When BG panicked and ran off, she sat there and cried. How could he do that to her; two timing his green-eyed girl friend and putting her life in danger? He had used and abused her and, more to the point, abandoned her.
Her mind cleared and a malevolent side of her personality took over. Sex with BG had been exceptional but he would pay for his infidelity; she had the pics and enough evidence to frame him good. Her forensic training took over, she bagged the gun, retrieved the rubber with his DNA swilling about inside, drove back to Joe’s Joint, and wiped the Ford clean. She took her SIM card from her cell phone and left the car keys in the ignition. Too easy to trace. She would simply disappear, dumping Jake in the process.
The overnight bus left Stockton; she was on it, a one-way, one change, ticket to Longfield where she could keep track of BG’s movements on the Bees tour. The nose job, along with a new hair style and a fiery dragon overwriting the butterfly, was a new beginning, a new chapter in her life, to be funded by BG.
She located the Fargo’s phone number in the yellow pages and called the bank. As soon as she mentioned her name, she was transferred to the manager.
“Mike Assoni here, is that Emerald Parton?”
As if he didn’t know. “Yes, I’m Emerald Parton, and I’m expecting a transfer into my account. Has it arrived?” She waited.
“I’m sorry Miss Parton, but there seems to be some trouble with the transfer. We think it’s at the sender’s end.”
Emmy swore under her breath. Was he stalling? “So when is it going to be cleared, I got bills to pay?”
“Maybe you can come in and see us today, bring your ID with you. Ask for the manager, that’s me, Mike Assoni. We’ll take it from there.”
She grunted. “Maybe, I’ll think about it.” She ended the call. Too glib. It didn’t sound right.
“Sammy, it’s Mike. Mike Assoni, Fargo bank, Smithsonian branch. The Parton girl phoned; said she’d see me maybe today. I’ll call you when she arrives, ok?”
Sammy wasn’t going to place too many bets on her turning up. “Yeah, you do that Mike. I owe you.”
“It’s family, Sammy, it’s gratis. But keep it low key will you, I don’t want no trouble on my doorstep.”
“We’re not planning a hit job Mike; just take it easy, I giving her a personal invite to come see my place, is all.” He ended the call. That Mike, acting like he was an honest Joe, don’t want no trouble. Well there wouldn’t be if the girl came quietly.
Emmy decided to take the direct route. By-pass the shifty sounding Mike Assoni. Asshole, more likely. She clicked in some more dimes. Made the call. “BG, it’s Emmy, remember me? I’m the one who can end your career, like today. So where’s the $50K?”
There was a pause. “Emmy, I sent it two days ago.” He sounded surprised.
Emmy tapped her fingernails in frustration. “The Fargo bank manager, this Mike Assoni, tells me there’s trouble at your end. So what’s happening here?”
BG seemed in a conciliatory mood. “Look Emmy, I have no idea. Must be an error, but I need to talk to you. I need assurance that I’ll get my pics back.”
She was quick to the draw. “No deal. Money first, then I’ll talk.”
“Emmy I’m pleading here. Forget the bank transfer, I’ll bring cash with me, we can do an exchange right there.”
Emmy thought a while. “Where’s there, BG?”
“Public place, no hassle, you tell me. I’m not going to harm you none, that’s the god’s honest truth.”
She hesitated, but she needed the money for her new life. “Okay, you get the 50K together, like today. I’ll call you later where to take it.”
BG put on a whining voice. “It’s not so easy Emmy, getting it together like that so quick.”
“It better be, or else. You got three hours. And BG, don’t try anything smart or your career’s history, ok?” She put the pay phone down, and stepped out into the morning sunshine. She sniffed the air, freshly made coffee aromas filling her senses. Coffee with a cookie felt like a good idea.