Finding You Always

Decode

Chapter 156: Decode

Weaver walked along the hall of holding cells until he came to the final one, where Cassidy Gold was being kept. The younger man lay on the cot in the cell, looking bored out of his mind.

"Cassidy Gold," Weaver said, calling his attention. The other man sat up.

"It's about damn time..." he said, as he got up.

"I did what you asked. I stole that kid's car and said all the things I was supposed to and yet you still haven't come through on your part of the deal," Cass responded angrily.

"I'm a busy man, Mr. Gold...but I always come through on my deals," Weaver retorted, as he unlocked the cell.

"You're free to go," he stated.

"And the charges, the arrest...my previous record?" Cass questioned.

"This arrest and all your others are gone...erased from the system. Your record is completely spotless," Weaver replied, as he handed him a bag with his sparse belongings.

"Great...now maybe I can blow this town," he said.

"That's not a part of our deal," Weaver replied.

"What do you mean?" Cass questioned.

"Your record is clean and will stay that way, as long as you stay here in Hyperion Heights and keep your nose clean, of course," Weaver stated. Cass scoffed.

"I should have known this deal would come with more strings than it was worth," he spat.

"Oh, I assure you that this deal is one you want to keep, Mr. Gold," Weaver responded.

"Yeah? And how's that? No one is going to hire me in this stupid neighborhood, which means I'll end up going back to stealing to get by. You cops are all the same, you know," he commented.

"Even if a guy like me tries to clean up his act, it never works, because the cops stack the deck against us," he ranted.

"And if you would close your mouth for two seconds, you might be proven wrong on that," Weaver snapped. Cass scoffed.

"Fine..." he replied, as Weaver took out of roll of cash and Cass' eyes widened in disbelief.

"You're on my payroll now, Cassidy Gold; that is, if you choose to take my job offer," Weaver replied.

"And...what job do you want me to do? You know, that's a lot of money and it's tempting, but I'm not offing someone if that's what this is," Cass said. Weaver smirked.

"It's good that even as a thief there are lines you will not cross," he commented.

"No, there is no killing involved in this job. You're now an informant for me. You'll go where I tell you, do what I tell you, spy on who I tell you to, and anything else I need," Weaver responded.

"That's it? Spying? Watching people?" Cass questioned.

"For now...there may be instances later where your expertise as a thief are needed. But for now, yes...you're my new mole and your new security post job at the Stavros' Ancient Artifact Museum begins tomorrow morning," Weaver said, as he handed a badge of credentials to him, as well as a bag with a uniform in it. Cass looked stunned and a little bewildered.

"Use the money to get yourself a decent apartment too and something to eat. There will be more where that came from if you do your job," Weaver promised, as he turned and walked away with an amused smirk on his face, leaving Cassidy Gold behind.

"Uh...thanks!" he called, still confused on why Weaver would choose him for this. But if it was for this kind of money and stability, then Cass wasn't going to think twice about accepting such an offer.