CARSON'S CRIME INVESTIGATION SERVICES

Chapter 10

"You've gotten us in to some real deep shit!", he fumed.

"But...I-I just wanted them to leave us alone!", sobbed the teen. "I have to live every single day like some freak! I just want to live a normal life like my friends! I don't want to constantly have some body guard around me all the time because you wanted to be Prime Minister so bad you had the competition removed by some dodgy criminal ring!".

"Missy! Watch your tone!", warned her Father.

"No Daddy! I will not!", she argued, "Their boss wanted a ransom from you that you were too stubborn to give up, so I took care of it and gave them my jewels that were a present from Mom AND worth double the price, just so they wouldn't hurt you! ".

"Why did you call the police?!", he fumed, throwing his glass on the polished marble patio, stamping his thick leather shoes in the shards of spilled alcohol and splinters.

"Because I thought they would just arrest him for having my jewels and throw him away to rot! I didn't think they'd start digging", she confessed, sweating in nervousness. She had never seen her Father lash out like that before.

"Well now they have and we could get thrown away! I've had a man killed by them to get to where I am now! If they find out I paid someone off to kill the competition, I will be put in the slammer for life! Do you understand me? Life! And so will you for being an accessory to murder", screamed the overly intoxicated Father, his receding hairline collecting beads of sweat. "So I suggest we sit down and come up with some believable bullshit excuse to fob them off and make them shut up".

"But they will want to look at my phone!", cried Missy. "They want to see the threat!".

"Then we'll tell them it was a call that we couldn't track", nodded the Prime Minister, "Yeah, that'll do".

"But I called the police on that guy Dad, they will be pissed and come after us", she cried, "Maybe it's best if we just tell the truth. We'll be safer that way".

"So you want to spend your life in prison till you're old and decrepit?", he asked, frowning hard. "You want to rot your life away behind bars? You want me to rot? No more designer clothes, no more friends, nothing?! Nothing but media all over our names".

"No Daddy, that's the last thing I want, but I don't want to be murdered or sold to some sex slavery ring by those criminals either", sobbed Missy. "My life is ruined either way and I'm only eighteen years old".

"No it isn't", snapped her Dad, "I will increase security and find another group of criminals who will take care of the ones we're dealing with now if that makes you drop this stupid idea of handing us in to the authorities", said her Father with a slightly softer tone.

"Why couldn't you just win fair and square Daddy, then we wouldn't have to live like this", sighed the girl. "Maybe then....Mom would still be here". She looked to the floor, tears flooding down her face.

"I wanted what was best for you and your Mother. I wanted to give you a mansion and designer clothes and expensive jewellery. I wanted you to be able to show all of the other kids that you were the top dog and that you were more important than all of them put together. I wanted you to think I was the best Father on the planet", sighed the Prime Minister.