Lottery 1
Aston walked into Lou’s office and sat down in one of the chairs. “Marvin was arrested for assaulting a waitress. Apparently Durant had been watching him for some time.”
“Marvin is not known for his subtlety. He wont talk though, you know that. He’ll serve out his time and get good behavior.” Lou said uninterested.
“Derek and Xu have a female hostage.” Aston continued.
“What happened.” Lou was interested but unimpressed now. Marvin used to be smarter than this, he must be losing his edge.
“He was trying to get the waitress he harassed to talk. She knows something about the ticket. Even if she doesn’t know about it first hand, she’s working with a news reporter. The same reporter that broke the story. She’s probably tracking the money.” Aston reported.
“What about Willie’s wife? Is she involved in any way?” Lou questioned. It was far easier to squeeze someone already in your grasp.
“No.” Aston replied. “Apparently it was something the waitress saw. Why would the reporter involve the wife until after the money was found anyway?”
“So who is this hostage?” Lou changed the subject.
“A co-worker named Andrea Boxan. African american, single, family lives in Georgia.” Aston read from the file from his phone. “What do you want to do with her? Keep her til the waitress talks?”
“Cut her loose, alive. Let them think they got off easy. Follow the waitress and the reporter, see if they lead us anywhere.” Lou instructed.
Aston texted to have Andrea cut free in nearby neighborhood, then walked out of the office.
He would take care of this entire situation before Marvin could get out of lockdown and debrief Lou himself. The sooner the situation was taken care of, the less Lou was going to want to know about it.
Lucy and Steven landed in East Elmhurst, NY. The airport was crowded, and they were bumped into repeatedly. By the time they managed to find a free cab, it was already evening.
The two were starving and cranky when they climbed into the cab. They tried to ignore the strange mix of odors that filled the air. Lucy rolled down her window, the toxic carbon dioxide outside was better smelling.
“502 East 81st Street” Steven told the cab driver.
Stephen’s face began to wince as the car pulled into another residential neighborhood. The car stopped as it had in Canada, in front of a small hole in the wall building. He paid the cab driver and stepped out on to the street, he noticed the many dry cleaners surrounding the hotel.
When his sister started walking towards the unassuming hotel Steven could not hold his tongue. “What is it with that tour guide and finding these hole in the wall places to stay at?”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Lucy scolded. “Everyplace we’ve stayed at the service has been beyond superb.”
Steven stopped cold, and pulled the bags out of the bag of the taxi.
The manager greeted Lucy the moment she walked in and helped with their luggage.
The room they stayed in was beautifully decorated, it had a bed for each of them to sleep on. It was so peaceful and relaxing there, it was hard to believe they were so close to Times Square.
Shaniqua walked into Paradise Travels and began asking around if anyone had splurged on a really expensive trip lately. None of the agents were very forthcoming at first. After a small bribe the receptionist said that the agent named Janet had recently earned a very nice commission not so long ago on the “Big Package” tour special.
Shaniqua walked back and sat across from Janet at her desk.
“I can’t help you with customer information.” Janet assured.
“How about you bend the rules just this once, for say ten thousand dollars.” Shaniqua tried to persuade the woman.
The overweight woman shook her head, “I’m sorry. I’ll loose my job, and this is my only income.”
Shaniqua tried over and over to get the information she wanted, she tried every trick she knew. Finally she gave up and left her card with the travel agent. Glancing at her watch she noticed it was already past six, traffic would be murder.