... You want me to?"
   "Yeah..."
   Chad went through it and Matt was up in the stars though he soon stopped
the rimming.
   "Didn't you like doing it?"
   "It's cool... Your ass smells nice and all... but..."
   "But what?"
   "You gotta lotta hair down there, you know?"
   Matt chuckled a little embarrassed. Although with no reason.
   "If you want, I can have it waxed."
   "Would you do that?"
   "Well... Yes..."
   Matt was just another cocksucker. Even though he didn't look fag at all,
he was just that. Another guy Chad could have on his call that would do
whatever he wanted. That was it. Matt was defitenely the guy he could go
steady with.
   Chad went through Matt ass once again, lubing up that hole he just
decided was going to be his, then placed his cock on that puker and pushed
in without much warning.
   Matt moaned in a little pain, obviously not because of the size of the
shaft but due to the unexpectedness of it. Soon enough he was ok with that
and Chad fucking him. Chad loved to see his faggot on all fours for him
while he let the bitch have it, his cock would go all the way out and then
slam it in with one thrust. Matt didn't complain a single time. The jock
had his hands with a good grip on his bottom-fag hips. Clearly all he cared
about was that he was getting off quite nicely. The bottom was of less
importance. Matt was no clueless and noticed the difference between Chad
and Josh. His life long friend cared about his partner in sex but Matt was
willing to take it first because he really liked Chad, second he wanted to
be with him, hang around with his boys in the school. Chad wasn't too long
before shooting his load. When he announced it was coming, Matt just made
him a request that was totally new to him.
   "Milk my face, Chad..."
   That was new, but, well, that would be hot to do and to see.
   Chad took his cock out Matt's tight ass and started jerking it off while
Matt turned on his back. He just got his cock close to his partner's face
and let him have it. A very good load of cum on his face... Few droplets in
his mouth, then a rope of cum in his cheek, a little above his
eyebrow. That unusual request seemed to have an effect on Chad, since he
came a lot more that he was used to.
   After the sex, they both collapsed onto the bed, wasted.

   They engaged in a conversation before Chad was ready for a second round
and Matt let it out that school was going to be great this year, and he
gave the impression that he was automatically accepted among Chad's
friends.
   "We never talked about that."
   Matt was turned down flat. He was disappointed, swallowed that one hard
and the sepulchral silence established itself in the room. Chad didn't want
to let him down that way. After all, he intended to have that ass whenever
he wanted.
   "Listen. I didn't mean you're not hang around with me... You know, if we
go like that, no one can know about whatever we do, right?"
   "Ok... It's fine by me... I don't wan people finding out this stuff
about me either."
   "And also, to convince the guys from the team you're worth to be around
school with us, you'd have to prove you're worth it."
   "What do you mean?"
   "I mean you would have to do something for me."
   "Like I'm a pledge?"
   "No. It's just something to prove you're worth it for me. Will you do
that?"
   "Depends on what you want..."
   "You know I like to fuck cute fags asses, right?"
   "Yes..."
   "So, why don't you get me some nice cute faggot for me, then I'll know
you really deserve to be one of my friends in school."

   That was really an odd request. Matt got thinking about how weird and
wicked that was.

   "Maybe you're not up to it..."
   "No, it's not that... It's just..."
   "Man, you're thinking too much about it... I just want you to get me
some guy to fuck... We may even have a threesome out of it. You, me and the
faggot."
   "The only guy I know who's gay, though we never talked about it, it's
Philip Wilker..."
   "History teacher's son?"
   "Yeah."
   "Fucked him already..."

   This Chad guy wasted no time. He fucked little Philip. Well, Matt wasn't
really friends with Philip but he was a nice guy, totally 'doable'.
   Matt then thought of Josh, who said himself that Chad was hot. Maybe he
would be up to it.
   "Got an idea, Chad. Check this guy here..." And he showed a picture of
Josh he had in his mobile.
   "That's more like it. I know this kid... What's his name?"
   "Josh. Davenport."
   "He's got the faggy looks..."
   "You think?"
   "Yeah, I mean, look at his hair, so gay... His face man... it's not a
man face, it's like a boy face..."

   The fag or gay definition for some people is absolutely so
shallow. Really? Being cute means being gay? Or have the littlest care for
your own looks means you're gay? This Chad guy had the thoughts of a 1950's
man.

   "Ok, Chad. I'll talk to Josh..."
   "If he's into it and I get to fuck him, I'll straighten the guys out so
you'll be accepted as a member of the 'gang'."

   Matt thought being popular was worth anything. But was it? Highschool is
not the END of life. Some people think being popular in school makes you be
something. Matt was willing and able to join that group.

