AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 13: FRIDAY, OCTOBER 31st

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     I whispered, “Amy!?” one more     
time, and then, after a little wait,   
grabbed the garbage and went to do the 
rest of my eight hours. Every minute of
it, worried out of my freakin’ mind.   
     What the hell had happened, and   
then it dawned on me.                  
     Holy Christ! I thought, she       
must’ve told the night-crew about      
Frankie.                               
     It's the only thing that explained
all the weirdness.                     
     The guard with the gun, and the   
cryptic message from Amy.              
     I know, I suggested she talk to   
them from day one, but even back then, 
I didn’t think she’d really do it,     
especially after I learned why.        
     By the end of my shift, I’d worked
myself into one hell of a state and    
almost forgot to take the note out of  
my back pocket. I had to go back and   
dig through the dirty-scrub bag before 
I found it.                            
     Thank God, I thought as I opened  
the note outside, but all that was     
typed on it was, “Read your e-mail,”   
and that was it.                       
     I ran across the street, to that  
same coffee shop with the cool public  
phone and ordered a coffee.            
     While taking a sip, I found a seat
and took out my phone. I checked my    
e-mail and found it easily enough. How 
could I miss it really? The subject    
line was just one word,                
“!!!ASSHOLE!!!”.                       
     That alone made me not want to    
read it, but I had to know.            
     It was only two paragraphs, but   
the first one started off pleasantly   
enough, “EAT SHIT ASSHOLE!”, and then  
went downhill from there.              
     Yeah, that Cat was fucking mad, no
doubt.                                 
     The e-mail didn't help. It just   
made me anxious again, and the only    
good news was that at least she was    
still alive, but was she alive now?    
     As I quickly finishing my coffee  
and walked back across the street, I   
kept wanting to run back inside to make
sure she was ok.                       
     As maddening as it was not        
knowing, I also knew that my whole plan
might explode if I did that.           
     I had to be patient and follow the
original plan. That was my best course 
of action right now.                   
     Being patient was definitely not  
one of my best virtues, but this time, 
I gritted my teeth, and under my breath
said, “Don’t worry Amy, unless I die,  
there ain’t nothing gonna stop me from 
getting you out of that fucking place  
tonight. Not a fucking thing.”         



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