The Hunt (Mike Greystone, Book 1) by Michael Sigurdsson Page B
Authors: Michael Sigurdsson
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it’s in negative equity. Not sure how much we’ll get from insurance, but that’ll take months to get it. It’s not a pleasant situation we’re in. But I want do to my best for my children," Lauren said.
"I spoke with Dr. Lockerby and offered to arrange a sponsor to finance the therapy," I informed her. I didn't mention that I was the sponsor. I didn't want to go into too many details. "Dr. Lockerby will select the psychotherapist and monitor the treatment while acting as a liaison between the therapist and the sponsor. Are you okay with this arrangement?" I asked.
She was equally surprised as Dr. Lockerby was.
"I don't know what to say. I’m quite surprised. Who is the sponsor? Why would they help us?" Lauren inquired.
"I know a few people, but they keep a low profile and don't reveal their identity in such circumstances. They help to help, not for show. Have a think about it and let Dr. Lockerby know if you’re happy with this offer," I added.
"Thank you Mr. Greystone," she said. She was discreetly wiping her tears with the tissue I’d given her earlier.
"Thank you Mrs. Wimbledon. I think that's all I wanted from you today. Just mind what I said. I think this guy Ron Morgenthal may be trying to kill you."
We left the office, Lauren Wimbledon went back to her children.
As Dr. Jane was walking me back to the exit, I watched her buttocks floating left and right. Such a peaceful sight.
"I’m flying back tomorrow morning, are you doing anything tonight? Would you like to have dinner with me?" I asked Dr. Jane.
"I have a yoga class today, but I don't mind skipping it just this one time," Jane answered.
"Great, I'll pick you up at eight from your place."
She gave me her address and I left the hospital thinking about her perfectly proportioned buttocks. And the shooting as well, of course.
12.
" Hi Martin," I called my intelligence unit. "Any news?"
"Hi Mike," Martin Keenan said on the other end of the phone line. "It's been a bit slow, but I may have some clues. I called our contacts in the Italian Five Families. They said even though Pittsburgh is not strictly their jurisdiction, the shooting looks pretty much unrelated to anything they do. Such antics are not professional, this must have been a freelancer, which, when you look at it, seems obvious, even though the execution was fairly professional. He escaped, after all. They called me later and nobody from their organization knew anything about a hand rocket launcher. They said it could've been somebody working for the Chinese or Russians."
"I'll pay a visit to both of them. I actually interviewed the children of the murdered guy and his wife. It seems it was just a revenge attack by a former lover."
"That would make sense. A shooting in a school is either done by a freak or as revenge. It's never a typical crime job, they don't waste their time and resources. Do you have a name?"
"Yeah, can you run background checks on a person called Ron Morgenthal? That’s the name I got from the main victim’s family."
"Sure, give me a few hours."
"And I'll check other possibilities in the meantime."
"Which one do you want to start with?"
"I'll start with the Chinese."
"Their boss is Zhao Xiang. Remember, it's Mr. Zhao, they put their family name first. Xiang is his given name."
"Thanks, I made that faux pas a few years ago when I first met him," I admitted.
"I know, he was furious, it was quite expensive to appease him, but you have a good relationship with him now, don't spoil it," Martin warned me.
"Don't worry. Anything else?"
"I do worry, Zhao is in the top ten of Chinese surnames. There are still seven more common surnames, but assume it's nearly like Mr. Smith here. The only difference is, there are 2.4 million Smiths in the US, but ten times more Zhaos in China. You wouldn't make the mistake of swapping Mr. John Smith's name with his surname, would you? Mr. Zhao expects the same," Dermot explained.
"Got it. Anything else?"
"In fact
"I spoke with Dr. Lockerby and offered to arrange a sponsor to finance the therapy," I informed her. I didn't mention that I was the sponsor. I didn't want to go into too many details. "Dr. Lockerby will select the psychotherapist and monitor the treatment while acting as a liaison between the therapist and the sponsor. Are you okay with this arrangement?" I asked.
She was equally surprised as Dr. Lockerby was.
"I don't know what to say. I’m quite surprised. Who is the sponsor? Why would they help us?" Lauren inquired.
"I know a few people, but they keep a low profile and don't reveal their identity in such circumstances. They help to help, not for show. Have a think about it and let Dr. Lockerby know if you’re happy with this offer," I added.
"Thank you Mr. Greystone," she said. She was discreetly wiping her tears with the tissue I’d given her earlier.
"Thank you Mrs. Wimbledon. I think that's all I wanted from you today. Just mind what I said. I think this guy Ron Morgenthal may be trying to kill you."
We left the office, Lauren Wimbledon went back to her children.
As Dr. Jane was walking me back to the exit, I watched her buttocks floating left and right. Such a peaceful sight.
"I’m flying back tomorrow morning, are you doing anything tonight? Would you like to have dinner with me?" I asked Dr. Jane.
"I have a yoga class today, but I don't mind skipping it just this one time," Jane answered.
"Great, I'll pick you up at eight from your place."
She gave me her address and I left the hospital thinking about her perfectly proportioned buttocks. And the shooting as well, of course.
12.
" Hi Martin," I called my intelligence unit. "Any news?"
"Hi Mike," Martin Keenan said on the other end of the phone line. "It's been a bit slow, but I may have some clues. I called our contacts in the Italian Five Families. They said even though Pittsburgh is not strictly their jurisdiction, the shooting looks pretty much unrelated to anything they do. Such antics are not professional, this must have been a freelancer, which, when you look at it, seems obvious, even though the execution was fairly professional. He escaped, after all. They called me later and nobody from their organization knew anything about a hand rocket launcher. They said it could've been somebody working for the Chinese or Russians."
"I'll pay a visit to both of them. I actually interviewed the children of the murdered guy and his wife. It seems it was just a revenge attack by a former lover."
"That would make sense. A shooting in a school is either done by a freak or as revenge. It's never a typical crime job, they don't waste their time and resources. Do you have a name?"
"Yeah, can you run background checks on a person called Ron Morgenthal? That’s the name I got from the main victim’s family."
"Sure, give me a few hours."
"And I'll check other possibilities in the meantime."
"Which one do you want to start with?"
"I'll start with the Chinese."
"Their boss is Zhao Xiang. Remember, it's Mr. Zhao, they put their family name first. Xiang is his given name."
"Thanks, I made that faux pas a few years ago when I first met him," I admitted.
"I know, he was furious, it was quite expensive to appease him, but you have a good relationship with him now, don't spoil it," Martin warned me.
"Don't worry. Anything else?"
"I do worry, Zhao is in the top ten of Chinese surnames. There are still seven more common surnames, but assume it's nearly like Mr. Smith here. The only difference is, there are 2.4 million Smiths in the US, but ten times more Zhaos in China. You wouldn't make the mistake of swapping Mr. John Smith's name with his surname, would you? Mr. Zhao expects the same," Dermot explained.
"Got it. Anything else?"
"In fact
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