Sundowning Diary - Part 3 by Farhad Mammadov - HTML preview

Chapter 10

Let me know

The man who had been waiting for  her was sitting in  brown old General Motors sedan parked in a dark alley. He flashed the headlight twice to give her a signal. At first , Flora hesitated a little bit, but then pulled herself together and approached the car with firm and resolute steps. She wept off her tears as soon as she got into car. They didn’t bother to  greet each other, and kept silent for a while, staring through the dirty, blurred windshield. Silence was interrupted by a click of headlight switch that turned off the lower beam.

“Do you mind if I smoke”- he asked after he turned off the engine.

Flora shook her head to say “no”. Fume of a slim cigarette had comforted her a little bit, as it reminded her of  Herman.

“Ok then…Did you figure it out, I mean all what I’d told you the other day on the phone”

“Yes”

“So what is your answer”

“I’ll do it.”

“My assistant hacked the database of a fund dealing with organ donations, it was not an easy job getting access to system,…I’m not gonna bother you with all technicalities, but  we really did a great job…we’ve got all necessary information on recipient, his name, his address, we made a background check and some research based on those files and attached extras, you know.”

“Extras? Like what?”

“Like, they faked the medical report and the cause of death. It was not a car accident, a car engulfed in fire after allegedly head on collision, he committed suicide, an act of immolation”

“Oh my God…” she  made her best not to cry and show her weakness.

Thick red folder appeared on his lap.

“ So did you bring the money”

“How much?”

“Oh please don’t start it. I think I’ made myself clear yesterday. There’s no room for negotiations about the price. We did what we did. And this tiny amount will barely cover our expenses. It had been pro bono, if you will. So ten thousand dollars, U.S. Cash!”

“Ok…I got it.”

His moneythirsty eyes shined as she reached into  her right coat pocket.  What she took out was not a stack of money for sure. It was snubnosed silver revolver aimed towards him.  She caught him unexpected, he winced back.

“I don’t have any money. But I’m desperate woman, nothing to lose after the death of my husband. Think about that. Hand me over the folder or nothing can stop me from pulling the trigger.”

“You cunt…you’re gonna regret it…bitch.” he said as passed the folder.

“Call me whatever you like,  pride is nothing but a blurred memory for me now.”

“You cunt….you gonna pay for that,…we gonna find you after all.

“Good luck with that” – she slammed the car door closed behind her and ran to dark corner where she emerged before and disappeared from his sight completely .

The end of part three

Acknowledgments:

Frank Golden MD, Michael Tripton Phd, Jim Loomis,