   Josh called Matt a little after Chad had left the house, happy as a clam
he fucked twice in the morning.
   Matt was totally into going with Shawn and Josh to get that hair cut.
   "Ok, so around one-thirty get your ass over here..."
   "Ok, bye..."

   Matt was already thinking of how talk Josh into doing that.

------

   The VW Golf was loaded with Josh on the driver's seat, Matt next to him
in the passenger's. Shawn and Nate were in the back seat. They were driving
downtown with the radio on, when a song started playing. Sweet Home
Alabama. Josh and Matt started screaming, shouting, laughing out
loud. Shawn and Nate were surprised by that.
   "What the fuck?" Shawn wanted to know.
   "It's Matt's song!"
   Matt and Josh were banging their heads and sort of dancing, they sang
the song out loud and hysterically.

   "Big wheels keep on turning, carry me home to see my kin! Singing songs
about the Southland..."

   That really meant nothing, and meant everything to their
friendship. Turns out that about three years back, Matt's family spent
vacations in Alabama and when Matt came back, he was influenced by the
southern accent. Josh kept teasing him everytime he spoke something carried
on the southern style. He would just sing "Sweet home Alabama, where the
skies are so blue..." And they would both laugh at it. Matt would respond
that Josh was Neil Young in the lyrics and say: "A southern man don't need
him around anyhow!" That was really something that best friends sometimes
have. Meant nothing, but it had deep meaning. No one else would
understand. Every time they listened to that song ever after, that thing
would come back in their minds, and they would have a lot of laugh out of
it.

   "Well I hope Neil Young will remember (what do you say folks?), a
southern man don't need him around anyhow... Sweet home Alabama... Where
the skies are so blue..."

   When the boys on the front seats started their crazy reaction to the
song, Shawn just took his phone and started recording a video of them. Nate
was blushing so hard ashamed of being in the same car with those wackos.
   They stopped at a red light, and a car with some girls stopped beside
them. The girls were having a blast seeing those good looking boys acting
so crazy. Poor Nate just ducked down to not be seen around those nutjobs.
   Matt and Josh were all-hands-on-the-air no worries in the world
whatsoever... That was defitenely fun to watch. Shawn managed to get the
whole thing on video. They didn't go back normal until the song faded.

   Josh and Matt laughed until their stomachs hurt and their eyes watered,
taking Shawn along in the process. Nate, who wasn't used to the older boys
being so crazy, at first was a little ashamed, but at the end was laughing
as well. Nate was dropped in his destination and the boys followed to the
salon.
   "So where is it, Shawn?"
   "Says here, the corner of 7th and Madison Ave."
   "Woo... It sounds expensive..."
   "Why do you say that, Matt?"
   "Because it is, Josh. When it's my parents wedding anniversary, my dad
treats my mom to a whole day of pampering in one of those expensive salons
on the 7th."
   Josh searched Shawn in his rear view mirror as he said:
   "Well, I don't care. I saved a lot of money in hair style over the years
I had my hair long. Now I deserve to be pampered. I have some pennies I
saved." His eyes had met Josh's and he just winked, as they both knew what
was that money he'd saved. The money they found in the sugarcane.

   Flo's Hair & Beauty was picked by Shawn because its website offered
extreme makeover. Shawn didn't want a extreme makeover, he just wanted not
to be easily recognizable in a crowd. Totally different hair, throw in
glasses, different clothing style, bam! Shawn Hunter would be a fully
formed persona. Up until now he looked like mosaic. Flo was advertised on
the website as an outgoing person and her salon was gay and straight
friendly.
   The Flo's wasn't really that expensive. It was not your average Joe
barber shop off main street but it wasn't those high end high profile
coiffeur that charge by the minute.

   Flo herself (or himself) welcomed the boys. She was quite a
character. Funny, ice breakin jokes up on her sleeve at all times. The
unmistakable ability to conduct business assured Flo to have her/his salon
full whenever. Shawn wanted Flo and agreed to pay some extra to have his
appointment on this Saturday. The beauty of having a briefcase filled with
money. Only in these special situations Flo would do the job herself,
otherwise on of her highly qualified employees could handle anything. Under
her supervision, of course.

   "So you must be the young Shawn Hunter."
   "And I take you are Flo... Those are my friends, Josh Davenport and
Matt..."
   "Jeniker. Matt Jeniker."
   "Walk with me boys, we're going to my little place."
   The salon was really a big house from the 60's in a sort of Californian
architecture, with big glass walls, and Flo's place was in the third floor,
a really nice place. Looking out, Josh could see almost all Madison Ave.

