He felt the cool morning air across his face even as he pulled the windbreaker tight around him and stepped inside the bed and breakfast across the street from his motel. It’s been three weeks of remaining significantly incognito from the cops. It wasn’t what he would have wanted to do but on the brighter side, it afforded him a lot of time to execute his plans to perfection. Being coped up in that little motel room of his albeit not being the most ideal situation but had allowed him room to think.
The waitress approached him to take his order as he settled himself comfortably on the last table close to the window. It afforded him unobstructed view of everyone making their way into the bed and breakfast. He bestowed one of his most charming smiles on the pretty young waitress and she responded rather timidly. He locked gazes with her and slowly let his eyes roam appreciatively over her modest curves. She blushed prettily. No doubt, his company for tonight was guaranteed.
“Good morning Sir, will you be placing your orders now?” she smiled. “Three eggs_ scrambled, toast, bacon and a cup of that delicious smelling coffee of yours.” She flashed him a beguiling smile_ almost seductive and he grinned. “Coming up right away.” He watched her walk away in a false sashay of hips knowing he’d undoubtedly be checking her out. She looked no more than nineteen with legs for days. He imagined running his tongue along the length of it or having it wrap around him as he buried the length of him deep inside her. He deliberately adjusted himself on the chair as he felt himself harden. It’s been weeks since he’s been with a woman and he was beginning to feel he like he was undergoing a withdrawal stage.
He shrugged out of the windbreaker and felt the envelope the old man had left for him in the breast pocket. It wasn’t until he left the old man’s world and safely ensconced did he feel the urge to study its content. It was obvious the man had gone through great lengths to get this information on him_ some were classified and others were basically public knowledge that one could get a hold of if you happened to be so curious about him. He didn’t relish knowing the fact that the old man was privy to certain things he’d rather have remained personal. He was yet to decide how to tackle the situation but he knew they’d be meeting again soon.
The door to the bed and breakfast opened and a group of men walked in rather noisily_ their bulky frames making for the table directly in front of him. Instinct told him they were off duty cops in their civilian attire and this was later confirmed when another young waitress acknowledged them with an ease of familiarity. His orders arrived and he smiled his thanks to the waitress who winked at him before leaving. He put a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth and savored the taste. If only the waitress knew whom she was giving the green right_ someone who undoubtedly would snap her pretty neck in half for the right price. He took a gulp of the hot coffee_ he loved it black. There was power in the unknown after all.
The old man had been more than tempting in his offer. He knew how to make a man bend to his will, no doubt but Jack didn’t consider himself just any man. Enclosed in the envelope amongst his personal profile was a detailed list of his potential victims_ every member of the jury including the court clerk and the judge. He had every information needed without breaking a sweat but nonetheless, it still intrigued him as to what the old man wanted with him in exchange for all these and what his story was. He could taste the vengeance on his tongue_ sweet justice, he thought to himself.
He looked up from his meal to find one of the officers seated across studying him intently. Jack didn’t fidget or bulk under such intense scrutiny because the fear that they’d recognize him has diminished with his rather altered appearance. He was now spotting a crew cut as opposed to his usual full mass of hair, and now nursed a beard as opposed to his clean shaven looks in the past. For emphasis, he always donned a few false beards before stepping out in public. Keeping it simple was the key as cops have been known for their intuitive nature. He smiled at the officer and turned his attention back to his meal but subconsciously, his right leg moved under the table to nudge the gun holstered on his ankle beneath the heavy slacks and out of sight. Thankfully, the officer’s attention was distracted by a story one of his colleagues was regaling them with.
The angel tattoo on his forearm was the only distinctive mark on him but he ensured it was covered up nicely and as his attempts at remaining incognito go, he was obviously doing a damn fine job of it because even the shrewd faced judge had failed to recognize the man whom she had sentenced to die barely a few weeks ago and he had been standing just a hair’s breadth away from her_ so close that she had to nudge him as she made to enter her car and in her clumsiness, had dropped her keys_ the old fool, he thought even as he rushed to help her retrieve it off the floor. She had thanked him, entered her car and drove off.
He watched the car drive away and make a left turn. She was obviously heading home. He knew her house_ was privy to her daily routine. He had staked her out a couple of times without her knowledge and knew she lived alone_ no husband or children but a live in maid and a gardener who were always absent two days in a week. It would have been so easy to get into the house and snuff the life out of her or he could very well have done it on the night he had helped her retrieve her car keys_ bash her head in against her car or probably choke her to death with his bare hands_ the urge of feeling his hands wrapped around that sunken neck was giving him a massive hard-on_ so many ways to enact revenge that he was having a hard time making up his mind on which method suits him the most. He’d leave her for now_ save the best for last like they say. He wondered what shitty job the cops were doing protecting a federal judge from a wanted man. Either that or the judge was just the arrogant bitch he had always thought she was.
He dropped his fork on his now empty plate and thought of how he’d repay the old man as he signaled the waitress who had been attending to another customer. She approached his table and inquired if he’d like to place more orders which he declined. He paid for his meal leaving a generous tip for the pretty waitress. He had thought of leaving his motel room number behind for a hook up but she seemed like a complicated sort_ he’d use the call service when he needed his needs met but at the moment, rather pressing issues demanded his attention.
Jack stepped out of the bed and breakfast and walked towards a phone booth across the motel. In his reverie, he had failed to notice the downcast expression of the pretty waitress as she stared after him_ she had hoped he’d leave his number behind or ask for hers. He seemed like he had been interested in her earlier. Perhaps, it had all been in her head after all. The cops from the B&B were now huddled around their police cruiser probably preparing to leave. They were in four number and two police cars were parked there. He detested cops, prosecutors and judges. In all their glory, they actually thought they were doing the world a favor. If he could, he’d wipe them off the face of the gaddamn earth. He was one bitter man with a purpose. Now, he had to figure out how to repay the old man because Jack always pays his debt. He punched a number in and as expected, someone picked up on the first ring almost as if they’d been expecting his call…