By: Mia L. Hazlett
Voz backed his van into the makeshift driveway. He made sure nobody had followed him. This was his spot. Neither Kev or Mark knew of his deep wooded spot. It had taken him three hours and two vehicles to get here. He needed to be sure if it came down to him becoming the scapegoat, nobody would ever be able to find him.
He didn’t care that Mark had called it “back on.” Their mission had failed. Mark had the kid. This kid was supposed to be dead by now. Once they all had received their cut, they would never see each other again, but now he nursed a bruised jaw from a plan gone wrong.
There was no reception out here for his phone, so he left it in the van as he hopped out. In the morning, he would check on the body and send it to its final resting place. The door creaked open at the push of his foot. They weren’t supposed to meet up for a few days, so he planned to camp out here with all of his groceries. The small flashlight clenched between his teeth dropped to the floor along with one of the bags.
He bent down to pick up the bag and flashlight. “Nice little hiding spot. Very nice,” Mark said. “You were going to keep this all to yourself? I thought we were friends. We are friends, aren’t we James K. Reynolds Sr.? And I’m thinking the only reason you would be called Senior is because there is a Junior somewhere out there. Hmm, with a simple guess I’m going to say, Delaware or North Carolina. Oh, that’s right, your parents are in North Carolina and your son and daughters are in Delaware. Well let me not interrupt your vacation. Take care of yourself. See you in three days. Don’t think of not coming. There are some people I know that live in Delaware and North Carolina. Oh yeah, take care of The Package.”
Voz watched Mark disappear into the darkness. He heard no sounds and saw no lights. He was waiting for the sound of a car or just something. Nothing, but blackness and silence. The Package? What did he mean? He scrambled for his flashlight and waved it around the room looking for the tiny girl. She was curled up asleep on the couch. Now he had the package and they knew his spot.
© 2013 Mia L. Hazlett