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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     “Oh, that's different,” he’d say  
and begin cleaning another shot glass. 
“Just refresh my memory. What do you   
wanna give me money for again?”        
     I pointed to the beer and shot,   
“These two and the other two I had     
earlier.”                              
     “Oh, Ok, gotcha, one shot and beer
coming right up,” he’d say, and then   
get me another shot and beer, and even 
put them right next to the other two   
that were already there. The ones I    
still hadn't touched or paid for yet.  
     He'd then excuse himself to go    
help someone else at the other end of  
the bar and forget to charge me for    
those two also.                        
     I also had a tab, but he’d never  
let me pay it off. He wouldn't even    
tell me how much it was.               
     It was a long and on-going battle 
that I think is sometimes in his favor,
and sometimes in mine.                 
     I met both Joe and D one night,   
while I was still working for the      
Initiative group.                      
     After a few drinks, and after I   
explained about the Initiative, I      
pulled out one of the spare signature  
sheets that I always kept on me, just  
in case.                               
     Joe, the bartender, not only      
signed it, but also gave me two hundred
dollars to help with the group's       
expenses.                              
     When I asked D to sign it, he just
slowly shook his head.                 
     “People who hurt animals and      
children should be boiled alive,” he   
said, and then added, “I’ll be glad to 
sign.”                                 
     I got excited about that idea,    
but then was repelled, because that    
would mean me. I should be also boiled 
alive.                                 
     In a way, it did seem like poetic 
justice, and maybe that's what I really
did deserve. Shit, that’s exactly what 
I deserved, but those thoughts disap-  
peared when D handed me the thousand   
dollars and paid for what seemed like  
the next four dozen drinks.            
     Luckily for me, I didn’t drunkenly
talk about what I did, but regardless, 
I was late getting started the next    
day. The folks at the Initiative group 
didn’t care, especially after I handed 
them the twelve hundred dollars from   
the night before.                      
     When I walked through the door    
today, I didn't see D anywhere. I waved
at Joe and asked if I could use the pay
phone in the back. He gave me the ok   
sign, followed by two fingers. That    
meant, did I also want a shot and beer?



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