This week’s episode features Chapter Twenty Seven of Black Brick. Here is an excerpt from the show:
It was a bright sunny day, but the wind was cold and biting. I zipped up my jacket, wishing that I had a full coat. I was planning to be outside most of the day and already felt the chill creeping in, that wasn’t a good sign.
I didn’t know how long it would be before the authorities would know everything about me, but I figured Beltran would help the process along.
After my escape from the hotel, I’d purchased an airline ticket to southern Florida using my phone and Sam Chever credit card. Afterward, I destroyed the phone and trashed the credit card. That would hopefully throw the police off my scent long enough to figure out what I was going to do. Next, I’d found a small dingy motel and slept for almost ten hours before waking to my new world.
After checking several news websites to make sure that my picture wasn’t being splashed all over the internet, I’d gone shopping using a debit card from an account I’d set up in secret a long time ago. Among other things, I’d purchased black hair dye, makeup, a tablet, and multiple disposable cell phones.
I ducked into a coffee shop, placed an order and took a table at the back facing the door. The place had a decent crowd, but there were still several empty tables. I had a few seconds of panic when I noticed a blonde woman with her back towards me that looked remarkably like Shannon.
Doing my best not to stare, I kept my eye on her until she turned enough for me to see her face and determined it was somebody else.
So far, I hadn’t been able to process Shannon’s betrayal. Because I’d been hoping for reconciliation with her, she’d been able to play me like a fiddle and kept me from picking up any clues about what she was planning to do.
Closing my eyes, I tried to clear my mind and free myself of the hurt. It didn’t work. I suspected it would be a long time before it would heal.
I unfolded a newspaper that I’d purchased earlier in the day and read the main story about Vargo’s assassination. They didn’t have a name or picture for me yet, but it was just a matter of time. I was halfway down the page when I froze and had to keep from looking around warily.
Lane Vargo, in addition to being CEO of Diggon, was also the brother of U.S. Senator, Sandra Vargo Mcculloch. How had I missed that? How many real government agents would be flown in to investigate? How many police would be assigned to the case? This wasn’t going away anytime soon.