Why And Goodbye-Chapter One
“Yeah whatever. Why Atlanta?” Samantha Bosque questioned her boss, Johnny, as she stood in his office.
“Because you are needed there. When you took this job, you were told you would go wherever you were needed. You are needed there. Unless of course you would let to quit and lead people into believing that you are to young for the job.” Johnny added knowing that would get to her.
“As if. I would never give those conceited asses a reason to mock me. I’ll never quit. If I am forced to go I’ll go. I don’t really care what they have to say about me. Because if I cared, they’d bring me down and I refuse to allow that to happen.” Sam replied.
“Well that’s a good attitude to have. A very good attitude, I must say. But even you have to admit that a girl, a girl I remind you, of only 23 years is very scary to some. I’ll admit that at first I wasn’t to trilled about the idea. The averages ages for this job is 33 to 41 and usually are white males. I myself fit into that category.” Johnny said.
“Yeah. But that is still besides the fact. You still aren’t judging me by the way I act but by the way I do my job. You know as well as I do that I get the job done, no matter what it is.” Sam remarked.
“Yes and that’s why you are going to Atlanta.”
“But why. What kind of case awaits me in Atlanta?”
“Oh.” Johnny pick up a folder labeled confidential and handed it to her. “Sam, there have been some serious threats against a key witness of ours. The eye witness doesn’t know exactly what has been going on or about the threats. He really doesn’t even know that he is a key part in our case against Raduh. He witnessed a drug trade between him and some others. He doesn’t know exactly what they were trading so let’s keep it that way.”
“Chinetè? Raduh Chinetè?” Sam snapped to attention. She had worked a case before in California trying to get this guy. He was one of the U.S.’s biggest drug lords. Unfortunately she got pulled from the case before she could nail Raduh. It was her only incomplete case.
“Yeah.” Johnny nodded his head.
“Well then what do I get to do? If we’re not letting this ‘key’ witness know then it’s not like we can stash him in a safe house or even get him a personal bodyguard. And why am I flying to Georgia? Raduh’s in California. Los Angeles. Not Atlanta. Raduh’s never operated off the eastern coast.” Sam questioned confused.
“Yeah, you’re right. The witness was in California at the time he witness the trade. And because this witness is relatively well-known he is even a bigger target. He already has a bodyguard. That is where you come in. You are going to trade places with his bodyguard. His bodyguard already knows about the threats and has agreed to it. He will be the only one who will know about you. You will protect the witness until Raduh is in custody.”
“So in other words I get to baby sit. You do realize that Raduh already knows me. We kinda met in California.” Sam told him.
“Yea. But you were a dancer at his club. You were his right hand girl. He knows you can fight. You’ve proved that to him. He never found out who you really were. Just use the same name. I mean we can keep the same identity in the computer. Just tell every one you are Samantha Johnson. It worked last time for what…almost six months.”
“Yea. It did. I just don’t know. We'll have to see if it works out like that. So what's this witnesses name?”
“I don't know for sure. It's all in that folder. You fly out tomorrow at ten for Tampa.” Johnny told her.
“Tampa? I thought I was going to Atlanta.” Sam asked.
“No. The witness is in Atlanta. He is going to Tampa tomorrow. Him and some buddies are going to the Super bowl so you get to escort him. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like loads of fun. Well I guess I better get going so I can pack since I get to leave so soon.” Sam got up out of her chair.
She arrived at her house cursing Johnny. “Why the hell is he doing this to me? I think he is purposefully trying to screw up my life. But he doesn’t know that. He wasn’t in California. I was.” She flopped down on her sofa and opened the folder Johnny had given her. She read, “ ‘Brian Littrel. 25. Blue eyes, brown hair.’ Yada, yada, yada…‘Note: Brian is part of a world famous group of five. Group called Backstreet Boys.’ Know their music. Good tempo. ‘Witness against Raduh Chinetè’ Trade included a large shipment of crack-cocaine. Ah. Here’s a phone number.” She pulled out a business card. “Q. I wonder who he is. Maybe I’ll give him a call later. Maybe.”
“Hello, hello.” Allison, Samantha’s half-sister, called as she walked in the door with Sam’s boyfriend, Jason.
“Hey Ali. Jace!” Sam hopped off the sofa and walked up to him.
“Good to see you to beautiful.” Jason joked half serious while he hugged her and kissed her cheek.
“Boy, you are pushing it with the beautiful comment.” Sam laughed.
