Best Fiends

Chapter 16

The next morning came around as Tom and Jerry, who were both able to get up around noon, met each other by the door and discussed about what to do next, now that they have everything in place to help connect the pieces of the story together. 

Or so Jerry thought, that is.....

"Well this is it. My trip to this case is over and we can finally tell the people of New York who's the mastermind that took away a beloved journalist and a great politician." Jerry said, proudly.

"Heh, sounds like you got quite the eye catching experience. But before we leave, why don't I grab us a couple cups of coffee and a pack of doughnuts for the long road ahead. That way, you'll have something to keep you awake until we get back to New York City. I promise I won't be too long. There's this really good shop right across the street from the hotel and the doughnuts there are the best. That is, if I get there early before all the good ones are gone. And then I'll come around to pick you up in about 30 minutes. Does that sound good?" Tom offered.

"Sure. Thanks. Oh! Can you get some of the chocolate filled ones while you're there? They're my favorite." Jerry asked, excitedly.

"Haha. Sure. I'll be back, then." Tom said, ruffling his hair with a smile before driving his car over across the street.

Leaving Jerry in a sweetened love daze.

See?

What did I tell you Mr. Good-for-nothing agent.

You've got the wrong guy all along.

Whatever he did in the past, should just stay the way it is and if he wants to tell me later, he can say it to me in person.

I don't care.

Because there's no reason to exploit a good person, like him.

Jerry thought while carelessly throwing the profile folder on the side.

Until a slip of paper slowly started to fall off the corner of the manila folder that somehow had caught his attention as he picks up the paper and read through the lines.

Soon, his eyes begin to widened in complete shock once he saw a photo of Tom and Butch, who were causally talking in the very streets of Syracuse, New York.

He knew Butch?

But....

I don't understand....

Jerry thought while reading the rest of the information, ultimately putting two and two together at a simple conclusion.

That he was part of the mafia organization, all along.

And not a cop, like the agent had said.

But his heart never wanted to believe it from the very beginning.

He could feel his heart shatter into two.

With that one dreadful feeling, he never knew he would have to face, creeping up on him, fast.

His face at that point, had started to flush.

And his head was spinning in a frenzy.

Is this fear?

Or was it anger?

Possibly both?

He didn't know how to read it all through.

Nor find the right words to face all of it once he gets the facts straight.

The real truth behind it all.