NOT TOO LATE
" This needs to be cleaned. The police will be here any minute", he exclaimed with his eyes popped out, holding his chin and shaking his head. I did this for my kids to chase their dreams. I can't afford to be caught. So cut the crap, lets us do it before the police are here. I shrugged and thought for a moment. He had never been one bending restrictions and regulations of what was expected of him. He never felt the need to lie when honesty, integrity, virtues, and justice were some of the main reasons why he wanted to become a federal agent in the first place. He was one of a kind who didn't like his hands to get dirty. One can say he has a big heart.
Ben spoke with desperation as I looked at him with disbelief. He silently moved close to a freezer and looked at me. His expression displayed utter urgency. I prayed silently as we held the freezer softly and headed out to a vehicle type of a Mercedes Benz which was new, sleek, shiny, maroon tinted, wheels with grips with a classic engine. I must admit that for years practically the only time I ever prayed was when I got into a jam. However, we found it a very helpful practice, so now every night. Before going to bed, my wife and I read the Bible and have a little session of prayer.
He started the engine and drove towards North. We drove through woods till a house made of wood with a soothed chimney. The door was six feet tall with hinges made of iron, coated with aluminum. It looked like a warehouse abandoned during colonial error. He drove the car around the house until the parking bay behind the house. He took me to a basement in that house and opened an old-fashioned lock full of rust."Would you help me hold up and turn down the table" he roared. I pulled it up and pushed the table on my side so quickly and accurately. A stare clicked out, paving the way to a ground floor where he kept his staff. He secured his freezer beside the wall. He instructed me to close the door, take a chair before shutting the door, and take a seat in one of the two leather chairs sitting across from the federal agent. He took the chair on the left while his loyal sidekick took one from the right.
Jumping on a bouncy, soft surface and sitting down waiting for the next instructions. Most of the space was overrun by the large wooden desk, and sitting down dead set in the center was no other than the federal agent Ben Laa. He began clearing his throat and said, "Honestly, you are one of my best officers, but...."He trailed off, looking at a kerosine lamb in front of him."The long journey from home? The federal agent looked up at me and answered, "Dogs have to do business sometimes." I asked him if that was a threat, and I muted. Silence is golden when you can't think of a good answer, right?" I stood with my eyes held open, wrinkled face and a finger pointing the mouth, and I walked silently towards the stare button and pulled it. I walked out majestically, reaching out to the car. I had no keys, so I had to get back for it. I met him coming out of the base, and he led me to the car without uttering any word. He drove me back and dropped me at home.
It took less than a minute, and it started raining. Through the window, I saw a boy running towards my house. The cold rain was hitting his skin sharp as needlepoints combined with a misty wind blowing towards his face. I opened the door to let him in. The boy knelt and said, "I am the son of your boss."He looked at me with wet shiny eyes, and I had no idea what to tell him. I approached him and touched his shoulder, and I asked him for a walk. I can try to imagine what he was thinking of àt that moment. He could not imagine how his blood betrayed him. He thought that his father was loyal to his work to found out he was a hypocrite. Every minute he tries to figure out how his father managed to do it despite his job. "Now you expect much of me, eh!" I uttered softly and bent down my head and looked at him from the side. He could not notice; I could watch his emotions. He took his left finger and started biting the nails with his front teeth.
I beg of you not to tell anyone what my father did. I fear that I might lose him to the crooks who hated him, and they will be in the same prison. I love my papa so much. He has done great for all of us. I bet everyone will try to find his way of being successful. I asked him his name because I don't remember him telling me. He smiled and said I am your boss's son. "I am Kingston Brown." May I get to know you?. They say dogs have better intuition than people. Then most people. The deal is closed, Mr. Brown Kingston. Just go home if you have a fear of some discomfort or misery. It would be best if you examined whether there is anything you can do about it. If you can, there is no need to worry about it; if you cannot do anything, then there is also no need to fuss.
I watched the boy from where I stood under a pine tree walking away boldly with a smile on her face. I guess he got what I meant. He held his hand up towards his fancy neckless, put it in the mouth, and celebrated with a dance resembling Drake's moves. I tried not to think about everything that had gone wrong in just a short amount of time during daytime, but I was soon cut off from my deliberation by the sound of a loud hard hip hop booming ringing through thin air. I held my hand on a branch of a tree and listened attentively. Only that could be heard were the hip-hop beats, which were dwindling. I turned to where the sound was coming from. A woman dressed to the nines in a designer pantsuit, the color of an expensive royal blue rose, approached. Her heels clicking on the ground were scary sounds piercing the air before she spoke.
