It is easy to follow a trail of credit card purchases, almost instantly. As soon as you make a purchase, on the computer of whomever is trailing you, it pops up with your exact location.
Most people think that they can evacuate the area before anyone arrives after using their cards, but with a coordinated search effort by the right kind of law enforcement, you will be trapped in an one mile radius, just not knowing about your impending arrest.
I pull the handle out of my luggage so I could pull it behind me since it was the kind that has the wheels.
I watch as the cab I rode in pull away, when I realized, I had the just made the biggest error all fugitives make. My cell phone rang.
I still had my cell phone.
I answered it. "Hello?"
"George." Says a familiar sounding voice. "It's Chad Smith. We met at the Presidential Press Corp Dinner this last April. You told me, if I ever had an inside scoop about the happenings at the White House, I could always call you."
"Yes, Chad, hi. I'm sorry, but I'm on a flight out of New York as we speak. I'm going on vacation. I'll call you when I get back." Then quickly hung up the phone before he could say another word.
I didn't have a second to waste.
I put my cell phone inside my luggage and went to the Men's room. Pulled out the box containing the amulet, changed clothes, combed my hair differently, and walked out to find a ticket booth.
I purchased a one-way, non-stop ticket to Los Angeles. Made sure to check-in my luggage on the flight, and headed in a roundabout way to the unloading zone to hail another cab.
You might think I am being overly paranoid for someone who has an amulet which may or may not be valuable. By the actions of the technician, being a whack job, who is to say he knew what he was doing. And why should I believe some stranger about tales of Atlantis? But when you have a Secret Service Agent calling you personally, and goes by the name Chad Smith, red flags should be popping up all over the place for you.
I wanted some answers first before I hand anything over to the Government. And I wanted those answers from the Man from Mars.
After getting into a cab, I gave the driver a Queens address where I knew a bus stop was right next to a jeweler. I found out about the place when I was doing a piece on dug dealers riding in the back of the bus, while customers would come on at one stop, then hop off at the next. With the dealers paying off the bus drivers to be quiet.
I was in luck, the place was still opened when I arrived.
I went inside and got half the amount my Rolex Oyster was worth. Seven-thousand-five-hundred dollars.
Went outside, waited for the bus, and planned my next move.
To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
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