Never Just a Dream - The Psychic Trilogy Book 2

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The Aftermath

Police headquarters, after midnight:

Back home in New York, the team, including David’s friends with the DEA and the FBI, all exhausted, drinking coffee, hoping to stay awake. Everyone glanced at each other and wondered about this meeting.

Minutes later, Bill entered the station. “Is everyone here?” Bill asked to dispense with formalities.

“Everyone is here, Bill,” David replied.

“Please everyone, take a seat. I know you’re wondering why I called this meeting. This won’t take long, but before we get started, I wanted to say thank you for the great job with the shipments tonight. It’s all over the news and Tony won’t be able to ignore us, not anymore. I received word that they’re probably meeting at this very moment trying to come up with ways to stop us.”

“I’d like to see them try,” Otto said.

“Oh, they will give it their best shot,” Bill said. “And that is why I called this meeting. Tony is desperate and he may try to hurt one of us, including our families.”

Silence followed that statement. “We aren’t surprised he would try something like that. He’s a criminal, intent on causing pain, no matter who they are,” David said and thought of his wife.

“There is only one thing we can do,” Bill said.

“Well, what is it?” David pressed.

“I have to confront him. He’s too powerful for us to sit back and wait.”

“But that’s crazy, Bill. You can’t confront him alone.”

“I won’t be alone. He’ll try and kill me, keep me away from my friends and family, but once he does that, we can arrest him and his co-conspirators.” Bill wanted to tell them about his dreams about Tony. The first one happened after Angie told him about her case. The last one happened before he headed to Miami. Tony is going down, but he is the key to that happening. The dream didn’t specifically tell him how Tony would die, but he would.

“Hold on a minute. Are you talking about wearing a wire or some type of device to record this meeting?” David asked, not liking his plan, not at all.

“Yes, that is the plan. Aren’t there tracking devices that can be implanted into my arm?”

“Yes, there is,” Otto replied, not sure about this.

“It’s the only way. They’re desperate to stop us and now that they know about the missing shipments, they won’t stop.”

“But why you Bill?” David asked.

He had to bite his tongue not to tell them. “Because I know about Tony and why he’s the way he is.”

“What does that mean?” Otto asked curiously.

“Tony and I... we grew up together in Jersey. He went one way and I went the other.”

Stunned to hear this, everyone stared at each other. “So, you think he’ll spare you because of some childhood friendship? I don’t think that’s going to work.” David tried to make him see reason.

“I’m the only one who can convince him to confess or at least talk about the shipments,” Ben said.

“You’re a cop; he’s not going to confess anything to you,” David said.

“This is crazy,” Otto put in his two cents.

“Look, it’s late. We’ll meet in a few days and work out our next more. Good night everyone and get some rest.” Bill left without a backwards glance.

“Does Bill have a death wish?” David asked.

No one had an answer to that question.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Jersey City:

Tony liked this city; it’s home to him. As he stood at the head of the table facing the heads of his crime organization from all over the country, he was about to start the meeting when Frank came into the conference room and slipped him a note. As he read it, his face morphed into a furious scowl. He crumpled the note in his hand, went to the television monitor and turned it on.

One of the bosses looked around the table and wondered what was happening. He decided to speak even though Tony was not the type of man who liked interruptions. “Tony, we don’t have all night. What’s going on?”

“Just watch and listen. You may learn something,” Tony said, not feeling the need to elaborate. He turned up the volume.

The cable news announcer spoke:

“Police detectives, the DEA and the FBI, have been very busy tonight. We have just received word from local law enforcement officials that on two separate incidents, Federal agents were responsible for stopping two record breaking narcotics shipments from entering the United States.

»DEA officials have confirmed that Federal agents and various police detectives stopped two massive shipments of narcotics from entering the country. In a secluded and unknown location, south of Miami, Florida, the DEA has confirmed that this shipment had a street value of over $45 million dollars.

»Also, tonight, not an hour later, on the border of New Mexico, agents were able to locate a shipment concealed inside a flatbed truck. That shipment I’m told had a street value of over $30 million dollars.

Tony flipped off the monitor, turned and faced the highly-placed members of his organization. “Well, I’m waiting. Can someone tell me what the hell happened?” Tony couldn’t remember ever being so furious.

A few of the men finally found their voices. “We have no idea what happened. There must be a snitch somewhere inside the organization. There is no other explanation. I can’t believe this. What are we going to do? That’s $75 million dollars, Tony. We can’t replace that kind of money.”

Then, someone stood up, went to stand by the monitor and said the one thing Tony wanted to hear. “There’s only one thing to do. We have to get rid of the police detectives.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” Tony asked, wondering what plan he could possibly have to stop them.

“Well, we could ambush them. We could arrange another shipment, but it won’t be narcotics they find, but a few … explosives should stop them in their tracks.”

“We can’t kill a cop. They’ll never stop coming after us.” Tony stroked his chin. Maybe if I spoke to Bill privately, threaten him or his family, then maybe he’ll back off, he thought.

“What are you thinking?” Someone asked. They never liked it when Tony goes silent.

“I have another plan, one that will get rid of the police once and for all. All we have to do is sit back and watch him take care of our problems.”


“Detective Bill Douglas. I know him; we grew up together.”

