Get information.

Twenty-four hours have passed and not a bleeding piece of information about who committed the atrocities against two of my most loyal subordinates. I was especially appalled at what had happened to Marco, but that aside – someone would pay.

Obviously I can’t go to the police, even though I have a few of them as usual in my pay. Corrupt cops are so common it is almost frightening, but not as frightening as I can be. I have had my people leaning on everyone and anyone they can think of, and not a drop of success or luck. But as I said, it is just a matter of time before someone blabs or squeaks.

I am also amazed at the lack of any news articles about my company in the news. I figured for sure that something would have been printed, but it seems strangely absent, and I don’t know why. I don’t like not knowing, as that is the main power source for anyone of positions of power like me. And not knowing is frustrating as all hell, and all I can do is yell at people to get their heads out their asses and get me some answers. Nothing at all, nada, squat, zero, zippo.

On a whim I decided to shake the tree myself and see what came out of it. I made arrangements with my security people to visit that reporter Michelle, and ask her some ‘personal’ questions about what she knows about my people and why. I made sure I was taking three others with me to her house, and I was assured by my security clowns that the area was okay for us to go there.

We went to her house in the country in two separate vehicles, both dark colored SUV’s, and parking in the shadows. I brought some of my favorite toys with me to ask this reporter my questions, and they almost always worked.

The lights were on in a couple of the rooms of the house, which was a good-sized two-story house for a person of her income. That or Daddy bought it for her before he died. My two bigger goons picked the locks quietly, and then we all charged into the house from the front. Then all of a sudden the lights went out and I heard a commotion between my security guys and someone else.

I started edging back towards the door and was rewarded with a strong arm across my throat and a **** rag across my face, and that was all I remembered until…. I woke up wondering who the hell were these people? Mafia? Agency? Who?