Fleataxi
Deceased
AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING:
This story may not be suitable for minors, especially young minors. Story contains scenes of graphic violence. These were necessary for the story, and are NOT gratuitous. Please use your own judgement before allowing young minors to read this story.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead is a coincidence, or used ficticiously. The Author does NOT condone any of the acts of violence depicted in this story, or any illegal activities.
The Author
Jenni Hicks was a beautiful blonde cheerleader, the homecoming Queen, and one of the most popular girls in school. One Thursday, she had just left the front door of St. Mary’s Catholic school and turned down the street to walk the 2 blocks to the bus stop as she did every day, when a van pulled to the curb, and 4 strong arms grabbed her from behind and slapped a wet cloth over her mouth and nose before she could get a scream out. As she inhaled to scream, she passed out. The van drove quickly away before anyone realized what had happened.
Later, Jenni awoke lying naked on a cold dark concrete floor, hurting all over. Suddenly, a single bright light shone over her face blinding her, and a naked man stood over her. “Hi, Jenni, I’m Nicky, and you belong to me.”
“What the **** are you talking about, My name’s Jenni Hicks, and when my dad finds out, he’ll kill you!”
“Your dad doesn’t know you’re here, and when I’m finished with you - you’ll disappear and no one will know you except me!”
Jenni screamed and it didn’t seem to phase Nicky at all. Nicky nodded, and 4 strong arms pinned her to the ground, and it started again. She awoke with something in her mouth, and realizing what it was, bit down hard. The last thing she heard was Nicky’s scream, then the blows started, and she passed out.
Nicky savagely beat her for hours, and when he was finished, he ordered his lieutenant Spike to dump her body somewhere and get back there. They needed to find another girl.
Later that evening, a homeless man spotted Jenni’s nude body dumped next to a dumpster. Out of curiosity he felt for her pulse, and her eyes opened. Her pleading look made him decide to walk a block, and drag a Newark cop back to the scene of the crime. His frantic radio calls brought a ALS ambulance from University Hospital, the closest Trauma Center. Looking at the wounds inflicted on her body, the hardened street cop turned and broke down crying even though he’d seen everything. He’d imagined the girl in front of him was once pretty, but she was no longer recognizable as being human. The Paramedics finally arrived, and quickly put her on a stretcher and got her into the ambulance. One paramedic was amazed she was alive, and the other thought that as badly beaten and broken as she was, she might be better off dying, but they kept working on her. 2 minutes later they arrived at the Ambulance entrance , and they were met by the trauma team. The ER resident in charge took one look at her body and said “Jesus Christ, who could do this to another person?”
They got her to Trauma Room 1 as fast as they could, and quickly got her stabilized. The tests came back indicating a ruptured spleen, and bruised liver and kidneys, and that was on top of numerous cigarette burns, cuts, two broken arms, various lacerations of the skin and scalp, and a fracture of the lower leg that looked like someone hit it with a lead pipe. Her face and head looked like someone had tried to break every bone in her face and head, and had succeeded. She spent the next 12 hours in surgery fixing the damage. The last people to work on her were a plastic and a maxillary surgeon who tried as best as they could to reconstruct her face. The plastic surgeon could tell from her bone structure that she had once been beautiful, so he tried extra hard to keep her from looking hideous.
Two days later, when they realized she was going to survive, they were forced to use dental records to ID her, since her prints came back unknown. The Hospital Chaplain drove with a Police Lieutenant to the last known address of the victim. They knocked on the door, and The Police Lieutenant said “Lisa Hicks?”
“That’s me officer?”
“Do you have a daughter named Jennifer Hicks?”
“Yes, she’s been missing for over a week? Did you find her?”
“I’m sorry Ma’am, she’s in University Hospital in Critical condition. If you come with us, we’ll drive you there.”
Lisa flew into panic mode, grabbed her purse and her jacket, wrote a quick note to Ron in case he came home, and locked the door. She rode in the back with the Chaplain, and took out her Rosary beads and prayed all the way to the hospital. When she got there, the ER attending took her aside, and tried to explain to the frantic mother that her daughter was alive, but had almost been beaten to death, and might not be recognizable.
“I want to see her right now!”
“Ok, Mrs. Hicks, I wanted to warn you first. Here, put on this gown and mask first, she’s in ICU and you can’t touch her yet in case you give her an infection.”
