Chapter 9
Jack
It was ten past noon when Bart entered the Starbucks. We noticed him immediately because he was looking around as if looking for someone. He broke into a broad smile as soon as his eyes landed on me. Evidently he has seen my photo in the back of my books.
Evidently, Bart foresaw that we would be a bit skeptical of his help. He brough video of him catching his wife fucking another man in his own bed. The phone was dropped on the dresser while Bart was being attacked by the naked lover. The entire event was recorded.
Next he showed us a newspaper clipping about a local car dealer who was beaten in an alley. Attackers were never apprehended. The irate ex-husband of woman the man had affair with was a suspected in the case but he was out of the state at the time.
“So, what exactly do you want from us?” I asked curiously. “Not a thing Jack. You are my favorite writer and I want to do this for you. I saw what he did to you and that is not right. I just want to even the score,” Bart told us.
“So, what do we need to do?” I asked wondering exactly how this would go down. “I think you should take your gal on a nice two day getaway to Vancouver Canada. When you come back next Wednesday morning, things will have been taken care of.” Bart suggested.
It was just 6pm when Piper and I checked in to our hotel room in Canada. Being across the border in Canada will be a great alibi when the cops decide to investigate me for anything that might happen to Jerry.
As soon as we were in the hotel room, we stripped naked and fucked our brains out. During the two days we stayed in Canada, we mostly hung out by the pool and fucked our brains out like we were on a honeymoon.
I did take Piper on a dinner cruise on Monday evening where we watched the sun go down over the Pacific Ocean. After the sunset, we had a lovely fish and shrimp dinner on the small cruise ship.
When we arrived home late on Tuesday evening, there was a newspaper clipping in our mailbox. Local doctor attacked and beaten at his mansion.