The Infiltrators (29 page)

He practically bumped heads with Janie
who came running up to him and jumped through the air and into his
arms.

Her hug said what words never could
have. She squeezed him like he was a tree on the edge of a cliff,
the only thing keeping her from falling a thousand feet into a
misty ravine.

Righty hugged her back and softly
caressed her back.

“Babe,” he said softly. She looked up
and into his eyes with the sweetest innocence he could recall.
“I’ve got someone I’d like you to meet.”

He brought her forward to
Pitkins.

“Janie, this is the husband of our
guest. His name is Pitkins, and he’s a very dear friend of
mine.”

Janie extended her hand warmly. The sun
had long since claimed full victory over darkness. The bright light
of this glorious day would have seemed perfect for the beginning of
a picnic or perhaps a long stroll.

But then it became clear that a beauty
far more spectacular than even the radiant sun had caught Pitkins’
attention.

Janie and Righty turned. Donive was
standing in the doorway, two tears streaming from the blue lakes
that were her eyes.

“Pitkins!” she said with the enthusiasm
of a young teenager.

They rushed into each other’s arms like
two objects hurled at one another by a fierce storm.

Righty immediately began to feel like a
voyeur in the presence of such passionate kissing and hugging, and
he and Janie quietly slipped away.

As he made his way upstairs, he planned
an embrace just as passionate with sleep. Each step felt like a
mile, but as he reached the top, he made a quick detour to
Heather’s room. She was sleeping soundly, and he planted a quick
kiss to her forehead.

When he reached his room, he was
relieved to see the curtains all tightly drawn and only the
slightest hints of light trespassing into the room. When he lay
down, he felt ecstasy encompass him. Sleep now seemed to be rushing
forward to meet him.

But alongside her was a monster. It was
a messenger, and in his hand he had a letter informing Righty of a
few discomforting facts. He had just lost a multibillionaire
customer and made a bitter enemy out of one of the most powerful
kingpins in the drug world, who just happened to be the sister of
his right-hand man in Sivingdel; had a shadowy group of killers
slicing their way through his organization; and had just taken in
the biggest fugitive in all of Sodorf.

“A pessimist might be tempted to say
I’ve got problems,” he whispered to himself.

Then, everything turned black, and he
slept with the dead.

The End of
The Infiltrators

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