Chapter Eleven

PONY-TAIL

Monday at lunch Aaron said, “Jamie told me about a guy that came into the hospital early Sunday morning with two women. Each of them had a broken arm, internal injuries, and bruises all over. They should be released later today or tomorrow morning. Jamie said that she has seen him at the hospital lots of times and it seems like each time it’s with a different woman; some of them more than once. Some of them are teenagers. She thinks that he’s a polygamist with a bunch of wives that he regularly beats.”

“I’ve heard that there are still a few polygamists around Utah. Did she have any other information for us?”

“She said that she watched him leave last night, he has a pony-tail and he got into an old faded blue suburban. He gave a Salt Lake City Address.”
Cole asked, “Shall we go for a ride by the hospital after work? I’ll pick you up at your office.”

On the way to the hospital they ended up behind an old faded blue suburban. The windows were dirty but clean enough to see that there was only one person in the vehicle; A big man with a Pony-tail.

“Funny how things work, that car ahead of us is our target,” laughed Aaron.
“Are you ready, I’ll pull up beside him before he can get out of his burb, when he rolls down his window, put a bullet in his head.”

Aaron checked his 9 MM and put a bullet in the chamber and tightened the silencer. “I’m ready.”

The suburban pulled into the “Disability” parking spaces with empty spaces on either side of him. Cole pulled up beside the driver’s side with a few inches to spare. Aaron powered his window down and motioned to the man to roll down his window. The guy glared at them, said something to the steering wheel that looked like F--- and the window slowly moved down. “Pony-tail’s” eyes went wide as he realized the circle in the window was in fact the business end of a large caliber pistol. Clap, the impact of the bullet threw “Pony-tail” across the front seat of the suburban. The window on the other side of the suburban disintegrated as a fragment of the hollow point bullet had just enough energy left to pulverize the window. Blood and pieces of “Pony-tail” covered the far side of the car and the few pieces of glass still in place.

Cole backed out and drove out of the parking lot. They didn’t see anyone around who had witnessed the shooting.

15 minutes later three of the hospital security officers arrived who were going on shift at 6 pm. They rode together and were walking across the parking lot. One of them noticed some bloody glass on the sidewalk beside an old faded blue suburban. He looked inside, turned and lost the big Mac that his stomach had just received. His companions looked inside and followed suit. They were new to this fringe area of law enforcement and had never seen anything like this. The first one recovered enough to pull his cell phone out and called 911.

Inside the hospital, two very nervous women were waiting to be picked up by their husband. They were sisters and terrified of “Pony-tail.” The older sister had married “Pony-tail” 3 years ago and the younger sister was a newlywed of only 2 months. “Pony-tail” was a good provider and they had all that money could buy. The sisters and the other 4 wives of “Pony-tail” lived in terror of him. “Pony-tail” would go on a tirade and beat whoever he came in contact with. The beatings were getting worse and seemed to be triggered by a phone call each time. It had something to do with his business, but none of them knew what that business was. He had a big fancy truck, but he didn’t leave town very often, usually once a week he would leave and be back the next day.

In fact, “Pony-tail” was Utah’s most successful importer of illegal aliens. For $1,000 “Pony-tail would guarantee transportation from the desert between Nogales and Tucson, Arizona to Salt Lake City, Utah in air conditioned comfort. Unlike most of his competitors, Pony-tail’s truck had benches, drinking water and was air conditioned. His weekly trip grossed him $50,000 and provided fifty new residents to Utah. His business partners in Arizona would sorely miss Pony-tail.

Detective Davis arrived at the hospital to find a crime scene compromised by hospital security officers, 3 patrol cars, 2 fire trucks, 5 ambulances, and a multitude of people. There also appeared to be at least 4 people looking out from every window in the hospital facing this direction. ‘There should be at least a witness or two from all those windows;’ but he was wrong.

He gathered information from the first people on the scene, the three security officers and from the patrol officers. The patrol officers had already canvassed the hospital to see if anyone had seen what happened through one of those windows, to no avail. “Pony-tail” had been shot through his open window with a high powered pistol. The bullet fragments had apparently blown out the window on the far side of the vehicle. The murder had happened sometime around 5:30 PM. Pony-tail was supposed to pick up his 2 wives at that time. The hospital had supplied him with records of all of “Pony-tail’s” charges. It appeared that there were hospital charges and ER admittances for 5 different women all claiming to be his spouse. All of them had been badly beaten; some more than once. The last two had broken arms and serious internal injuries.

Davis went to the address listed on the hospital records. It was inside a fenced compound in East Salt Lake City. The compound was owned by a small religious group. “Pony-tail” was one of the leaders of the group. His wives all told him the same thing.

“Yes, he beat them regularly and the beatings were getting worse.”

“No, they didn’t know what he hauled with his truck, but he was gone one day a week, usually he would leave Thursday and be home late Friday evening.”

“No, they didn’t know of anybody who would want to kill him.’ The other occupants of the compound echoed the wives story.

“He had a violent temper but with no enemies that they knew of.”

