LONG DRIVE HOME by DFWBeast
Mandy stared at the well-dressed man standing in front of her, his words still echoing in her mind. Amanda Black, you've been served, he'd said with a little sadness. The people in the office had grown deathly quiet, and for a moment Mandy thought time might have stood still. In her hand was the death warrant for her five-year marriage.
With a small sob, she slumped into a chair clutching the paper. Slowly, the office began to come to life. The stares, the whispers and all the disapproving looks started to build. Suddenly, Mandy heard her friend's soft voice beside her.
"Mandy, come on," Kit said gently as she took her friend by the arm and stood her to her feet, "let's get you into a conference room and out of this spotlight." The raven-haired thirty-something woman guided her friend away from the gawking stares of their fellow office workers.
Those who had witnessed the show noted how Mandy had gone from a loud, flirty, fun-loving blonde to a beaten woman in just minutes. A few saw humor in the irony; others pity. Most already suspected the reason behind the divorce papers.
"How? I...I...don't understand," Mandy stammered, "Things had just started changing for the better."
She clutched herself, as if her hug would give her more strength. Kit slid her arm around her, trying to comfort her friend.
"I don't know, girl," Kit said gently. "Did Eric say anything? Any clue this was coming?"
"Just the opposite," she managed to say between gasps, "It was like we were newlyweds again. I figured he was making up for all the wasted time he'd spent overseas."
Kit flinched only slightly but Mandy noticed it.
Mandy replayed the last four months of her marriage in her mind. Since Eric came home from Afghanistan, their sex life had been incredible. It was even better than after he had returned from Iraq two and a half years ago. He had been so passionate and physical. Oh God, she thought to herself, most times I can barely walk afterwards. She smiled sadly as she wiped a remaining tear from her eye.
"It's been so hot and exciting! I mean after I got back from that business trip last week," Mandy's smile warmed a little, "oh my God Kit, Eric just wore me out! We did it so much that I ended up begging him to stop!"
Mandy's smile disappeared when she looked at her friend's questioning face. "No! Nothing happened when I was on that trip. I told you it was over," she retorted.
Kit nodded but wasn't smiling. In a calm voice she asked, "When was the last time Eric just held you, or simply spent time kissing and touching you. Sweetheart, when was the last time he gently made love to you?"
She sat there in a daze, looking questioningly at Kit. "What?"
With a determined sigh, Kit looked at her friend for a moment before going on. "Mandy," she asked bluntly, "was he making love to you or just fucking you?"
Mandy's buried her face in her hands and sobbed deeply. But why? Why would he do that? She wondered then suddenly froze. No, he couldn't know, could he? Slowly raising her head she had a look of horror on her face.
"Oh God, Kit" she whispered, "He knows. Oh God please no! Please no!"
Tears began to fill Kit's eyes as she held her weeping friend. She knew Eric pretty well and if he really did know, then this would get ugly.
Eric nodded as he listened on his cell. "Thank you, sir," he finally said upon hearing his wife had been served and that the packages containing the pictures and legal documents had been delivered. Hanging up, he turned his attention to his laptop.
With a simple click he started the process that would change his unfaithful wife's life forever. One she'll remember for the rest of her life, he thought to himself as he picked up his cellphone and dialed.
"Hello, this is HR," said a sweet young voice, "How may I help you?"
"Mr. Davis, please," Eric said coolly. "This is Eric Black."
"Oh! Mr. Black!" the girl said quickly. "Let me transfer you!"
A few seconds later Eric was speaking to a man who most had never seen smile. The conversation was brief. Neither man raised his voice, but the hostility was not missed by either of them.
As Eric ended the call, he let out a deep sigh. Looking at his phone, he saw on the call log that his wife had already called him five times. Not yet, he thought trying to steady himself, not yet.
There was a brisk knock on the conference room door. As Kit opened it, she immediately recognized the three individuals standing in front of her. The first was a well-dressed elderly man named Simon Samuels, the Vice President and head of their branch.
