The Hitman’s Phone – Chapter II

July 8, 2023July 15, 2023 / cksdays / 2 Comments

II. The Job

There was some loudmouth in Wyoming of all places that had caught the attention of Tony’s newest employer. His recent employer had a billion-dollar multi-faceted company and one large chunk of it was a mining operation in Wyoming. The mine actually housed two sources of revenue. The mining was, in fact, legal and ironically above ground. It employed thousands of locals and was a main industry to the nearby town. The other source of revenue, however, eclipsed the earning potential of the mine. It employed hundreds of people but none of these particular employees ever filled in a W2 form. They were responsible for receiving special shipments from Mexico and rerouting them to various locations in the United States and even up to Canada. Shipments of drugs would come in by the truckload. They would go out in special compartments underneath the mined material in the train cars.

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The Hitman’s Phone – Chapter I

July 1, 2023July 15, 2023 / cksdays / 4 Comments

I. The Phone

The phone had seen better days. But not many. The person who saw it on her morning walk didn’t know that though. At first, she figured it was an old phone that a lazy person just tossed out the car window instead of disposing of properly. “The laziness,” she muttered.

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The Voicemail

May 1, 2013April 30, 2013 / cksdays / 4 Comments

My phone rang today. I looked at the number. The number was in-state but out of town. Do I know anybody there? I thought to myself.

Nope, I answered.

I let it go to voicemail.

As soon as my phone beeped I listened to the message.

“Honey,” the male voice said, “I’m returning your phone call but, um, I guess you’re not answering. If it’s real important call back and I’ll try and call you back, ok? Love you, bye.”

Hmm, I thought, that message is odd on so many levels.

I know my memory is playing tricks on me but I think I would have remembered a few important key factors.

One, do I have a honey?

Two, was I trying to get a hold of said honey?

Three, is there something urgent I need to share?

To the best of my knowledge (granted, sometimes I’m the last to know) I could answer NO to each question.

I played the message for my officemate. She giggled. “If he’s returning a phone call, how did he get the wrong one?”

I shrugged my shoulders. We couldn’t even hypothesize to give him the benefit of the doubt. It made no sense.

My bleeding heart got the best of me. I didn’t want to leave him hanging thinking he left a message for honey. I text him back. My officemate couldn’t believe what I wrote. She imagined his face became very red. I did not receive an answer.