   Shawn quickly settled for a variation of surfer top style. Neither Josh
or Matt nor Shawn really knew much about hair styles and their
definitions. They knew Shawn chose a nice looking one.
   Flo, the man dressed in woman's clothes, had her assistant wash Shawn's
hair while Matt came to her:
   "Excuse me, Miss Flo, you guys here do wax?"
   "Sure, hon... Is this wax for yourself?"
   "Yes... I was thinking..."

   Josh started paying attention to that, well, he never knew Matt was into
waxing anything.

   "Where? Armpits, Chest?"
   "Actually it's more down south, you know..."

   Josh was already blushing so bad!

   "The front part?"
   "Nope... It's the..."
   "The tushy?"

   Shawn was coming back with the 'hair-washing-girl' and couldn't help but
burst out laughing when he heard that. Josh was terribly red but started
laughing too...

   "The tushy and... more inwards..."
   "Don't worry sweetie... Here at Flo's we are among friends, right?"

   "I can't believe I'm hearing such a thing." Josh barely could say a
thing.
   "You don't know about it, because you have nothing down there... You
know? Not everyone is as lucky..."

   That was it. Josh blushed all over again...
   "Oh, you're making your friend blush so bad! Let's go here, behind this
stall... Let's see what we're dealing with..."

   Josh looked at Shawn for guidance, but he was really about to laugh out
loud all over again...
   "Seriously, Shawn?"
   "You told me Matt can't really keep his mouth shut. You didn't
exaggerate not a single bit."
   They could over hear 'miss' Flo and Matt.

   "Ok, hon, now bend over a little... Yes, like that... Right, now spread
it."
   Josh could absolutely not believe.
   "All right. It's not a big deal... I can get Sandra to do it in no
time..."
   When 'Miss' Flo came out with her smile, Josh and Shawn just couldn't
hold it anymore, and let it out... Big, large, loud laughs.

   In about two hours they were out of there. Their jaws hurt from so much
laughing.

------

   Mark White-Robertson, the private investigator the Gazette was now
responsible for paying couldn't really believe his eyes when, in a Saturday
twilight hour, he saw the two policemen he'd been hired to watch on coming
out of that sugarcane field. Really? What-the-fuck? Mark knew he was not
paid to think, but to register every single step of his targets. Later on,
the guys went to a honky tonk and surprisingly met the hot-shot lawyer
Darlene Mayer. Mark had no disguise to get in and hear the whole
conversation because Darlene knew him, if he tried he would blow his
cover. He took notes of whatever he could get without being noticed.

   "What the fuck are you guys waiting?
   As far as I know, the money is not 'our' problem anymore.
   Well if you can't find it, what can I do for you? I know you too killed
my client's nephews.
   My boss is waiting. It has to be done quickly, The judge may overrule
the previous decision whenever!
   Ok, You'll be hearing for me..."

   Mark could hear only what the lawyer said. He didn't know he was going
to deal with Shark-Mayer. She's smart and if she noticed him, all the job
would have to be flushed down. When the womas stood up to leave the cops,
Mark could get one last thing:

   "Want some advice? Find that money, no matter how. It's your money
now. My clients consider it already paid for."

   That had some threatening tone.
   He had it all with photos, description, everything Richard Desbordes
asked for. Later he would give him a full report.

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   Josh dropped Matt at his house then headed with Shawn to Ruby Street. In
the way they finally got to talk about how they would answer the journalist
message. Should they let him on to what they knew? Here's what they agreed
to write:

   "Mr. Desbordes

   I do have information about the money. I actually saw the men in the
Black Ford Taurus dumping it on a sugarcane field, nearby St. Claire's
church.
   About a name, you see, this thing seemed fishy from square one. I'll
just give you a first name: Josh.
   Meeting with you, I don't know if it's necessary.

   One last thing: I'd like to know the origin of the money."

   "You think we're good with it, Josh?"
   "I guess. Maybe we shouldn't even talk to him. Clearly he knows no shit
about the money."
   "So what? We just keep the money?"
   "Well, frankly Shawn. I think that's what we have to do. Wait a long
time until we start doing something with it."
   "I couldn't agree more."
   "Unless, of course, something else happens, and we discover the money
belongs to someone who deserves to have it back."

   Josh was starting to change his mind over the money.

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   When the journalist read the "Josh" e-mail he thought that the person
writing the e-mail was the person that HAD the money. When the PI gave him
the first report on the cops, he was totally assured of that: he had the
person with the money.

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End of chapter 5
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