Behind him stood the imposing presence of John Davis, Director of Human Resources. Kit couldn't miss the fact that Mr. Davis' face was bright red and she swore that she could see heat coming off his face.
Behind the two of them stood Anna Prescott, Office Manager and Kit and Mandy's supervisor.
"Ms. Garnett, we need to speak with Ms. Black," Mr. Samuels said, his face grim, "Thank you for your assistance but please return to your desk."
The three walked into the room and Kit left behind them, gently closing the door.
"Ms. Black, we have a problem," Mr. Samuels began.
Mandy walked quickly out into the parking lot, trying not to stumble. She held tightly to the manila envelope that Mr. Davis had given her. Inside were pictures--horrible pictures of her and Sean Thompson, a business manager from the third floor.
Mr. Davis had briefly recapped his discussion with Eric. Eric was threatening to make public the fact that the company had not enforced their code of conduct policy. He'd told Mr. Davis that he'd discuss it with his future ex-wife at home before he decided on whether to pursue any possible legal actions. Mr. Davis informed her that they would be meeting with Sean next but that she "should get her ass home and talk with her husband before this all gets out of hand". He had also informed her that they would all sit down with her and discuss her future with the company tomorrow, after she had met with her husband.
Mandy had a difficult time finding her car because she was still crying so hard. The bright sunlight glared off of the cars making them a little more difficult to identify. However, her car should not have been that hard to find. The big black Hyundai Santa Fe was not easily hidden. Mandy crawled into it, remembering the fights that had led up to Eric finally agreeing to lease the car for her. He'd conceded just before he'd left for Afghanistan.
She wiped her eyes, put on her sunglasses and took off for home. A man in an old Chevy sedan parked close by picked up his cell.
"Thanks Bob," Eric said calmly, "No, no, that's all. Please tell Ron that you guys did a great job and deserved the bonus. Thanks again. Goodbye."
Looking down at his laptop, Eric sighed again. Just one more call, he thought to himself, just one more and there would be no turning back. But why would he even want to go back? All that was left was an unfaithful wife that tore his heart out and a shattered marriage that he would never be able to put back together again. Eric shook his head and took out a prepaid cellphone. This last call needed to be untraceable.
He dialed quickly, then waited.
First ring.
Second ring.
Third ring, a soft click and then...silence.
Eric sat, emotionless, as he stared at the video feed on his laptop. Finally, after several minutes, a tear ran down his cheek.
Mandy pulled the big SUV out onto the Interstate and groaned. She had hoped she would be able to avoid the rush hour traffic. She hadn't. She pounded on the steering wheel. At this rate she knew that her usual 30-minute commute would take over an hour.
She thought about her marriage, about how unlikely she would be able to salvage any of it. Eric had found out about her affair. Before Iraq, he might have been able to forgive her but not now. The pictures had been taken while he was away in Afghanistan. She sobbed realizing what he must think. Even though the chances were remote, she had to try to save it, simply because she still loved him.
A funny way of showing it though, huh? She chided herself. Cheating on him not once, but both times he had gone overseas to serve his country. She shook her head quickly, as if trying to push back the guilt and shame, but the tears began flowing again.
Trust was not something that came easily to Eric. His childhood had been a hard one. His father had run out on him and his mother when he was little and his mother was an alcoholic. In the five years they'd been married, Mandy had only seen his mother twice. Once at their wedding and once when their son was born. It had taken him years to trust Mandy.
When they had met in college, she'd known he was a soldier. She thought she had accepted that. He'd already served two active years and was well on the way to receiving his engineering degree. They had dated a year before Eric asked her to marry him. She could still hear her father's reaction.
"No Mandy, this has nothing to do with Eric," her father had said, "I think he'll make a great husband. It's more about you! I don't know that you'll make a good military wife. Now don't get mad, honey, but it's damn hard to be a good husband or wife when your spouse leaves for a year."
