Forever (Chapter 2)

So here I am, in Wyoming. The heat's off me. I'm staying in a cheap hotel with a hooker. She's not with me for the sex though, more the company. We both lost what we loved. She lost her friend and mentor, I lost everything back there.

Anyway, a few weeks after I killed the boss, I got a note shoved through the motel where I was staying, it said simply 'We will find you'. I'd seen enough gangster films to know that I was in trouble, so I got down to the 'States as soon as possible. There I was, in a rented Acura, speeding down the West Coast, through Oregon, to Wyoming. That's where it started to go wrong. First I double-parked on the street, got a ticket, then skipped the state...so there I was, I'd just shot a guy dead in cold blood, running for my life from who knows what, and I get a parking ticket? Kind of ironic, yes? Anyway, I triggered a tri-state manhunt, that didn't work, as I was already in the air then, flying over to Florida.

When I touched down, I sensed something was wrong. As soon as I got out of the airport, my suspicions were confirmed. I'd rented a red Porsche 928 as my car down here, and as soon as I got on the freeway, this black Lexus started following me. I was spooked, so I drove faster, it kept pace. I slammed on the brakes, it did too. I was forced to stop for gas, I freaked out, I just hit the ground and ran, y'know, when you're shit-scared and wanna fly, but you have no wings? Well...that was me. I saw a couple of guys get out of the black sedan behind my red sportster, and they looked like a couple of Kiwi rugby players, big muscly guys with uzi submachine guns and handguns. I just legged it as fast as I could away, but they kept pace easily. I then decided that if I couldn't lose them on the ground, I'd lose them in the water. I came to a river, took everything off except my watch and jewelery, and dived in. There I was, buck naked in a river that wasn't friendly. How I died, I don't know. Anyway, I got away from them, and straight into a fisherman's net. The family gave me clothes and a gun, I lied to them and said I'd lost everything in a hunting accident, they let me have their 12-gauge and a few rounds of ammo. I split when they said they had to make a call.

So there I was, looking like a hunter, up against God knows what, when I got jumped. And I mean /jumped/. One of the guys came at me, and I fired, he went down, I went to grab his handgun and got lifted in the air and slammed down into the trunk of the sedan. It was a hot and airless journey. By the time we got to NY, it was over 100 degrees F in there. I felt ready to die. They opened the trunk, gave me some water, and shoved me into a room with a chair and nothing else.

I'd seen enough cop shows to know that I was about to be interrogated. And I was. I didn't talk, and when I did I lied to their faces. They didn't buy it at all. I got tortured. No other word for it. They strapped electrodes between my legs and turned the power on. Jesus, that hurt a hell of a lot. Then they moved on to giving me the so-called 'truth serum', which is just a fancy name for a cocktail of chemicals that make you sing like a lark. After that they used me as a punching bag and dartboard, as well as making sure I couldn't escape. .

I eventually cracked and told them what happened. That's when the cops raided the place and got me out. I was rushed to hospital and put in the ER for treatment. I recovered, and was resting in the police station, when a folder caught my eye, marked 'Texas shootings', I leafed through it, and that's when my world exploded...

In that folder were bribes, Almost a million dollars worth of bribes from the Mob to the cops to keep a lid on the investigation. Well...that explains why nothing was ever done I guess.