best of three

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Copyright © 2019, Michael M Wayman

They took the train to Big City, to Poothney. They walked along Poothney High Street until “Here it is.” Amy pressed one of the doorbells, they walked in and up two stairs. “You are Charley Walker.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, you want to come in. Welcome to my tiny bedsit. What do you want from me?”

“I’m Amy, this is Jimmie and the policewoman. You probably know who we are. I know that you visited a start-up business yesterday in Golden Green. I also know that tomorrow you will receive an invitation to join them, a letter or a phone call.”

“We urge you to accept it.” Amy stared at him heavily.

They took the underground to Hamblestow and walked until “Here it is.” Amy stared heavily at the front door and it opened, they walked in and up the stairs. Amy stared heavily at a large woman sitting at a desk, the woman slumped back in her seat.

They entered the room and there he was.

“Who are you? What do you want?” He secretly pushed a button in his desk and reached for a gun.

Amy sat opposite him. “You are a very nasty and a very evil man.”

He laughed “So what?”

“I don’t like very nasty and a very evil people.”

His laughter turned to panic. “You are trying to kill me.”

“I’m not trying to kill you.” said Amy indignantly. “No, I am killing you.”

The man let out a long and low groan and banged his head down on the desk.

Amy looked around the room, she stared heavily at a bookcase, it opened like a door.

“Let’s go!” The bookcase closed behind them, they walked downstairs and found themselves back in the street.

They took the underground to the river, they entered a very large, concrete box, Amy had three tickets for Beethoven’s Ninth.

The restaurant was good. Amy said that she was happy and feeling good. Jimmie and the policewoman put their arms around her and hugged her.

It would happen very soon.