Mike Lomax, Mandy's father, had served in the Navy for four years when Mandy was little. She still remembered the fights her parents had gotten into during that time. She'd always known that he and her mom had had a rough time of it and that he didn't want that for his little girl.
You were right Daddy, Mandy sniffed as she shook her head, you were so right. I made a terrible soldier's wife!
They had bought a very nice starter home and Eric had settled into a nice engineering position. Life looked so very promising, and then Uncle Sam called. When he got the news of his deployment, she had berated him mercilessly about him abandoning her. To make things more difficult, when Eric left for Iraq, she was already four months pregnant.
Mandy wiped her eyes as she crept through traffic. She remembered the loneliness she'd felt as she went on with life without Eric there. Sure, her mom and dad had done their best to help, but the sleepless nights alone had eaten at her. She had needed Eric to hold her during that time, to hear his voice whispering it would be alright, but he wasn't there.
She knew that she was being selfish, that being gone while she was pregnant had torn him apart also. But that hadn't made the nights less cold and lonely. Her mother had moved in the last month before the baby was born and that had helped...some.
Mandy and her mom, Lisa, had a very close relationship in most areas. Their personalities were so very close that it seemed more like they were best friends rather than mother and daughter. But there were some things that her mom just wouldn't talk about. The details about her marriage during the time her dad was in the Navy were one of them. When Mandy would try to push the subject, her mother would always become very upset.
Eric got to come home on R&R the day after Randy was born. For a brief moment it was like we were a real family, Mandy thought, but it didn't last. He left just ten days later, and she was alone again.
Her mother had seen some of the signs and had begged her not to give in to them. She continuously harped on the damage just one mistake could do to so many people's lives. Of course, she wouldn't go into any detail but Mandy suspected that her father may have had an affair. They were always pleasant and polite to each other, even friendly, but never passionate. It was more like they were friends living in the same house.
Mandy remembered how she had fought the depression and loneliness for months after the birth. Going back to work helped at first. Then she was assigned to a project with Sean Thompson.
Where Eric had rugged, boy-next-door good looks, Sean could have been a male model. His smooth baritone voice and beautiful smile had made Mandy's heart skip a beat whenever he'd enter the room. He carried himself with such confidence and had such an impressive air about him.
She knew he was married to an attractive wealthy socialite from New York. They and their children had just moved to the area a couple of years earlier. She had even met his wife once at a company party. She was beautiful--in a cosmetically enhanced way--and her personality was, perfectly suited for one of those 'housewife' reality TV shows. But it just made Sean that much more exciting. Just a month after they had begun working together, she wilted under the temptation.
Wilted? She grimaced. That's bullshit. I was the one flirting with him. A short two-day business trip with the project team had provided the opportunity to turn that flirting into a full blown affair. They met several more times, but she ended it shortly before Eric came home.
Eric returned changed. The care-free, country boy part of him seemed to have died. She knew his tour had been difficult and that he'd lost some close friends while he was over there.
She even remembered the call from him a day after the worst had happened. The Humvee in front of him had hit an IED, killing three of his friends and maiming another one. Eric had taken it hard.
Mandy remembered just letting him cry on the phone because there was so little she could say that could comfort him. She even got choked up telling him how much she loved and missed him, mostly because she truly meant it but partially because of her shame from being with Sean just five days earlier.
She had spent the first several months after his return just holding Eric, trying to nurture him back into the man he had been before he'd left. There was no doubt in her mind that she loved him and her affair with Sean was just a season of weakness.
Then, just when things seemed to be going so well again, his deployment orders to Afghanistan came through. She was crushed.
Not surprisingly, two months after he left, she found herself back in Sean's arms. She knew there was no excuse for it, but in the end her guilt was trumped by her loneliness and fear. She had pursued Sean again and it had taken all of her charms to get him away from that succubus in marketing that he had started up with after their affair ended.
