prove anything to me. I’m just a crusty hard case, who has seen far too many of God’s children do unspeakable things to each other all in the twisted desire to prove their more valuable than the other guy.”
“John, shut up and listen for a change. Your profession is what the police would call, a mob enforcer. You are assumed to have killed dozens of men, who have crossed those in power, in the mob, though you have never been charged with even a single murder.”
“You last worked for a good man, despite his having worked for the mob as an attorney. His name was Jackson Bender. He now lives in Vermont, where he writes books about mob crimes and uses a double to do his public appearances because he is in the witness protection program. Your last job for him was to find the crime bosses missing son, which you never were able to do. Though you did, at least in your mind, discover the man’s killer. A Tyler Stone. You believe that the crime bosses son and his lady friend, Tyler’s wife are buried in the back yard of Tyler stone’s home. They are by the way, under the garage. The reason you moved to Knoxville...” I couldn’t believe it. How could he possibly know this? I could feel my blood pressure rising as he droned on.
“You moved to Knoxville, to avoid the long reach of the crime boss, Anthony Connors. He didn’t like loose ends which you and Counselor Bender were considered. So you and Bender devised a plan to save a young woman and yourselves by turning the tables on Conners. It would have all worked out fine, except the police officer you were trying to help, didn’t take your estimate of the threat by Connors serious. At great risk to yourself, you went back to try and help the police stop a hit squad from killing them and the guilty party in the murder of the crime bosses son and his lady.”
“You were shot three times in the chest that night. You credit your survival to having worn an extra plate of Kevlar which stopped all three rounds. Unfortunately, several police officers were killed along with the prime suspect, Mr. Stone.”
“A side note would be, Mr. Bender as show friendship provided you with two million dollars of the crime bosses money he had been entrusted to keep for the boss in case of a rainy day and he needed to run. I could tell you where you have deposited it here locally if you like?” The Oracle stated with a big smile.
I leaped up and reached for the man. But he simply leaned back out of reach and before I could free my feet, three huge men grabbed me and slammed me to the floor.
“Don’t hurt him. He’ll settle down shortly. Go ahead and bring out the food.” The Oracle was acting as if it was no big deal.
“How?” How did you find this out? Was it Beals who told you?” I snapped.
“No, Beals has kept his promise. Besides he doesn’t know about the money or about the where abouts of Counselor Bender. John, it is a blessing from God that I know this. No tricks.” The Oracle stated.
“Then what is the soothsayer and fortune teller all about?” I asked trying to buy time to think this through.
“It is a side line to make a little extra money, while entertaining myself. I have a houseboat down on the river where I tell fortunes. It is surprisingly easy and fun for me. I see both types of people there. Those who are the Devil’s spawn and those who are in the light, The Children of God”. The Oracle shared.
“So am I, a child of God or the Devil’s spawn?”
“John, John, open you mind, man. Let the cynic rest for a while. I already told you, you are a righteous man.”
“So tell me my fortune. Tell me the God’s awful truth,” I quickly interjected.
“I can see this is going to be a long meeting.” The Oracle groused, while glancing towards the ceiling. “Will someone, please bring me the choice of the house, God’s own nectar. Now John, are you calm again?” The Oracle asked.
“I’m calm, I’m calm.” I stated curtly and the Oracle waved
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