When they opened the door and Lisa got a good look at her daughter, she screamed “Mother of God” and fainted. She awoke 2 hours later in a hospital bed. A doctor was looking at her. “Mrs. Hicks, you went into hysterics and fainted. We had to sedate you for your own protection. Jennifer is still in the ICU, but we don’t think it would be a good idea to see her right now. Is there anyone we can call?”
“My Son Ron works construction in downtown Newark, and my husband Tom is overseas in Desert Storm. He’s a Special Forces Sergeant. My cell phone is in my purse, and their numbers are programmed in there.”
“We’ll have someone call them. You need to rest, so try to sleep. One last thing, do you have a picture of Jennifer?”
“There’s one in my wallet. Why?”
“The plastic surgeons can use it to hopefully rebuild her face.”
“My God, what did they do to her?”
“Mrs. Hicks, she’s been badly beaten, every bone in her face has been broken, and she had a skull fracture too.”
Lisa looked at the doctor, and passed out again.
Two hours later, Ron Hicks supervisor walked over to him. “Ron, you’ve got a telephone call. They’ve found Jenni, she’s in the hospital, and it’s not good. Take the rest of the day off, and let me know if you can come in tomorrow. God Bless you, and take care.”
“Thanks Rudy. I’ll let you know as soon as I can. Any idea where my mother is?”
“She’s in the hospital too - they had to sedate her.”
“Oh my God, what happened to Jenni?”
“Do you want a lift to the Hospital?”
“Thanks anyway Rudy, I might need the truck for something. Listen, if Nichole calls looking for me, tell her I’m at University Hospital, and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
Ron drove as quickly as he safely could to University Hospital. He knew if Jenni was there, it was bad, since they were the major trauma center for Newark, and only accepted the worst Trauma cases since they had so many trauma cases per day in Newark. Finally he arrived in the parking lot, paid the parking fee for overnight, and jogged to the main entrance. He asked for Jenni Hicks, then remembered her name was Jennifer, and the lady at admitting asked for some ID. Once she confirmed his ID, she pressed the intercom button. “Dr. Miller, to Admitting, Dr. Miller to Admitting.” 5 minutes later, a haggard middle-aged man showed up, and whispered to the admitting clerk.
“You’re Ron Hicks?”
“Yes Doctor, what can you tell me about Jenni?”
“Let’s go in my office.”
Ron followed the doctor like a man walking down Death Row. When the doctor opened his door, he asked Ron if he’d like a cup of coffee.
“No thanks Doc, can you please tell me what happened to Jenni?”
Doctor Miller closed the door, locked it, then sat down and told him.
“Someone almost beat her to death. She’s got numerous broken bones, and they destroyed her face. We had to repair her kidneys and liver, and we removed her spleen since it was too badly ruptured to fix. On top of all that, there’s evidence of gang rape and torture including numerous burn marks all over her body.”
“Oh my God NO!”
“Mr. Hicks, she’s alive now, and we’ll try to keep her that way - but she needs the will to live. If you can’t convince her it’s worth trying to live, she’ll die here. I’m amazed she’s lasted this long after what happened to her. The paramedics recorded her body temperature at a near-hypothermic 90 degrees, meaning she had been laying on the asphalt for a while after she was dumped before she was found. By all rights, she should be dead now, but she seems to have a strong will to live. We can fix the physical damage, but you’re going to have to help her with the mental and psychological trauma she suffered, which is usually worse in these cases. I’ve reported everything I know to the police, and they took the test results as evidence.”
“Anyone locate my Dad yet?”
“They’re trying to get word through the Red Cross as I speak.”
“I hope Dad can make it home - if anyone can give her the will to live, it will be him!”
2 days later, Tom Hicks was reviewing the plans for another Sniper mission when a Hummer drove up to him, and a Sergeant wearing an MP armband jumped out. “Sergeant Hicks?”
“Yes Sergeant.”
“Please get in this vehicle - no questions please.”
Tom was used to security, so he handed the paperwork off to his 2nd in command, and jumped in the Hummer, which drove off to the General’s bunker.
“This way Sergeant.”