She felt her face flush with the shame of what she had done. Of course you're ashamed but it didn't stop you, did it? Mandy scolded herself. She tried to fight back the tears but failed, feeling her self-loathing pouring out with each one.
Sean had spent several weekends staying at her house. He had even managed to get her on another project with him. For a moment, Mandy had even considered leaving Eric. Then reality set in.
She, Randy and her parents had gone to Fort Bragg, North Carolina to meet Eric when he came back for R&R. The trip there was tense, to say the least. Mandy was sure her parents suspected the affair but they hadn't confronted her about it yet.
Then she saw Eric and every care fell away. When he held her and kissed her she remembered why she had married him in the first place. They spent every hour, rekindling their marriage and strengthening their family.
Mandy smiled weakly when she thought of that time. Eric had been so passionate, so tender, so incredibly loving, she had sworn to herself at that moment that she would remain faithful to him for the rest of her life. Then Eric had told her he wasn't going to re-enlist, that within four months after he returned from Afghanistan he would be a civilian. She had wept openly knowing they were soon going to be a real family again.
After she had returned from Fort Bragg, she broke off all relations with Sean, much to his frustration and anger. She poured everything she had into preparing for Eric's return.
Mandy had even started seeing a doctor about her fears and loneliness. She was diagnosed as clinically depressed and had begun counseling and medication. As the months went by, she felt herself getting stronger both mentally and emotionally. She swore each day that she was going to make up for all of this by being the best wife Eric could've ever hoped for.
Finally when he returned several months later, she had made good on her vows. She had denied him nothing, not her body, her attention, nor any part of her love.
Kit was right though, things had been different when Eric had returned home this time. He was more guarded and didn't share his heart as freely. She had just thought it was because of the things that had happened when he was overseas. Now she began to realize he had already known about her affair, and that thought terrified her.
Solemnly, Eric stared out the window watching the gentle rain fall on those unfortunate enough to be caught in it. He could tell that the little cloudburst wouldn't last very long. Soon the sun would be shining again. Not soon enough, Eric thought to himself, no, not nearly soon enough.
He watched the little dot on the laptop screen. It had been stationary for a while but was now finally moving. His wife's SUV was still caught in traffic but was now making progress.
With a deep sigh he looked at his watch. It was time to make the call. Depending on what was said this could be the last time he spoke with the woman he had deeply loved for the last six years of his life.
Mandy almost jerked the steering wheel when her cell phone rang. A quick look told her it was him. She said a short prayer, took a deep breath and answered.
"Eric?"
"Yeah, it's me," he replied.
"Baby please," she said as she tried to stifle sob, "Please let me try to explain, to tell you how sorry I am! Baby? Eric?"
There was only silence.
"Sweetheart?" she said, "Are you still there?"
"Yeah, for the moment," he replied curtly.
"Honey, where are you? Are you at home with Randy?"
"I don't have a home, Mandy," he said, his voice betraying his pain for only a second. "You took care of that."
"Where are you?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm just waiting."
"For me?" her voice was hopeful.
"Like you waited for me, honey?"
Mandy couldn't contain the sob as it caught in her throat. She had never heard so much pain and anger in his voice before, and certainly never directed at her.
"Eric please, there's so much to say. I've screwed up so badly, I know I have! But I need to talk to you; there is so much I need to say to you. I love you, baby, only you!"
There was only silence on the other end of the line. Then he spoke, "Alright Mandy, say what you need to, but I doubt it's going to change anything. You've been sleeping with some other guy while I've been away. Not once, but many times. So just what the hell do you think you could say that will make any difference?"
"Please Eric, please for our sake?" She begged through her tears, "Don't give up on us before I see you, please baby?"
"Don't give up?" he hissed, "Like you did on us?"
"No!" she screamed over the phone, "I know what I did doesn't look like it but I never gave up on us. I was alone and scared. I know it's no excuse, but I was. But I still love you and I believe in us, baby. I really do."