The report from ballistics was inconclusive. Bullet fragments were from a hollow point cartridge, probably a 9 MM. The crime scene report produced quite a few fingerprints, all of them from the 6 wives, their children, and the victim. There were no witnesses to the shooting. He was at a dead end. There were no clues and no motive except for the beatings of his wives. The wives all seemed the passive submissive sort.

The news report “Polygamy Leader Killed at Hospital. The leader (name withheld) of a Sugar House polygamy group was shot and killed as he arrived at the hospital to take two of his wives home. The women had been admitted and treated for suspected spousal abuse. Police report that they have no suspects or motives for the shooting. Could this be another killing by Robin Hood? Police ask for any witness to come forward. A reward is offered for information leading to the arrest of the perpetrator(s).”

SAM CHRISTIANSEN

Cole came into his office to find Sam Christiansen sitting behind his desk. “I want my Skull & Crossbones file back.”

“I gave it back to you.”

“I know, but I can’t find it. And now someone is going down my list killing them.”
“I’ve noticed that some of them have been killed recently.”

“Not some of them, but three of them, one after the other, right down the list!”
“So what do you want from me?”

“I want the copy of my list that you made. Nobody but you knows about the list. If the cops found out about it, they would think that I had something to do with those guys deaths.”

Cole had the original list in his truck. He pulled the copy out of his desk drawer and handed it to Christiansen. “Do you think that Robin Hood somehow got your list and took them out?”

“That’s exactly what I think. I thought that it was you until I couldn’t find my list.”

“Me, that’s ridiculous!”

“Yeah, that’s what I decided. It had to be someone else.”

‘Why do you think the idea of me being Robin Hood is ridiculous,’ thought Cole to himself? To Christiansen he said, “Where did you put the list after I gave it back to you?”

“I put it in my car. I’m always leaving the windows down, so someone could have easily stolen it. Do you realize how big it would have been if I could have actually interviewed Robin Hood?”

“That would have been big alright. We know he’s around somewhere, but to think that he actually reached in your car and stole your bad guy list is amazing,” said Cole, barely able to stop laughing. Cole had stolen the list back from Christiansen just in case Christiansen saw a connection between the bad guys on his list being killed and Cole.

Christiansen walked out of Cole’s office muttering about missing his big chance. “It might be my only big chance to get to the big time.”

Cole considered the possibilities of using Christiansen if the he ever needed publicity. ‘Maybe I’ll give you that big story someday,’ reflected Cole.


JUSTICE FOR ALL

Rizzo sat back, locked his office door, and looked out the window at the Mountains. ‘I really need to get out more often. Up those canyons is the best skiing in the world. There are hiking and bike trails winding down these canyons that people from back east or California would die for. I’ve driven up Big Cottonwood Canyon a few times.’ One time he had driven all the way to the end of the road. He had read that the road now goes on over the summit and down into Park City. That road is closed in winter, but now it would be open. Just before the summit he remembered there was a trailhead where bikers would park, unload their bikes and pick from 4 or 5 trails to ride down toward Salt Lake City.

‘My skiing is so rusty, I would probably kill myself if I tried anything more than a rope tow. I haven’t ridden a bike since I was a teenager, so that’s out too. Back to business’ he said out loud. Rizzo didn’t know why it helped him think, to sit and talk out loud to himself. ‘If people could hear me they would probably think I’m crazy. Whatever, I think that it’s about time to arrange a meeting with Cole and Aaron where they can’t see me. I don’t want them to know who they’re talking too.’
He was still looking at the row of mountains that reached toward the eastern sky, ‘I know just the place, that trailhead parking lot at the top of Big Cottonwood Canyon would be perfect; it would be empty in the evening. I could meet them and not have to worry about anybody hearing them talk. Gleason had given me the key to a summer cabin about a mile down the hill from the parking lot. Gleason used the cabin about a month per year during the prime skiing season and maybe a day or two at a time in other times of the year. Mostly it sat empty.’ Rizzo had a standing invitation to help himself to the cabin anytime he liked, up till now he had not made the time. He would check with Gleason to see if it was available. I’ll park my car at the cabin and walk up to the parking lot. It might not be critical that he remain anonymous but it could mean the difference between his life and death if “JUSTICE FOR ALL” became known to the wrong people.’

Cole was sitting on the couch with his arm around Jan, thinking what a lucky man he was. ‘He had a sweet, beautiful, loving wife that he had searched for since he was 20 years old. His job was ok. Nothing to brag about, but he didn’t hate it like some people felt about their job. He even expected a promotion within the next few months. His family corporation was flush with cash, so if he became unemployed, he could pull out enough money to replace his salary from the monthly income and not touch the investment balance. He had a storage unit with much more cash available if needed. He had good friends. He just felt lucky. How else could you explain what happened to him, Jan and Aaron over the last 2 years?’

“Why are you smiling,” laughed Jan?

“Just thinking about you,” responded Cole.

Jan melted into his shoulder and said, “I love you, why did it take so long to find you?”

“I don’t know. I’m just so happy that we finally got together, I love you.”

