Monday, July 16, 2007
New Beginning 316
He flew down to Florida to close the deal with Jack Stanley. The man waiting for him at the airport held a sign that said "Daniel Brady" in large, block letters. He held out his hand for Daniel's suitcase then gestured to the sliding doors at the far end of the baggage claim. Daniel followed.
The air outside was thick. Daniel moved through it slowly, the warmth coming as a shock after the cold of Chicago. In the space of three hours he had gone from eight degrees to eighty. The driver opened the back door of the sedan, and Daniel slid in. The interior of the car was crisp and cool. There was a partition between the front and back seats, but it was down.
The driver closed the trunk on Daniel's suitcase and got into the car. Disco-pop came from the radio. A meaty hand reached into the center console and turned the volume down a few notches. "You cool enough back there?"
The driver maneuvered the car onto the airport road and toward the highway. "So you hear about the new law the city's trying to pass? Keep sex offenders from living in Tampa?"
"Yeah, I heard."
"Well you want my opinion, it ain't gonna work. I mean forcing old ladies into spaghetti strap halters, tube tops, daisy dukes and stilletto heels? That ain't enough to drive a sex offender away."
"Guess not," Daniel mouthed. God, he hated Florida, hated it with a passion. Yet here he was in Florida again and for money no less. Even the whores make more than me, he thought.
"If that doesn't work, then what do they do? Nothin, that's what."
"You gotta get them dirty politicians and rub shit in their noses like bad puppies to get 'em to do anything but roll their eyes and rub their bald heads."
"Uh huh." Daniel adjusted his iPod. Wastin' away again in Margaritaville popped into his ears. "Turn left at Planet Earth, driver," he said as the man continued to gesticulate and rant.
Opening: Wednesday.....Continuation: Dave