"Are you serious?" he said, surprised. Eric paused for a moment wondering if she actually believed what she was spewing.
“You mean you didn’t give up on us when you gave him a blowjob? How about when you were screaming his name as he banged you again and again? Tell me how the hell you could even begin to think that wasn't fucking giving up on us!"
All she could do was cry as she crawled through traffic, trying to get to him as quickly as she could. If she could just see him face-to-face then he'd see the remorse she felt, and then there might be some hope.
He continued bitterly. "I finally got the proof my whore of a wife was cheating on me while I was in Afghanistan. Lucky for both of us I guess. I think I might have killed you and that asshole if I'd found out while I was state-side.
After a few seconds, he sighed. "Amanda this will be our last conversation. If we get disconnected or either one of us gets put on hold, then there won't be another one."
"Eric, please," she pleaded. "We can go to counseling. We can get through this baby, we really can."
He continued. "Listen, there are a few things you need to know before you get home. First, I've cleaned out all of our accounts and maxed out all the credit cards. I figure you've screwed me over for the past three years so I'm returning the favor."
He ignored her gasp.
"You can keep the house since I'm sure I can still smell him in our bed. I packed up the things I wanted; it ended up only fitting in a single suitcase, so the rest is yours. You can keep your SUV, though I'm not sure how you'll pay for it since I'd suspect you'll be fired tomorrow.
"I've sent those pictures to all of your co-workers, family, all of our friends and even our church. Plus, I've submitted them and a bunch of video to several porn sites, along with all your information. I'd suspect that you'll be very popular soon."
"Oh Eric, no," Mandy sobbed, "Why? Why wouldn't you wait until we had talked?"
"I did wait, Mandy," he said calmly, "I waited four months after I got back, but you said nothing. And wouldn't have said anything if you hadn't had been caught, isn't that right, baby?"
What could she say? He was right.
"As for your little boy toy," Eric sneered, "I almost paid him a little visit. But after meeting with his wife a few times, I don't think that it will be necessary. That is one vindictive bitch! You might want to give Sean a little heads up. He'd better run.
"Seems his wife's family has some interesting connections with some very shady people. It wouldn't surprise me if little Sean doesn't get through the year without having an 'accident'. She'll probably come after his little sluts, too. Oh wait! That would include you too, wouldn't it?
"Eric, please, give me the chance to make this up to you, please?"
Mandy's cellphone beeped. Looking at it she recognized the number. "Eric? It's Mrs. Johnson from next door calling--"
"I told you, if you disconnect, we're done." His tone was threatening.
Startled, Mandy replied softly, "Ok, ok baby. I was just concerned that maybe something had happened to Randy."
"Randy's fine," Eric's voice softened. "He's with me right now and he's sound asleep."
She sighed in relief and let the call go to her voice mail.
"Speaking of Sean's wife, Victoria," he said calmly, "while you two went out on your little 'business trip' last week--"
He was interrupted by Mandy's cellphone buzzing again. It was another neighbor calling.
"Sweetheart, it's Mrs. Wilcox. Are you sure Randy's ok?"
"Yes, both Randy and I are perfectly alright," Eric said with an eerie tone that made Mandy begin to panic.
He chuckled. "Now, about Victoria Thompson. She's quite something. While you and that asshole were finally acting like you should've been for the past three years, I was spending two days getting to know his wife....intimately."
Mandy gasped as she felt both the anger and hurt from hearing of her husband's betrayal. Her tears began to flow again.
"I'd like to tell you she's a hell of a lot better in bed than you were, but the truth is that she isn't," he stated. "Between her whining and her bitching about everything she wants and where and when to do it, hell that just took the fun out of it. I'm sure Sean would agree. So congratulations Mandy, you've won the 'best fuck by a slut' award."