General Watson, the CO of the Ranger group they were attached to, looked up when Tom entered the room, said something to his aide, and the room cleared except for the two of them. “Tom, I’ve got bad news. Jenni’s in ICU at University Hospital in Newark, I’ve got your compassionate leave paperwork all filled out, and there’s a chopper waiting to take you to a plane going stateside. Leave everything here, and I’ll have someone take care of it.”
Tom was stunned. He never imagined anything could happen to his family, safe at home. He snapped out of his reverie when the General said “Tom, the chopper’s waiting, and they’re holding the plane. Don’t worry about anything but your family. Let me know if you need to extend that leave. Go with God!” Tom saluted the General then turned and jogged to the Blackhawk that already had it’s rotors turning. He ducked, and climbed aboard. As soon as he was belted in, the chopper rose and nosed over to get to the airport as quickly as possible. As soon as they landed, the Crew Chief directed him to a VC-11a that was sitting on the tarmac with it’s turbines idling. Obviously someone wanted to get his Stateside ASAP, since the VC-11a was the fastest VIP transport available, but it had half the legs of the VC-20. As soon as he was aboard, the engines spooled up, and the plane took off. They had to make several stops for fuel, but later that day, they were landing at Rhamstein AFB, where he transferred to a MAC shuttle flight to Langley AFB, and transferred to another Blackhawk from Langley that landed on the helipad at University. When he got off, the Trauma Resident guided him to his daughter’s room in ICU after he had changed into scrubs, and was gowned gloved, and masked. When Tom saw his daughter’s beaten and battered body covered with bandages and plaster, along with numerous tubes sticking out of her, he almost broke down and wept. Then he remembered that the Doc needed him to give her the strength to live. From somewhere deep within himself, he called up the strength, and he walked up to her, and said “Hi Angel, it’s Daddy!”
She turned her head toward his voice, but couldn’t talk due to the tubes in her throat. Tom swallowed and said “everything’s going to be OK, I’m here.” He stepped closer to her bedside, and held her hand. Even though it was bandaged, she held on tightly until the pain meds took effect again and she passed out. When he came out of ICU, Ron and Dr. Miller were waiting for him. Ron took two steps to his dad, threw his arms around him, and burst out crying. Once they regained their composure, Dr. Miller took them to an available room, and told Tom the whole story as best as he could. Tom went from a distraught father of an accident victim, to an angry father, and then to a murderous rage when he realized what had happened to his daughter. He didn’t let on to the Doctor or Ron, but whoever did this to his little girl would die, and hopefully die painfully! The US Army had spent the last 20 years teaching him how to kill people, and now he was going to put that training to it’s fullest use. He was going to wipe out all the dirtbags in Newark starting at the bottom, and working his way up. Later they were let into Lisa’s room, and had a tearful reunion. With her husband there, the doctor felt it was safe to release her, so he processed the discharge papers. He told Tom to keep her out of Jenni’s room until she looked better, or Lisa would probably go into hysterics again. They left the hospital in Ron’s truck and drove home.
The next day, Tom sought out his High School buddy, Captain Steve Legarse of the Newark PD.
“Tom, I’m so sorry about Jenni. Is there anything I can do?”
“Steve, I need everything you’ve got on the case.”
Steve knew Tom’s background and what he did for a living, guessed what he was planning, and secretly approved. He was sick and tired of the revolving door “Justice” system. He knew personally of dozens of criminals who were guilty of the crimes they were charged with, and had even confessed, yet were released on a “technicality” that some shyster defense lawyer dreamed up. He had a long list of targets for Tom to go after, and gave him a copy of the complete case file on Jenni’s abduction and brutal beating. Tom told Steve it might take a while, but if he suddenly heard about a bunch of dirtbags getting hit, he was probably behind it. Steve gave his best friend one last piece of news that made Tom furious. “Tom, the Chief has ordered me to close the investigation. It seems that City Hall doesn’t want to rock the boat right now with a bunch of developers making offers to build skyscrapers in downtown Newark. It will mean millions of tax dollars to the city. If they went public, the developers will go elsewhere. They’ve been covering this up for years, and if I weren’t due to retire in 2 years, I would have quit!”
Tom shook his buddy’s hand, and said “I might have to disappear for a while, so If you hear of my death, remember Mark Twain’s famous quote. Take care and see you later.”
Tom walked back to his car, and drove home to analyze the documents Steve had given him.
