AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 10: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 29th

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     I tried to ignore it and spent my 
time racking my brain for a way to     
tell someone about Frankie without get-
ting the Cat killed or me fired.       
     Unfortunately, my fantasy world   
was no help at all. The best it could  
do was Beth blowing the door open with 
a shotgun, while I dragged Alicia and  
Sherrie in to show them the evidence.  
     Yeah, that would work.            
     Seconds turned into minutes and   
hours turned into days, but luckily, at
lunch, I was able to check my phone,   
and saw that D had sent me a text.     
     "What do you want?" was his short 
reply. That was code for me to call him
up on a public pay phone.              
     Those weren't as easy to find as  
they used to be, before everyone       
started carrying cell phones around,   
but if you knew where to look, they    
weren't impossible to find.            
     So, after reading his text, I went
across the street to use the one at    
this coffee shop that turned into a bar
after six. I liked the place. Beth and 
I even met there a couple times, before
she moved in.                          
     They were one of the very few     
businesses around, that I knew about   
anyway, that actually had a working    
public pay phone. It also had an honest
to God booth to sit in, and folding    
doors you could close for privacy.     
     Once I got inside and closed the  
doors, I called D.                     
     First, he made sure I was in a    
public, and I quickly described it to  
him, down to the folding doors.        
     I heard him whistle, “Damn, that's
old school.”                           
     Second, he wanted to know if this 
was social or business? I told him     
both, and he told me to give him a     
call, when I got to our usual meeting  
spot.                                  
     “I might be out, so keep trying   
until you get me.”                     
     After what seemed like weeks had  
gone by, my workday finally ended, and 
I know the molasses thing isn’t true,  
but anyone who’s had to do real work   
for a living, knows exactly what I’m   
talking about.                         
     The bar, Joe’s Tavern, was a place
downtown that I’d been to many times   
before, including that night with Beth.
It's where D hung out between jobs, as 
he liked to call them.                 



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CHAPTER 10: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 29th
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