Shortly after Randy used the bathroom, I used the bathroom after he went already. When I finished, I checked my phone in my room, to find
one unanswered voice message.
I thought, Huh, that’s weird. I just talked to Nathan.
Meanwhile, Nathan has been collecting info and left a voicemail to Josh’s answering machine.
Mr. Dodson said, “Alright, first order of business. That shipment we’ll be sending out, soon.”
Mitch Hastings replied, “We’re good. I’ve contacted their point man, and that will be handled, sir.”
Mr. Dodson then said, “Second order of business. We’ve taken care of that guy that was bothering one of our men, Doug. Is that right?”
Doug said, “Yep. We’ve handled that, and he won’t be getting all up in our business anymore.”
The mob boss then said, “So…what else is next? How about that Josh boy? What should we do about him?”
Mitch Hastings responded, “I think we should put in some fear into him. Send him a message, that’ll be from us.”
A mysterious voice replied, “Sounds good, but let’s not show our cards fully just yet.”
Mr. Dodson replied, “Thank you, son. Just how much do you know on him?”
The mysterious voice responded, “Well, just enough to know what we should do. I’ll have Mitch set up the next chain of events from there.”
Mr. Dodson responds, “Good. Send him a box of chocolates if you like. I’ll let you handle that case.”
The mysterious voice responded, “Good. I’ve got two agents to send from our team. Real tough guys. Big guys. Carl Lopez and Nick
Santangelo. They’ll be able to rough him up.”
Mr. Dodson responds, “Glad you’ve got that taken care of. I’ll talk to those men first thing after the meeting.”
The mysterious voice replied, “No need to do that. Those boys are on board with our secret mission.”
Mr. Dodson asks, “Anything else?”
None of his members respond.
He says comfortably, “Good. Glad we’ve wrapped up this meeting.”
After listening to that message, chills go down my spine. But this time, I feel like I’ll be handle this situation. I’ll just contact Nathan after I
have lunch with my good friend, Randy to get the down low on that.
As I finished listening to that voicemail, Randy asked me, “What was that?”
I told him, “It’s probably nothing. Probably a junk call.”
With that, we proceeded to have breakfast and then watched some television.