The pounding on the door continued. “John!!! John!! Are you in there? I will break down this door. JOHN!!!!!!!!!!!!” John stared at the door. He peered through the peep hole to see his best friend . . well his only friend. Chet looked furious. John stood there thinking of his options. It was early for him, well, it was 2 in the afternoon, but it was early for him, so his mind wasn’t thinking very clearly. He did not think he was in good enough physical shape to try to climb down the fire escape. Well, that was a lie. He was in shape, he just didn’t want to exhort himself.
John realized he had to do something soon. Chet was a member of the FBI, so he could actually kick in the door and get away with it. “JOHN!!!!!!” John sighed and opened the door to face his friend. Chet barged passed him and straight into John’s bedroom. John counted down from three on his fingers. When his fingers reached zero, he heard, “WHAT THE . . . .!?!?!? Why does it say Mommy on your cell phone!?!? That’s how you list me in your phone!?!?”
John sat down on the couch and smiled. “Good to see you too Chet. What can I do for you this morning?”
“Why!!?!?!? Why do I bother!?!?” Chet stormed around the living room while John tried to suppress a smirk. “My last girlfriend told me that the best thing I could do is to let you fall into whatever deep depression filled hole it is that you want to!! She told me that all you want to do is join Sam. I told her that she was wrong. I told her that you were just going through a rough spot and you would get through it. I broke up with this girl because of the things she said about you!! Do you realize that John!?!? I left her because of YOU!!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT SHE WAS!?!?!?!?
John had been trying to hold back the laughing, but with the last statement, he roared with laughter. He laughed until his sides hurt. As he looked through the tears that were rolling out of his eyes he noticed Chet was sitting on the chair laughing as hard as he was.
After several minutes of the chuckles dying down John spoke. “You’re the only person that cares about me Chet, that’s why I named your cell phone number Mommy.” John tried to keep a straight face but he burst into laughter and Chet did the same. As the laughter finally subsided, John noticed a folder Chet was holding.
“Bring me a present Chet?” John asked. Chet hesitated. Oh crap, thought John. “No! No!! I am done with the FBI!!!” John was furious.
“Now John, calmed down. You are being brought on as a consultant only.”
“Chet, I have no interest.”
“John, look, I know you don’t need the money. . . Oh crap, I’m so sorry.” John looked away. Sam had a trust that was left to her by her grandparents. Her grandparents were the only members of Sam’s family that liked him. Honestly, they were stinking. filthy, rich. All of Sam’s trust had been left to John. He didn’t know how much was exactly in the trust, but he knew it was enough for him to live five lives on.
Chet opened the folder in front of John. He laid out four pictures of people that had been shot perfectly in the head. It had John’s interest. Chet let John look. The case would sell itself and Chet knew that. He just had to wait and John would hook himself. As John leaned back, seeming to lose interest, Chet reeled him in with one little sentence. “They were all shot by the same person, within five seconds of each other.” John’s eyebrow shot up, and Chet knew he had his best friend back on the hunt with him.