Caylee could be the missing piece if I’ve been made, and I’ll end up being fucked up in prison being fucked up the ass.
Or stabbed.
Likely both.
I also like my freedom.Quite a lot.
And my ass.
I’ve had a contingency plan set up from the beginning.I’m not some gangster, I knew this was risky.I have bank accounts, passports for the family, cash and bags packed for us all.The kids should be heading home from school, but the wife will be at work.
Calculating the risk, I decide I need to act.
Now.
Clearing my throat, I wave out my hand.“Caylee will be back.She probably went to get some chocolate.That time of the month, I figure, judging from her mood lately.”
Amy blinks and fights her frown.
“Back to work, everyone.I’ve got to prepare for the next patient.”
I don’t; I’m about to disappear forever.
Walking as calmly as I can, I push through the door, stride down the hall and close my office door behind me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hiss leaning my back on the door.
Then I go across the room and open my safe.Or try, my damn fat fingers fumble.
“Calm down,” I hiss again.
Trying once more after counting to ten, I finally hear the click.I tear open the safe door, reach in and then grab the passports, ID’s, and the big stack of cash, and shove it into a black satchel that is leaning against the wall.For this exact purpose.
You don’t play with fire and not have an extinguisher close.
Ripping off my lab coat, I grab my phone, computer and jacket, then—
My office door flies open.
“Mr.Thornton you’re under arrest for Sex Trafficking of Children, Conspiracy and Child Pornography charges,” an FBI agent says, grabbing my wrists.
Behind him are four other men, all armed and pointing weapons at me.
FUCK!
“This is bullshit!”I yell as he reads me my rights.
THAT BITCH CAYLEE!
SHE FUCKED UP EVERYTHING!
As they lead me out through the office, I don’t look at a single employee who has come out to see what is happening.
When we get to reception, I turn to Amy.“Send everyone home and lock up.”
Her face is bright red as she says, “Yes, sir.”
Fuck them.