This story may not be suitable for minors, especially young minors. Story contains scenes of graphic violence. These were necessary for the story, and are NOT gratuitous. Please use your own judgement before allowing young minors to read this story.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead is a coincidence, or used ficticiously. The Author does NOT condone any of the acts of violence depicted in this story, or any illegal activities.
The Author
The Vigilante
by Fleataxi
Chapter 1
by Fleataxi
Chapter 1
Jenni Hicks was a beautiful blonde cheerleader, the homecoming Queen, and one of the most popular girls in school. One Thursday, she had just left the front door of St. Mary’s Catholic school and turned down the street to walk the 2 blocks to the bus stop as she did every day, when a van pulled to the curb, and 4 strong arms grabbed her from behind and slapped a wet cloth over her mouth and nose before she could get a scream out. As she inhaled to scream, she passed out. The van drove quickly away before anyone realized what had happened.
Later, Jenni awoke lying naked on a cold dark concrete floor, hurting all over. Suddenly, a single bright light shone over her face blinding her, and a naked man stood over her. “Hi, Jenni, I’m Nicky, and you belong to me.”
“What the **** are you talking about, My name’s Jenni Hicks, and when my dad finds out, he’ll kill you!”
“Your dad doesn’t know you’re here, and when I’m finished with you - you’ll disappear and no one will know you except me!”
Jenni screamed and it didn’t seem to phase Nicky at all. Nicky nodded, and 4 strong arms pinned her to the ground, and it started again. She awoke with something in her mouth, and realizing what it was, bit down hard. The last thing she heard was Nicky’s scream, then the blows started, and she passed out.
Nicky savagely beat her for hours, and when he was finished, he ordered his lieutenant Spike to dump her body somewhere and get back there. They needed to find another girl.
Later that evening, a homeless man spotted Jenni’s nude body dumped next to a dumpster. Out of curiosity he felt for her pulse, and her eyes opened. Her pleading look made him decide to walk a block, and drag a Newark cop back to the scene of the crime. His frantic radio calls brought a ALS ambulance from University Hospital, the closest Trauma Center. Looking at the wounds inflicted on her body, the hardened street cop turned and broke down crying even though he’d seen everything. He’d imagined the girl in front of him was once pretty, but she was no longer recognizable as being human. The Paramedics finally arrived, and quickly put her on a stretcher and got her into the ambulance. One paramedic was amazed she was alive, and the other thought that as badly beaten and broken as she was, she might be better off dying, but they kept working on her. 2 minutes later they arrived at the Ambulance entrance , and they were met by the trauma team. The ER resident in charge took one look at her body and said “Jesus Christ, who could do this to another person?”
They got her to Trauma Room 1 as fast as they could, and quickly got her stabilized. The tests came back indicating a ruptured spleen, and bruised liver and kidneys, and that was on top of numerous cigarette burns, cuts, two broken arms, various lacerations of the skin and scalp, and a fracture of the lower leg that looked like someone hit it with a lead pipe. Her face and head looked like someone had tried to break every bone in her face and head, and had succeeded. She spent the next 12 hours in surgery fixing the damage. The last people to work on her were a plastic and a maxillary surgeon who tried as best as they could to reconstruct her face. The plastic surgeon could tell from her bone structure that she had once been beautiful, so he tried extra hard to keep her from looking hideous.
Two days later, when they realized she was going to survive, they were forced to use dental records to ID her, since her prints came back unknown. The Hospital Chaplain drove with a Police Lieutenant to the last known address of the victim. They knocked on the door, and The Police Lieutenant said “Lisa Hicks?”
“That’s me officer?”
“Do you have a daughter named Jennifer Hicks?”
“Yes, she’s been missing for over a week? Did you find her?”
“I’m sorry Ma’am, she’s in University Hospital in Critical condition. If you come with us, we’ll drive you there.”
Lisa flew into panic mode, grabbed her purse and her jacket, wrote a quick note to Ron in case he came home, and locked the door. She rode in the back with the Chaplain, and took out her Rosary beads and prayed all the way to the hospital. When she got there, the ER attending took her aside, and tried to explain to the frantic mother that her daughter was alive, but had almost been beaten to death, and might not be recognizable.
“I want to see her right now!”
