I always wanted to go on a treasure hunt - Part 11

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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 instalment of an old feature, and back on the treasure hunt.



“Do you remember Nadia?”
Boggs was out the back on the veranda, sitting in an old lounge chair that had seen better days, eating tacos, or at least I think they were tacos.  He offered me one but I didn’t like the look of it.  Aside from the fact I wasn’t a fan of Mexican food.
“One of the Cossatino's, Vince’s sister, tall, shorts skirts and big, well you know what I mean.”
Statuesque, Amazonian, yes I did.  We all coveted what we couldn’t have.
“The same.  She’s back in town.”
“And this means what to us, if anything.  As I recall, the one time we tried talking to her, Vince had his friends rough us up.”
“I saw her with Alex today, in the warehouse.”
I had his attention.  I knew what he was thinking.
“Doing what, as if I couldn’t guess?”
“Alex wouldn’t be that stupid.”
“And we also said that when he fucked Annie in front of the class in the sports hall, not that we knew then what he was doing.”
Good point.  “No.  He told her to get the map from Rico.  Has Rico and her...”
“Dated?  Like Rico would be in her league.  He'd be little more than trash in her eyes.  But, no, not that I’m aware of.  But, if she was to throw herself at him, I’m sure he would react like any other dumb bastard who thinks with his dick and not his head.  But he hasn’t got the map.”
“Yet.”
“I still think I should try to sell it to Alex.”
“And I think if you are looking for a reason for a long hospital stay, that would be it.  You need to be careful where Rico is concerned.  Maybe we should check him out tomorrow.”
“I thought you had a job, and couldn’t get away.”
“My shift has changed to the afternoon, so I’ll be available in the mornings.  Do you know where Rico lives?”
“On his boat.  He has a small cruiser at the docks.  Uses if for, he says, fishing trips for businessmen, but I think he does the drug run from the shipping lanes to a quiet cove.”
“For the Benderby’s?”
“No idea, and don’t care.  But you’re right.  We should check him out.  Tomorrow morning.  I’ll meet you at Al’s fishing shop about 9:00.”

He’d finished the tacos, and clearly had something else to do, something that didn’t involve me.  I felt a little disappointed.


© Charles Heath 2019


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