On The Run

Chapter 3

The house was nice and very white with dark wood floors. Christian noticed there Were pictures on the walls nor was there a lot of furniture. It was too modern for his tastes. They walked into the kitchen and dinning area. It was opened up the the family room. Jose went over to the fridge, opened it, and reached in for a couple of long neck bottles, and tossed one over to Christian. He caught it was ease and snapped off the cap, taking a swing of the liquid.

Christian took a quick glance around the room. There was no place he could put a bug at. He was going to get crafty and soon.

"So, tell me about yourself?" Jose asked before bringing the bottle up to his lips to take a sip.

"I'm newly divorced," Christian said, thinking on his feet. He did not have a chance to really go over his identity but he knew enough to get by. It was still in the car with the other documents about Jose Rodriquez.

"How long you married?"

"Five years...we married way too young." Christian took another sip. "That and we lost a child to cancer." He said the last bit a little quietly as as he'd choked up a bit. If he was an actor, he would have won an Oscar for his performance.

"Oh damn...I'm so sorry." Jose set his beer down on the dark marble countertop. "Damn..." He shook his head. "Man, I'm sorry. I'd be devastated if I lost one of my girls. Buena, Anastasia, and Jesina."

"You're awfully young to have three kids," Christian commented surprised.

"I got started way too young when I was 12."

Now it was Christian's turn to say, "Damn."

Reaching around to his back pocket, Jose pulled out something and held his hand to Christian. It was a picture of the three girls dressed in similar white communion  dresses. They looked to be ten, five, and two. All had dark hair, dark eyes, and very pretty. Christian surmised they looked like their mother or mothers.

Jose placed the picture back in his pocket. It seemed it was the only thing that mattered to him at the moment.

"Lets go over here." Jose said pointing with the bottle the living room, the only place to sit.

The agent had followed Jose into the living room, both sitting at opposite ends of the sectional.

"Did you just move in?" Christian wondered aloud.

"A few years ago," Jose replied casually as he took another sip. "I'm never really here much. I'm always on the go. The business I am in, it takes me all over the country, overseas. I'm gone for a few weeks up to a month at a time."

"Must be nice to see the world." Not that Christian didn't know, he knew it all to well. Being an Agent of the government, he was able to travel all around the world.

"So what do you do?"

"I'm in," Christian took a sip of beer, "accounting."

"Accounting hmm?" Jose took a swing of his beer. "I'm in the need for an accountant. I need to be able to deal with a bit a cash problem. If you know what I mean."

Jackpot! Christian knew exactly what he meant. Cooking the books and money laundering. He would have access to all the information he needed. Jose is a moron to be trusting someone he just met, Christian thought to himself.

The brunette Jose slid his hand in his front pocket and removed something rectangular. His phone. He taped on the screen and opened the text scene. "I just need to send my guy to check you out. If you don't mind." He typed Christian's alias' full name on the screen and a note saying he needed his name checked out. Then sent it.

The phone rang back immediately after and Jose quickly answered it. "Hey Chucky...ya...no, no...what the fuck. What do you mean? No, no. If you can't do it...Fuck it. Get the god damn plane ready and I'll meet you at the fucking airport and take care of the god damn deal myself." Jose yelled into the phone and ended the call.

What the hell was that about? Christian asked himself.

"I am so sorry about that, Monty." Jose downed the rest of his bear and set the bottle on the windowsill. "Duty calls." He stood up. "If you need an extra place for the time being, till you get your shit situated, if that's the deal, you can stay here for the time being. I got an extra room."

"That would be great." Christian looked a bit guilty. "The wife took everything but my clothes. I just been sleeping on a buddy's couch and he's about ready to kick my ass out."

How the hell did Christian get so damn lucky? Did he make a good first impression. He stood up and walked over to Jose and they shook hands.

"Thanks, man, I appreciate this." Christian smiled cordially.

"No problemo. There's nothing much to steal from anyway." Jose laughed good heartedly and did Christian. "I'll be out of your hair and then you can get your stuff and come right over."

"Thanks."

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Somewhere in the world, worked Jack at his boring ass job, doing the same thing day in and day out. Even wearing same kind of clothes jeans and a tee shirt to work. He was the only one in the office. Jack simply couldn't concentrate on the job, knowing he'd been passed up for another job yet again. It pissed him off.

Jack was fully aware he was slacking on his job. He'd been warned many times. If he didn't straighten up soon, his job was gone. That was something he'd be totally fine with.

Today the analysts just stared at the screen.

"What are you doing?" A deep voice said from behind Jack.

A startled Jack turned to face the voice. "Sir." He paused his screen and stood up. It was his boss and was dressed as casually as Jack.

"You were day dreaming again, weren't you?"

"Sir."

"If you want to move up, you have got to do the do your job. And from where I'm standing, you're not!"

"But..." Jack gave serious look to his boss.

"I'm sorry. You've had too many passes. Can't give you anymore. I'm gonna have to let you go."

Yes! Jack screamed internally.

"What?"

"I'm sorry! Pick up your things and go."

It was too easy but Jack wasn't complaining. Now he could fully concentrate on bringing Christian down and burning him for good.

Tbc