“But you are Sammy!” Jason said admiring his girlfriend. She was so modest. She hated compliments. But truthfully she had this natural beauty about her. Even though she was only 5 ft. 5in., she appeared to be taller. Her semi-curly, jet black, past her shoulder length, hair and her deep brown eyes with her olive completion just added to her beauty. The only problem with Sam was the way she dressed. She insisted on dressing in business like, causal, black and gray suits. Only occasionally when Ali forced her into decent clothes did she even wear the decent clothes.
“Okay. Whatever.” She blushed. “Jace, I think we need to sit down.” She dragged him to the sofa. “I kinda have some bad news for you.”
“No. I don’t like bad news, even if you are just talking to Jason.” Ali was in the kitchen getting a soda. “ You want?” she waved a soda back in forth.
“Naw. I am cool. I just need to say this so I don’t get all sentimental. I only have less then…” She glanced down at her watch. “…Less then twenty-four hours.”
“You aren’t leaving are you babe?” Jason asked.
“Yeah. I am so sorry. I didn’t even know until today. I am free to take a new case and the case I’ll be taking is kinda a continuation to a case I never finished. I sorry from the bottom of my heart. Please forgive me.” Sam begged.
“Can you tell me or is it confidential?” Jason questioned.
“Um…I forgive you girl and to show you how much I am going to go over to Nat’s place to get out of your way. I so don’t want to be here when you start making out or worse. Getting freaky.” Ali grabbed her purse and walked over to Sam and kissed her cheek. “Bye. Be careful. Be safe.”
“Bye Ali. I’ll miss you. Trust me I will.” She watched Ali walk out the door.
“So can you tell me?” Jason questioned again.
“No. I would if I could. But we have been over this before. It is part of the job. But I will tell you this much. I fly out for Tampa tomorrow. Plus you can most likely call me whenever you want. Besides you really don’t have to worry too much. I am going to be around a lot of people, who aren’t criminals, that are trained to protect people. Wanna do me a favor?” She sorta smiled as she snuggled next to him.
“Yeah sure.” Jason answered even though it wasn’t going to be a favor he would most likely like or wanted to do.
“Kiss me.” Sam said surprising him.
Jason smiled. “Oh sure. No prob.” He leaned in to kiss her. It was a kiss full of pleasure. A kiss that could lead to a lot more if not stopped.
Sam pushed back. “Maybe we can get into that a little later. But now I kinda need to pack. Mind helping?” Jason quickly agreed to help.
Samantha and Jason quickly packed a bunch of Sam’s belongings into two duffle bags. They finished zipping up the last duffle bags. “Now what was this I heard about later?” Jason rose his eyebrows.
“Well I was thinking of playing the relationship game that will lead up to later. Wanna play?” Sam said.
“Yeah. I remember this game. Can I ask the first question?” Jason jumped on the bed.
“Sure. Remember. Relationship based questioned only. Answer honestly. Every wrong answer for the answerer, has you a piece of clothing removed. Every right answer has the asker remove a piece of their clothing.”
“Okay. First question. Do you love me?”
“Put some thought into that question, huh?” Sam asked sarcastically. “To answer you question. Yes.”
“Opps.” Jason kicked off a shoe.
“My turn. I’m not going to be that thoughtful either. Um…how long have we been together?”
“Not easy huh? Two years St. Patrick’s Day.”
Sam kicked a shoe off.
“When did we first have sex and where?” Jason asked.
“Third date. You place.” Sam
“Wrong. Technically, it was only our second date and it was in the car in front of my place.” Jason corrected.
“Oh. My bad.” Sam kicked off her other shoe.
That went on for about another 45 minutes. It was the last question. Jason was down to his boxers and Sam down to her bra and panties. “Last question. All or nothing. My turn.” Sam rubbed her hands together. “Something hard. Relationshippy. Okay. Here goes nothing. Quick memory jog. For our for time to meet, I was at the hospital. What was the first, and I mean very first, thing you said to me.” Sam sat back.
“Sammy! That was almost two years ago.” Jason objected.
“It’s what started our relationship.”
“Okay. Let’s see. You were just starting your big career. You were there for a gun shot wound so most likely, ‘Are you okay?’.” Jason took a stab in the dark.
“Wrong. You bumped into me walking in the hospital and you said, ‘Sorry but you really should watch where you are walking.’ And then you saw me and your attitude changed. You quickly apologized for being so rude.”
“I am still sorry about that. I shouldn’t have been so rude.”
“NOPE. Drop ‘em baby. You lost.” Sam smiled while she sat back against the bedpost. They made love and fell asleep in each others arms. Sammy woke up at about seven. As not to awake Jason, she climbed out of bed slowly and dressed quickly. She grabbed her bags and left the house. She drove down to the studio to work out before she caught her flight out.
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