“Ok, Mrs. Hicks, I wanted to warn you first. Here, put on this gown and mask first, she’s in ICU and you can’t touch her yet in case you give her an infection.”
When they opened the door and Lisa got a good look at her daughter, she screamed “Mother of God” and fainted. She awoke 2 hours later in a hospital bed. A doctor was looking at her. “Mrs. Hicks, you went into hysterics and fainted. We had to sedate you for your own protection. Jennifer is still in the ICU, but we don’t think it would be a good idea to see her right now. Is there anyone we can call?”
“My Son Ron works construction in downtown Newark, and my husband Tom is overseas in Desert Storm. He’s a Special Forces Sergeant. My cell phone is in my purse, and their numbers are programmed in there.”
“We’ll have someone call them. You need to rest, so try to sleep. One last thing, do you have a picture of Jennifer?”
“There’s one in my wallet. Why?”
“The plastic surgeons can use it to hopefully rebuild her face.”
“My God, what did they do to her?”
“Mrs. Hicks, she’s been badly beaten, every bone in her face has been broken, and she had a skull fracture too.”
Lisa looked at the doctor, and passed out again.
Two hours later, Ron Hicks supervisor walked over to him. “Ron, you’ve got a telephone call. They’ve found Jenni, she’s in the hospital, and it’s not good. Take the rest of the day off, and let me know if you can come in tomorrow. God Bless you, and take care.”
“Thanks Rudy. I’ll let you know as soon as I can. Any idea where my mother is?”
“She’s in the hospital too - they had to sedate her.”
“Oh my God, what happened to Jenni?”
“Do you want a lift to the Hospital?”
“Thanks anyway Rudy, I might need the truck for something. Listen, if Nichole calls looking for me, tell her I’m at University Hospital, and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
Ron drove as quickly as he safely could to University Hospital. He knew if Jenni was there, it was bad, since they were the major trauma center for Newark, and only accepted the worst Trauma cases since they had so many trauma cases per day in Newark. Finally he arrived in the parking lot, paid the parking fee for overnight, and jogged to the main entrance. He asked for Jenni Hicks, then remembered her name was Jennifer, and the lady at admitting asked for some ID. Once she confirmed his ID, she pressed the intercom button. “Dr. Miller, to Admitting, Dr. Miller to Admitting.” 5 minutes later, a haggard middle-aged man showed up, and whispered to the admitting clerk.
“You’re Ron Hicks?”
“Yes Doctor, what can you tell me about Jenni?”
“Let’s go in my office.”
Ron followed the doctor like a man walking down Death Row. When the doctor opened his door, he asked Ron if he’d like a cup of coffee.
“No thanks Doc, can you please tell me what happened to Jenni?”
Doctor Miller closed the door, locked it, then sat down and told him.
“Someone almost beat her to death. She’s got numerous broken bones, and they destroyed her face. We had to repair her kidneys and liver, and we removed her spleen since it was too badly ruptured to fix. On top of all that, there’s evidence of gang rape and torture including numerous burn marks all over her body.”
“Oh my God NO!”
“Mr. Hicks, she’s alive now, and we’ll try to keep her that way - but she needs the will to live. If you can’t convince her it’s worth trying to live, she’ll die here. I’m amazed she’s lasted this long after what happened to her. The paramedics recorded her body temperature at a near-hypothermic 90 degrees, meaning she had been laying on the asphalt for a while after she was dumped before she was found. By all rights, she should be dead now, but she seems to have a strong will to live. We can fix the physical damage, but you’re going to have to help her with the mental and psychological trauma she suffered, which is usually worse in these cases. I’ve reported everything I know to the police, and they took the test results as evidence.”
“Anyone locate my Dad yet?”
“They’re trying to get word through the Red Cross as I speak.”
“I hope Dad can make it home - if anyone can give her the will to live, it will be him!”
2 days later, Tom Hicks was reviewing the plans for another Sniper mission when a Hummer drove up to him, and a Sergeant wearing an MP armband jumped out. “Sergeant Hicks?”
“Yes Sergeant.”
“Please get in this vehicle - no questions please.”
Tom was used to security, so he handed the paperwork off to his 2nd in command, and jumped in the Hummer, which drove off to the General’s bunker.
“This way Sergeant.”