“You’re friends with a cop!?” Everyone stared at Tony shocked and terrified. “Tony, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. If you decide to kill him, as you said, you can’t kill a cop.”

“Oh, I’m not going to kill him, but he is going to wish he was dead.”

“Tony, wait a minute. It seems you have a grudge against this guy, but we can come up with another solution.”

“There isn’t time. There are three more shipments next week, and it’s too late to stop them. If these police detectives get their hands on those, we’re done, and starting over won’t be an option.”

Tony pulled out his cell phone, called the station and left Bill a message.

After midnight, Bill’s apartment:

Although Bill had called Angie to tell her that he was fine and back in town, that he would see her tomorrow after work, it didn’t surprise him to see her in a cab outside his apartment building waiting for him. He shook his head and watched as she exited the cab and walked up the stairs. Thrilled to see him again, he held out his arms and she was in them in a second. Then they kissed as if they hadn’t seen each other in weeks, but it’s only been twenty-four hours.

After a few minutes of kissing, he pulled away. “We should get inside.”

Too moved to speak, they headed upstairs. In the elevator, hugs and kisses were exchanged. Unable to let go, Angie held onto him as they entered his place. She stood in the middle of his bedroom and watched as he got undressed and entered the shower.

“I’ll be here when you get out,” she whispered, staring at his naked body.

“Do you want to join me?” He smiled at her shocked expression. “I won’t be long.”

Minutes later, he was almost done, then he watched as his girlfriend stepped into the shower. Smiling, he pulled her close. “I missed you,” he whispered against her throat.

“I missed you too.” Angie smiled, loving it; loving him so much.

“Let’s do this,” he whispered, but despite his raging need, his mouth slanted against hers, as his fingers traced the opening of her body, moving along her sensitive flesh and then her hand covered his to press his fingers inside her body, a low moan rumbled in his chest.

“Angie?” He spoke her name like a prayer. Bill positioned himself between her thighs and thrust home, too hungry for her to delay the pleasure any longer. They both gasped when he filled her. Angie pulled his mouth back to her and thrust her tongue inside his mouth. He held the back of her head and took her lips in a deep kiss one after the other. Soon, they found that ancient rhythm. She felt so good in his arms, as she cries and thrusting hips sent him closer to that peak. Her delighted cry and her expression of release sent him over the edge. They floated back down to earth caressing and stroking their soaked bodies. Bill pulled her close, stroking her hair and arms.

He kissed her sweetly, drawing out their lovemaking, neither wanting to let go; not ever. She kissed him back moaning his name. Holding each other tight, they stood that way for several long minutes. Soon, though, he left her body, they showered, grabbed a towel, dried off, and she did the same. In bed, they cuddled close, but Angie could feel how tense he was and she had a feeling she knew what was bothering him.

She leaned up to see his face. “We’ll get through this, Bill. I know we will. We just need to have faith.”

“I know,” Bill said, and pulled her close again. She lay before him, eyes closed in a daze after making love again. He reached out and touched her stomach hoping without hope that one day they could have children.

“Hey,” she said and touched his hand on the stomach. “What are you thinking?

“About the future,” he replied and watched her eyes light up.

“The future,” she repeated. “I think about it too.”

He sighed, leaned back on the pillow and thought about them being together forever and ever. “Angie, I have to tell you about Tony and our plans to stop him.”

“Go on,” she said and braced herself.

After a rather long story about his trip, what happened in Florida and New Mexico, but then when he told her of his connection to Tony, she sat up and stared at him. “What did you say?”

“We grew up together and I’m the only one who can stop him.” He rubbed his tired eyes, but there truly was only one way.

“But if you go anywhere near him, he will kill you; no questions asked.” Eyes tearing up as she stared at her love.

“I don’t think he will.” He got out of bed and slipped on a robe. Standing by the window, she followed him. She slipped on one of his shirts. She took his hand afraid for him and their future together. “I know he wants to hurt you, your family, my family, but I can’t let him do that.”

She didn’t know what to say. “Oh, Bill, we never had a chance.” She started to cry.

He took her by the shoulders. “There’s still hope; I still have faith. Don’t you give up on us, Okay?”

“I promise I won’t,” she managed to reply, then he pulled her tight against him. They stood that way for several long minutes.

“It’s late and you have work tomorrow. I promise to keep you informed. Let’s get dressed and I’ll escort you home.”

“Can’t I just stay here with you?”

“No, that’s not a good idea.” He walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer; there it was. “Wait, I have something for you.” He held it out to her.

She backed up. “You want me to carry a weapon?”

“Do you have a permit to carry a gun?”

“Well, when I found out how long it takes to get a permit, I convinced my siblings to get one, but we decided not to purchase a gun. It just didn’t seem as if we needed one, and now, I’m not so sure,” she replied, anxious about it.

“I know you’re worried, but you have a permit.” He watched her stare at the gun. “Do you know how to use a gun?”

She straightened her spine. “I live in New York, have been for years; hand it over.”

He grinned and placed in her palm. Staring at it, she considered its weight. “It has been a while,” she commented, then placed it inside her purse, making sure the safety was on.

They both nodded without speaking, got dressed, and left the apartment. In the cab ride to her place, they were being followed.

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