All of this begins on a Thursday morning, already read hotter then hell itself. The
cloudless sky was just another intensifier of the sun, making it more direct. There is a man
leaning on a brick wall of a pub with a cigarette drooping from his mouth. He is an attractive
man, with a slender tone body, his straight flowing hair down to the bottom of his ears with
not an obtrusion, his strong jaw line matches his hard-but-soft eyes, his nose is as it was
perfectly molded nothing crooked about it but a true straight nose. He loos as any girl would
dream about, only curiosity is the scar starting at his eyebrow working it's way down to his
mid cheek. His leather jacket and slim fitting blue jean complete the devilish figure, he
seems calm and content.
He throws the butt of his cigar away and returns into the pub.
"Hey Adam, you still have $80 to pay on your tab!" Yells the bartender.
"Yeah, yeah. I gotta do somethings first then I will be back to pay ya." Adam says lighting
another cigar.
"Get the fuck outta here you little shit, no smoking!" Yells back the bartender with a big grin
as he gets done yelling it. As Adam steps out the door a car pulls up to him for a brief
second. The bartender hears a few loud cracks, as if he heard gun shots.
* * * * *
"OK kids, time to clean up!" she says with about a million thoughts running through her
head. After this I have taxes I need to be getting to, bills to pay, I should just have my kids
go over to the their friend's house, and bug their parents.....
"That's good, you can go play now." she says irritated as the phone rings. She throws
her arms up, My god may I never get a damn break!!! She answers the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi is the Steffani Zurich?"
"Yes who is calling?"
"Ma'am this is the captain of the police department," she puts her hand to her head fearing
the worst. Oh Adam, what have you gotten yourself into this time? "Your brother Adam was
shot 3 times today leaving the bar. He is in the hospital right now, I believe he is resting. The
people who shot him weren't known for sure, but the bartender said he thought it looked like
the car that the guy running the gambling circuit gets drove around in."
"Yes, that sounds about right" Steff says with tears rolling down her cheeks, and eyes
closed about ready to faint.
"I am going to go see him at the hospital."
"Of course, when you feel ready to talk call me." Says the policeman.
