It was late afternoon, and it was Sunday. They pulled up in a local cab and came inside the darkened bar. It was February and the weather was unseason...bly cool, but not too bad. The newcomers, three of them, scanned the room for their quarry. The PI they’d retained to locate the man’s hangouts and likely whereabouts on any given day had done his homework. The target of their search was seated at the bar talking to the barkeep, a comely lass in her late twenties by the look of her.“Okay, this is. "Goin' to peirce her nipple?" I asked, noting the touch of harsh cruelty in my voice as I zoomed in on the action. Fergus didnt reply, but Sarah looked over at me and started crying for real. Obviously, she was still in shock that I had no remorse for her. At that moment, I almost felt some remorse - And then the image of her holding my money shot back into my head. Fuck her. Fergus got behind Sarah, whos ankles were still tied to the foot of the bed. She was on her knees with her ass sticking. ‘How do you do Mr Reynolds.’ Sarah responded woodenly, and her cheeks pinked prettily. He held her hand for a moment longer than he needed to, before he let it go and stepped back again. Sam looked again at Mr Conrad. ‘Well?’ ‘Well… it’s just what I was telling you the other day. This young lady,’ he pointed at Sarah, ‘hit the nail right on the head. Just from looking at mine and Mrs Browns computers she was able to sum up our entire system and almost all of its potential problems.’ Sam looked. My heart begins to beat faster, the joy of the moment taking complete control as the sky fills with light.I test my head on the bow watching as my dream comes true, all the lanterns rising from the boats around me create a scene that leaves me breathless. Still something's missing, something's not right. I look down then back at the thief. I smile as he holds two lanterns in his hands, already lit. I sit down across from him."I have something for you too," i say add i reach behind me. I grab a.