“If it gets up to $200 a barrel, I can quite coaching and retire.” Clark grinned widely. Jack glared at him and a streak of passing car headlight from out the stained glass window reflected off his bald head. “Don’t you fucking do that. You cost me a lot of money. You can’t be thinking like that.” The other two …
“George Bush claimed he talked to God every morning.” The group of men all chuckled. Jack raised his glass and piped up, “Thank God for Canadian atheists!” The other three men raised their glasses and, each laughing called out, “Here, here!” Each then sipped their drink. The four men all wore black suits. Jack was the oldest and in the …
“Ouch!” Mary-Jo screamed and bit into Tina’s shoulder. Jack was amazed how easily her ribs had broken. He released the pressure on her. “You, okay?” Tina, a large blonde, was curled on the bed underneath Mary-Jo. Jack pulled back, waiting to make sure she did not think he did it on purpose. “My lady?” Mary-Jo kept a hand on the …
“When will you be here?” Mary-Jo’s voice squeaked over the phone’s hands-free speaker. Jack flipped his Blackberry mouse roller and found the calendar. “Thursday at nine in the morning.” He put the phone back down on the tv tray beside his recliner. “Okay, I work until five. And Friday as well.” Jack rolled his eyes and put one hand on …
Jack sat in the leather swivel chair watching sports replays on mute. Sunlight was just starting to flow in through the window above his bed. He had surprised himself when he call Mary-Jo again. He picked up the phone only five minutes after getting home. “Hello?” she answered out of breath. “Mary-Jo, it’s Jack.” “Yes, sir.” Jack heard a catch …
Jack walked into the pub. His six foot tall frame covered by a black tie, black shirt, and black suit. His hand scratched his salt and pepper goatee. Dark glasses allowed his eyes to wander unobserved. The bar was half full. It was dimly lit featuring mahogany furniture and stained glass light shades. Jack scanned the patrons. Most were of …
“Was that her?” Jack checked his rear view mirror. Amongst the traffic his blue eyes picked out the grey Chevy hatchback. Due to the sunlight it was hard to see the driver as it reflected off the windshield. He had first noticed the vehicle as he cruised along in the middle lane of the highway. He was getting closer as …