I always wanted to go on a treasure hunt - Part 7

Here’s the thing.

Every time I close my eyes, I see something different.

I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox.

But these dreams are nothing to laugh about.

Once again there's a new installment of an old feature, and back on the treasure hunt.

My mother was happy that I’d been given a job, and when I relayed Benderby’s message, she said she would have to call and thank him.
It was in a tone that surprised me, and if I had not known better, I was left with the impression she might actually go out with him.  Aside from the fact Benderby was married, he also hit on every woman he could, especially those at work.
I shrugged.  My mother was old enough to look after herself.
Boggs came around, having realized I was not going to answer his calls and demanded to know what my problem was.
“Some of us have to work, Boggs.  It’s taken a while but I realize my mother cannot do it on her own.”
“But working for Benderby, that’s like selling out to Satan.”
“It’s one of the few places where there still is work.  Besides, I’m not shoveling the shit, just taking inventory of it.  Pencil pusher.  I have to make this work so anything we do will have to be outside working hours.”  Then, another thought came to me, one that might appease Boggs.  “In fact, you could think of me as your inside man.  Working there, I should be able to keep an eye on the Benderby’s and finds out what they know, and are doing, if anything.  Don’t you think?”
He looked both skeptical and reluctant, but, saying it out aloud made some sort of sense.
“I’m not putting the treasure hunt on hold, Sam,” he said, in that sulky tone he used when he didn’t get his way.
“Don’t expect you to, but I wouldn’t get to carried away with it.  I heard Rico trying to sell Alex Benderby the map this morning.”
“In the employee car park.  Alex reckons the map is a load a bunk.  You still got it?”
I saw his hand go over his back pocket.  “It’s safe.”
“And you reckon it’s real.  Maybe that was not the sort of thing you should be talking about in front of Rico.  He wants it, but peddling it to Alex wasn’t his best play.  You know what’ll happen if he gets his hands on it.”
“Rico will get cut out.
“So will you.”
“Not if I keep a copy and sell him the original.  We’re going to need money to carry out our own search.”
I shook my head.  “You will not come out ahead.  The Benderby’s of this world always win and the likes of us always lose.”
“That may or may not be the case, but we have to take control of this.  At least it will take Rico out of the equation.  I’ll work on a plan.  Thanks for the tip.  And, as you say, you can be my inside man.  That way we might be able to keep one step ahead of them.”
If they decided to be players.  But, would be no stopping him. 

I sighed.  This whole map thing was going to end badly.

© Charles Heath 2019


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