Trouble And Money #07
I’m a Private Investigator who needs to make a living like everyone else. I had a sleepless night thinking about my current case. What I did next hurt the bottom line, but I will be straight up with Taveon should I see him again. And I’ll sleep better tonight. He’s a good guy.
Peace O The Sea Trailer Park - Rye, New Hampshire
I sent an email to the contract address that hired me, and I used a payment service to refund all the money that had been paid.
The exact line in the email explaining why I was terminating this job was: “I could not uncover any substantial evidence regarding the individual you needed surveillance on.”
I’m telling the hiring company I failed as an investigator to find what they wanted me to.
The truth is different.
I found what they wanted, but I’m not saying anything. I like Taveon more than I trust this company’s motives. Something is wrong.
So, I won’t be returning to Wilson Teller Solutions. Instead, I’ll return their credentials by registered mail and a resignation letter.
All of this changes the P.O.D. (Plan Of the Day)
Gator and I are heading for the range for practice.
I try to send 100 good shots downrange every week, and I know the constant practice has saved my butt more than once. Right hand, Left hand, prone, on the run, and ducks. I do it all.
After the Range, I’ll hit the gym and have the once-a-year Corned Beef and Cabbage for lunch. Gator gets donut holes and leftovers.
That’s a full day.
Salem, Massachusetts
When Taveon McMahon arrived home after work, his favorite parking spot was available. It was a typical Tuesday at Wilson Teller, meaning eight hours of boredom, but the evening had promise.
Clarissa was coming over tonight, and they were going to do the “Irish Thing” at a bar known for green beer, corned beef, and all the Blarney that goes with it.
Taveon planned a quick dog walk and shower, and then he would meet Clarissa at The Black Toe in Beverly, Massachusetts.
There is nothing wrong with green beer, he thought.
Two punks approached Taveon as he exited his car and threw his backpack over his shoulder.
“Can I help you?” Taveon asked.
One of the guys, clearly the leader of the two, said, “You need to help yourself.”
“How’s that?” asked Taveon.
”Stay away from Clarissa Walters,” the numero uno jerk said.
“What?” Why in hell would I do that? Then Taveon laughed and said, “Have you seen her?”
This angered Clown One, who stepped up and cold-cocked Taveon in the back of the head.
Clown Two kicked Taveon in the jaw as he came up to protect himself and went down on the sidewalk.
It was a couple of minutes before groggy and bleeding Taveon got himself off the sidewalk.
He was able to get his dog and let her out for a short time before going to the hospital to try and save a few teeth and get some stitches.
TXT TAVEON: Rissa, I have to go to Salem ER, so I won't be able to make it to Black Toe.
TXT CLARISSA: What happened? Are you okay?
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