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- L.K. Kuhl, Author
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“Listen, doll, I'm warning you. This dock is private property. You don't get your fancy ass out of here, it'll be the cops, or ...”
As Mae reached into her purse, Mike lifted up the shirt on the crate next to him to reveal some kind of revolver. Her heart jumped; instinctively she took a step back and took her hand from her purse. With a trembling hand she held out a wad of cash, mostly tens and twenties. It was around $287 dollars the last time she counted it. The money had come from the hatbox in her closet; she kept it for a rainy, or in this case, cloudy day.
“I can pay you.”
For the first time, Mike's face broke into a genuine smile, and he laughed at her, a deep, hearty mocking laugh. Sarcasm permeated his voice, “Do I look like the sort of fellow who needs money? Look around, doll, I'm the man who has everything.”
His face turned dark gray and the smile evaporated.
“Now get the HELL OFF MY DOCK!”
Mae faded a few steps further back. The boom of his voice nearly broke her morale and sent her fleeing back to her car. But this was too important for her, for Jack. Not that she thought he was alive, but she knew that the final chapter of his life hadn't been written correctly. She had to fix it.
She decided to give as good as she was getting, “O.K., tough guy!!! WHAT DOES THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING NEED IF NOT MONEY?!”
The rage was palpable and caused the huge man to sway ever so slightly. A sober look came over him.
“O.K., O.K., jeez lady, no need to scream.” Mike looked around then turned taking a softer approach that didn’t seem natural. “Look, I get all sorts of crazies here wanting one thing or another. I don't have time to go off on every wacky adventure that comes along. Besides, I'm a man who trades in curios, treasure and information.”
Mae wasn't really sure what Mike was saying, but he seemed satisfied that he had justified his previously rude behavior.
“Look, I'm sure you're a decent chick, but you can't possibly offer me anything that I can't get myself. The types of things I need are obtained through cunning and the risk of serious danger.”
Mae was starting to appreciate the angry, tall silent type over Pirate Mike.
“Well, I'm a very resourceful person. Maybe if there's something you need we could make an arrangement,” Mae said, a touch of steel dancing across her sky-blue eyes.
“Alright, look, I need some parts for my boat and I just don't have time to get them. So if you can go get them for me, maybe I can help you with some info. Problem for you is, that little wad of cash ain't gonna cut it and I ain't gonna pay. So let's see how resourceful you really are.” Mike handed her a list and turned away.
Mae took the list realizing the conversation was over.