"Eric, stop it! Please!" Mandy begged. "Please...just...stop." She began sobbing again.
She slammed her small fists against the steering wheel, screaming profanities at the surrounding cars as they crept forward. Slowly she regained her composure as she wiped away the tears of frustration.
"Alright Eric, she sniffled, "you win. You've got your revenge. You've broken me."
She paused, waiting for him to respond, but only heard silence.
"But I still love you, Eric," she said softly. "There's no excuse for what I did, I know that, but all I'm asking is the chance to make it up to you. I'm begging you please...please let me explain myself. There are some medical issues you should know about. If you ever loved me, please meet with me. Please baby?"
"Medical reasons?" he snorted, "Post-partum depression? Clinical depression? Bi-polarism? Hell, try post-traumatic disorder! In the end it doesn't really matter does it, Mandy? You still went and fucked some other guy.
"How did I find out? It really doesn't matter. Once I did, I hired some people to watch you. They did one hell of a job too, they tapped phones, and planted cameras all over our house, even put one in our bedroom."
"Oh Eric," she cried, "Do you really hate me so much that you could do all of this? Isn't there even the tiniest bit of love left?"
"Well, there was," he replied quietly, "before I watched that video of you and him in our bed. Do you remember that time Mandy, the time that Randy walked in on the two of you?"
Mandy gasped. Oh God no! Please not that!
Eric's voice was strained as he fought to control his emotions. "Image how I felt as I sat there and watched as my two year old son called another man 'dada'. Anything I felt for you died right then as I watched you lift our son into bed with the both of you!
"Damn you, bitch!" Eric voice cracked. "I guess I was lucky that I didn't see that until after we had spent time at Fort Bragg. When I saw that I was shattered. I almost lost it over there and that's a place you can't afford to 'lose it'."
Eric looked down at his laptop and saw that Mandy was almost home. A cruel smile distorted his handsome face as he continued in a chilly tone.
"And as far as hurting you? Amanda, I haven't even started yet. I've still got a few--"
He heard Mandy gasp. "Oh...my...God! " she whispered.
"--surprises left," he finished.
Mandy pulled her SUV over to the side of the road and watched in horror as flames engulfed what had once been their home.
"Like I said, Amanda, the house and everything left inside it is yours."
Mandy began to shake, still not believing her eyes.
"Dammit Eric! What did you do?"
"That's a rhetorical question isn't it?" Eric said with a smirk. "I was trained to build things in combat conditions, Mandy. Wouldn't it make sense, I might know a thing or two about destroying those things too?"
"Where's Randy?" she yelled. "Dammit Eric, where the hell is my son?"
"Our son is sitting about three feet from me asleep in his car seat. So tell me," he said tauntingly, "can you read the message I left on our front yard?"
"What?" she stammered, "What message...oh my God..."
Eric chuckled. "I wasn't sure people would be able to read it from ground level. But the news helicopters, they should enjoy the words 'CHEATING SLUT' burned into the front lawn."
"I wouldn't count on a lot of sympathy from the neighbors," he continued, "I had those pictures posted around the neighborhood and paid some teenage boys to distribute extra copies up and down the block."
He stopped for a few seconds and listened to his wife weep.
"Mandy? You might want to consider," Eric said bitterly, "where you're going to sleep tonight and in the near future. I guess you could sleep in your SUV, until they come and repo it. Or maybe--no, I doubt Sean will be able to help you. I'm sure Victoria is flaying him alive by now. I guess that just leaves your parents." He chuckled, "I wonder how your Dad will feel about having two sluts living under his roof?"
"What?" Mandy whimpered through her sobs.
"Damn Mandy, how stupid are you really? You always told me that you thought your dad had cheated on your mother when he was in the navy. Hell, it was your mother who cheated on him!"
"Mom?" she said her voice shaking.
Eric laughed cruelly. "Oh hell yeah! He told me a little about it after I came home from Iraq. Now why do you think he'd do that Mandy? You think maybe he suspected his little baby girl was cheating on her husband just like her momma had done to him?
