Message on a Windshield XIV

BG bowers and I are writing this story together.  For all even numbered chapters please go to her blog:  bgbowers  Thank you.

“I loved my father, you know.”

“I know,” said Gray.  “It was supposed to be that way.”

“Jasper said that he was in the business.”

“He was.  He just didn’t know it.”

“What do you mean?”

“When he went on business trips, the trips were often set up by us, with your mother’s help, of course.  Your father didn’t know he was working with us.”

“Wow.  My mom was not the mom I thought she was,” I said, rubbing my fact with my hands.  “Life is an illusion and so are the people you think you know.”

“It’s not her fault,” said Gray, softly.

“Sure it is,” I said.  “Lying to my father about his own child.  That didn’t have anything to do with
saving the world.”

“I won’t say that I’m sorry.”

“Right,” I said, taking a deep breath.  “Who do we kill next?”

“Karr was working behind Martha’s back.  He had a crew of his own.  He was planning on overthrowing Martha and her organization within the year.  He was selling arms to countries who would like to see us,” Gray hesitated and looked at the ceiling.  “Let’s just say they would like to see this country fall to it’s knees.”

“Like I said, point me in the right direction and tell me who to kill.”

“The guy working under Karr is Franklin Randolph.  He’s a well known lawyer with aspirations of greatness.  He would like to king of his own country.  Karr was trying to get him one.  He’s well protected and well liked.  He gives money to charity and has his picture taken with babies. He’s into prostitution, gambling and drugs, but no one has been able to touch him.”

“Does he have a family?”

“Yes.  Married to his college sweetheart, he has two boys and a girl.”

“Is he cheating on his wife?”


“Don’t tell me it’s with his secretary,” I pleaded.

“With his secretary and with the woman who ran his campaign.”

“That’s our door in.”

Gray grinned.  “I thought you might say that.”

“Look.  I’m not sure how I feel about you yet, but if you really are my sperm donor, I think I have the right to know your first name.”

“Sperm donor?”

“That’s as close as I can get to acknowledging you at the moment.”

“My name is Clarence.”



“Clarence Gray?”


“I’ll keep calling you Gray.”

“I would appreciate that.”

“I have to know who killed Jasper.”

“We have people on it. As soon as they have anything for us they will let us know.”

“I hope it’s soon.”

“So do I.”

“Who ever did it is mine. Agreed?”


“Now let’s talk about how we are going to make Mr. Randolph’s life as unpleasant as possible.”

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2 Responses to Message on a Windshield XIV

  1. bgbowers says:

    I have written the final chapter. I hope you don’t mind – it just felt like it needed to be wrapped up.
    But, I have loved doing this. Would you be interested in starting another one? xox

  2. I don’t mind at all. Sure. Anytime you’re ready. It was fun:) Never knowing where it was going. Thanks for doing it with me.

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