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Chapter 8 by hammerheadstories hammerheadstories

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An Unexpected Oppurtunity

After changing your pants, you had only just begun getting ready for tonight when your phone rang. You were quite surprised by the intrusion. Very few had your personal phone number, and the caller-id was unknown. Ordinarily you would let it go to voicemail, but you were intrigued enough to give them a chance.

Bringing the phone to your ear, you greeted "Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Lawson?" A deep male voice answered.

"That depends, who's asking?"

"We are calling on behalf of Mr. Green," the voice continued. "The two of you had talked in the past about your love of cats. We were wondering if you would like to adopt a kitty."

Things were starting to fall into place. Mr. Green was the alias of one of New York City's most powerful Russian crime bosses. Considering your reputation, you suspected the man was not talking about animals.

"Yes, let Mr. Green know I would be quite interested," you replied, not wanting to pass up such a golden opportunity. "Do you have any more details?"

"Well, this kitty will be a handful," the man explained. "Definitely not house trained! Their previous owner was... not a nice man, to say the least. The kitty is real lucky Mr. Green was able to rescue her from that situation. But he's a busy man with his hands full, and he really can't give her the care she deserves. So, he's looking to hand her off to a like-minded man like yourself."

Very cryptic, but you were starting to get an idea of what he was referring to. "Well, that all sounds excellent! When can I expect to meet the kitty?"

"You'll receive a call in a few days with the details. Have a nice afternoon, Mr. Lawson." With that, the call abruptly ended, leaving you more than a little confused.

Sitting down on a couch, you tried to piece through the information. From the previous owner comments, your assuming he meant some rival in the city. Perhaps a henchwoman? Regardless, the bit about her not being house-trained seemed crystal clear to you.

Looks like you'd need those cells in the basement after all.

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