She laughed maniacally." what are you afraid of? I grabbed her by hand and pulled her close and asked her where she was heading. She looked at me with delight and said," being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage."You just come home safe. We stared at each other as she disappeared into the orange horizon. I saw her stretched arm held up in the air waving and passed a flying kiss. I received them worm heartedly though I became utter less for the all-time. I took off back to my apartment; furthermore, it was getting dark. I could hear the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs and from a distance, is a wind blowing sound shaking a pine tree accompanied by a fall of pine leaves. I walked so quickly into the house and without thinking I took a chair and sat down.
Suddenly silence struck the air. In an instant, a phone rang from far. Two Years Ago, when Ben was six months free out of the FBI academy. Johnston brown was six months old himself. He looked at my small puffy eyes, and he knew I was the one to be trusted. The only one Ben would want to be by his side. Seeing how he did not like being alone, he would bring him to work with me. Ben would understand that a short story must have a single mood for his son, and every sentence must build towards it. He kept saying that peace can never be obtained in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves. I stood instantly and walked towards my phone. My ringtone was so sweet to hear than the message am expecting from the call. Maneuvering around the table, I managed to receive the call before it ended.
Hal…hall ….haalloo!What I could hear from the caller was desperation, a tone that was diminishing. I could barely hear what he was saying. Suddenly, hearing his voice made warmth spread into uncharted territory. Before I could think, I thought of a glimpse of a chiseled jaw and furrowed brow. Fear coursed through me, but it quickly relented as I felt a touch that shifted on my broad shoulders, and she had me speak something. It was muffled, but she heard me loud and somewhat clear. I turned my head, and her steely gaze locked with mine. I am not sure how long we stood there in silence, staring at each other. We were snapped out of our trances by a ticking clock beside a framed picture with a curved and softened bamboo stick. Inside was a cute old captioned picture of me sitting and holding a red round plastic veil.
I looked down at our joined hands in confusion, and she didn't try to escape my grasp. She held my hand gently and turned me around, and then he pulled me. She led me to a shelf full of books and file boxes. "This book seems so interesting can I have a look at what is in it?" of course, yes. I picked a bowl full of ash on the table and walked towards a tinted window, and stared at it for some time without a purpose. I heard pages flipping one over the other, but I could not stop her with her curiosity. They say curiosity killed a cat. "Kindly assist me with that light in that plastic tin," I requested. She came along with the book and the light and handed it to me, and I lit the blunt I had on my hand.
As I read through the pages, taking occasional puffs and battling my depressions all in one shot, I know regrets are a big part of my life considering my continuous shitty decisions, but this was a whole different hit of contrition. I hit my blunt in the darkness of my shut eyes. I sought for her voice at the back of my mind. In frustrations, I kept resounding to echoes of wails and groans of self-pity and hurtful memories. "Let's go feel the breeze outside. I think it will ease tension build in us while counting the stars," she implied, rolling her eyeballs up simultaneously with the suggestion on her face. Since I agreed with her, we walked towards the door majestically, but the phone rang again before setting foot outside. This time around, I stretched my hand to reach out the phone.
I stumbled, and the phone fell on a three-legged stool. I realized that a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song. Perhaps I was left without an alternative but to receive a call. "Hey, Gin," he said. "How are you?" Doing alright, Ben, I responded. "Am hoping that everything is ok with you. Let bygones be bygones; this world will always continue to be a mixture of good and evil. Our responsibility is to sympathize with the weak and love even the wrongdoer. I can be redeemed on what I am doing, but I will not be free to the authorities". "Watch your tongue, sir; the wall has ears," I interrupted. Sadly he hanged the call and texted," I will attend as much as many local barbeques as I could to make friends with most of the sheriffs in the surrounding countries."
Ben knew exactly what the feds thought since he was one of them. I thought that after all am guarding all the business, we had started. Furthermore, more people were interested in shuffling around paper assets instead of building and producing real good products from the paper they make. I console myself on how to respond to bitterness with virtue. Deal with complications while they are still simple and handle enormous while they are still tiny. Seemingly my wife knew what was happening at that moment. We sat under a shade to have just a little chart but a moment of silence rage upon us for about 40 seconds.
She took my hand and put it up on hers. Her hands were soft, but my fingertips were rough. The opposite of what she would expect an FBI field agent's feel like. Handling guns, roughing people up, and just doing general fieldwork." I believe that everything is ok?" she asked. I assured her that everything was ok and she shouldn't worry. She nodded and leaned on my hard chest. We watched the dark she slept off. I took her in and leaned her on the bed, and I covered her. I don't remember when I slept, but I got myself lying in bed, and I woke up and got ready to work as usual. Agent Nathaniel and Don were assigned to carry out the investigation.