General Watson, the CO of the Ranger group they were attached to, looked up when Tom entered the room, said something to his aide, and the room cleared except for the two of them. “Tom, I’ve got bad news. Jenni’s in ICU at University Hospital in Newark, I’ve got your compassionate leave paperwork all filled out, and there’s a chopper waiting to take you to a plane going stateside. Leave everything here, and I’ll have someone take care of it.”
Tom was stunned. He never imagined anything could happen to his family, safe at home. He snapped out of his reverie when the General said “Tom, the chopper’s waiting, and they’re holding the plane. Don’t worry about anything but your family. Let me know if you need to extend that leave. Go with God!” Tom saluted the General then turned and jogged to the Blackhawk that already had it’s rotors turning. He ducked, and climbed aboard. As soon as he was belted in, the chopper rose and nosed over to get to the airport as quickly as possible. As soon as they landed, the Crew Chief directed him to a VC-11a that was sitting on the tarmac with it’s turbines idling. Obviously someone wanted to get his Stateside ASAP, since the VC-11a was the fastest VIP transport available, but it had half the legs of the VC-20. As soon as he was aboard, the engines spooled up, and the plane took off. They had to make several stops for fuel, but later that day, they were landing at Rhamstein AFB, where he transferred to a MAC shuttle flight to Langley AFB, and transferred to another Blackhawk from Langley that landed on the helipad at University. When he got off, the Trauma Resident guided him to his daughter’s room in ICU after he had changed into scrubs, and was gowned gloved, and masked. When Tom saw his daughter’s beaten and battered body covered with bandages and plaster, along with numerous tubes sticking out of her, he almost broke down and wept. Then he remembered that the Doc needed him to give her the strength to live. From somewhere deep within himself, he called up the strength, and he walked up to her, and said “Hi Angel, it’s Daddy!”
She turned her head toward his voice, but couldn’t talk due to the tubes in her throat. Tom swallowed and said “everything’s going to be OK, I’m here.” He stepped closer to her bedside, and held her hand. Even though it was bandaged, she held on tightly until the pain meds took effect again and she passed out. When he came out of ICU, Ron and Dr. Miller were waiting for him. Ron took two steps to his dad, threw his arms around him, and burst out crying. Once they regained their composure, Dr. Miller took them to an available room, and told Tom the whole story as best as he could. Tom went from a distraught father of an accident victim, to an angry father, and then to a murderous rage when he realized what had happened to his daughter. He didn’t let on to the Doctor or Ron, but whoever did this to his little girl would die, and hopefully die painfully! The US Army had spent the last 20 years teaching him how to kill people, and now he was going to put that training to it’s fullest use. He was going to wipe out all the dirtbags in Newark starting at the bottom, and working his way up. Later they were let into Lisa’s room, and had a tearful reunion. With her husband there, the doctor felt it was safe to release her, so he processed the discharge papers. He told Tom to keep her out of Jenni’s room until she looked better, or Lisa would probably go into hysterics again. They left the hospital in Ron’s truck and drove home.
The next day, Tom sought out his High School buddy, Captain Steve Legarse of the Newark PD.
“Tom, I’m so sorry about Jenni. Is there anything I can do?”
“Steve, I need everything you’ve got on the case.”
Steve knew Tom’s background and what he did for a living, guessed what he was planning, and secretly approved. He was sick and tired of the revolving door “Justice” system. He knew personally of dozens of criminals who were guilty of the crimes they were charged with, and had even confessed, yet were released on a “technicality” that some shyster defense lawyer dreamed up. He had a long list of targets for Tom to go after, and gave him a copy of the complete case file on Jenni’s abduction and brutal beating. Tom told Steve it might take a while, but if he suddenly heard about a bunch of dirtbags getting hit, he was probably behind it. Steve gave his best friend one last piece of news that made Tom furious. “Tom, the Chief has ordered me to close the investigation. It seems that City Hall doesn’t want to rock the boat right now with a bunch of developers making offers to build skyscrapers in downtown Newark. It will mean millions of tax dollars to the city. If they went public, the developers will go elsewhere. They’ve been covering this up for years, and if I weren’t due to retire in 2 years, I would have quit!”
Tom shook his buddy’s hand, and said “I might have to disappear for a while, so If you hear of my death, remember Mark Twain’s famous quote. Take care and see you later.”
Tom walked back to his car, and drove home to analyze the documents Steve had given him.