"But unlike your father," Eric continued, "I can't live with a slut wife the rest of my life. Maybe he stayed for you or maybe he still loved her, I don't know, that's his decision. Mine is to start again and hopefully find a woman that I can spend the rest of my life with. I'm sure I'll find someone who can love me, be faithful and make a good mother to Randy.
"Please, Eric," Mandy sobbed, "I can be that kind of wife, just give me another chance to show you. And I'm already a good mother to Randy. I'm the only mother he needs!"
"I guess that's something the courts will have to decide, isn't it?" he said calmly. "Of course the fact that I've burned down our house and have effectively bankrupted us probably won't go in my favor."
Eric watched as a young man wearing a jersey and ball cap got out of a cab and stood on the curb looking in his general direction. Eric flashed his headlights twice and the kid began walking towards him.
"Alright Mandy," Eric said calmly looking at his watch, "There's a few things you still need to know and there isn't much more time, so listen very carefully.
"First, that your bosses shouldn't get too excited by my threats. However, Victoria is filing a similar lawsuit and will probably win. I think the courts will really like her and all the evidence that I've given her.
As for me," Eric cleared his throat, "well, I don't like my chances in court, so I've accepted a job overseas. I think Randy and I will like it pretty well."
"No!" Mandy screamed into the phone. "You can't take my baby!"
"Actually, bitch, he's my son and I can."
"No Eric, please!" she begged, "He's my son, too!"
"Amanda," he said calmly, "he won't even remember you after a few years. I don't remember my dad. But don't worry, I'll send pictures of him to you at Christmas and we'll even call on Mother's Day and his birthday. Since we won't know where you'll be, we'll just call your parents."
Mandy wept bitterly as she realized the hopelessness of her situation.
Eric sat for a moment, concerned and somewhat disturbed by his own actions. He knew he had no intentions of sending any pictures or calling her ever again. The thought of her waiting desperately for calls that would never come and reliving this revenge for years to come was crueler than he had previously thought himself capable of.
"Goodbye, cunt," he said coldly. "I hope you rot in Hell."
He wiped a tear from his cheek listening to her hysterical screaming, begging for her son as he hung up.
"Captain Black?" the kid in the jersey asked standing in front of him.
"Not anymore," Eric smiled weakly, "I'm just Eric Black. Well, at least for a little bit longer."
The young man grinned and handed him the manila envelope that contained account numbers and passwords to the off-shore bank accounts that his funds had been deposited in, minus of course, certain 'fees'.
"Here are the passports, picture ID's and airline tickets for Marcus Grey and his son Michael Grey," the teen said smiling.
Eric smiled a little more and began placing his old ID's and the two SIM cards from the cell phones into a small metal bucket. With a smirk he took a lighter and melted them into a small puddle of blackened plastic. He then took a small hammer and smashed both cell phones and tossed the remains into the bucket. Satisfied with his handiwork, he threw the entire bucket into a dumpster.
"That felt better than I could have ever imagined," Eric grinned as he handed the hammer and lighter to the man. He quickly took out the keys to the car and handed them over to the kid. "Tell Bob and Ron thanks for the rental," he said softly.
"Who?" the young man asked with a huge smile on his face.
"My apologies," Eric chuckled, "I must have been mistaken."
A few minutes later, Eric was checking his bags at an airline. He couldn't help smiling as he thought about what the next few weeks held for him and his son.
His contract didn't begin until next month so they were going to spend a couple weeks on a secluded beach with an attractive lieutenant he had met while in Afghanistan. They'd only been friends when he'd gotten proof that his wife had been cheating, now Eric was eager to see if there was something more there.
"Mr. Grey?" the man behind the check-in counter said politely, "you and your son have a wonderful flight."
Marcus Grey and his son walked down the concourse and began their new lives.