“I saw the doctor today,” said Jan.

Instantly alarmed, Cole asked, “What’s the matter, why did you go see the doctor?”
“Well, DAD, there is nothing to worry about,” said Jan as she winked at him.
“What do you mean……WE’RE PREGNANT,” shouted Cole?

Jan laughed again, “You could say that, YES WE’RE PREGNANT!”

Cole felt a helpless feeling and said, “What do we do, shouldn’t you be lying down or something, let me help you.”

Laughing Jan said, “I’m pregnant, not helpless or sick. I’m supposed to get plenty of exercise and eat properly. Speaking of exercise, how about I race you to the bedroom, last one to get naked loses.”

Cole jumped to his feet and said, “Can you, I mean can we, I mean, is it ok to, you know?”

From the bedroom, “YOU LOSE.”

Sitting in the kitchen an hour later, “I’m starving, can we order in Pizza.”

“Sure, why not,” said Cole.

Cole just put down the phone from ordering the pizza when his phone rang. He figured it was the pizza place confirming the order. Instead he heard, “Cole, please listen for a moment, I know about the extracurricular activities you and Aaron have been doing the past 2 years. I’m not calling to blackmail you, or to cause you any problem, quite the contrary, but I do need to talk to you in absolute privacy. Can you and Aaron meet me at the trailhead parking lot at the top of Big Cottonwood Canyon, tomorrow night 9 PM? Pull into the parking lot, turn off the lights and open your windows. There won’t be any other vehicles, but I’ll be there. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand, we’ll be there.”

“Who was that?”

“I don’t know, he wanted to meet with me tomorrow night,” Cole said as he frantically tried to think of what else to say. He didn’t want to worry Jan so he said, “I think it’s about a job.”

“Kind of late to be calling about a job isn’t it?”

“Yes it is, but you know how some people are, they think everyone works the same hours they do, even if its 9 PM at night. He also said that if I have a friend that I trust, to please bring him. So I’m going to ask Aaron to go with me.”

“I’m glad you’re not going alone. Do you think I’ll be ugly as I get more and more pregnant?”

“I hate to inform you, but you either are, or you’re not pregnant, you do not get more or less pregnant. You probably haven’t noticed, but when a beautiful woman like you gets pregnant, they get even more beautiful. It’s like they almost glow. You have that glow now; I didn’t put the signs together. You’re getting more gorgeous every day.”
Laughing Jan said, “You’re such a liar, but don’t stop I love it.”
The next day at their lunch, Cole filled Aaron in on everything the mysterious caller had said and what he had told Jan. Jan and Rachel talked almost every day. If either Cole or Aaron were going to be stretching the facts, they needed to cover all of the bases.

“What do you think is going on,” asked Aaron.

“The only thing that I can come up with is the comment you made after that police detective who came to question Jamie. You said he gave you a look that told you he knew more about you than he should have. How about I pick you up at 8 PM?”
“I had forgotten about that, hmmmmmm, OK”

The rest of the day crept by at an unbearable pace. Finally it was time to go home. A quick meal and Cole drove to Aaron’s place and they headed up the canyon. It was 8:30 Pm when they got there. Cole turned off the lights. They didn’t see anyone else there. “He said 9 PM,” said Aaron.

“Yeah, I remember, but I wanted to be here a little early. I’ll roll down all the windows.”
A voice from the darkness “you’re early. I thought that you might be, so I came early as well.”

“Who are you?”

“That’s not important. It’s best that you don’t know who I am. When I’m done talking, you will see why you really don’t need to know who I am. I don’t want to know who you are, but it has to start somewhere.”

Cole had a dozen questions, but decided that he would wait and if he still had questions when the mysterious person finished, he would ask them then.

“I asked you to come here because I’ve been watching some of your irregular activities over the last couple of years. When I first noticed you, I was concerned that you may be killing people because you just plain liked to kill people. You have satisfied that concern because you didn’t have any kind of pattern and the time between these killings varied. If you were crazy with the power of killing, it would be like a sickness and you would have to kill more and more and quicker and quicker. I’m not a shrink so I will quit with my psychobabble. I’m impressed that you were able to have several people die of accidents. It’s much simpler to have the bad guy’s die of an accident when possible. I’m satisfied that in every case that I am aware of, you have picked those members of our society that needed to be killed. You have chosen people that were beating their spouses who would soon kill those spouses. Other people that you chose were making their living from the misery and addiction of others.

I should add at this point that Mr. Gleason is extremely grateful for your work in saving his son. He also wants you to know that he saw your license number when you were sitting in his driveway waiting for his son to go in the house, but because of some selective short term memory loss, that number has been forgotten.”

“Oops, we didn’t realize that we were being watched from inside the house. I guess we’re lucky that he didn’t turn that number into the police,” said Cole.

“I was impressed with your methods. I was also impressed that you have learned martial arts skills and learned to use firearms in a very professional manner. Your resourcefulness in taking the drug money and hiding it also showed your intelligence and self control. I’ve chosen to approach you at this time so that I may be able to perhaps direct your efforts for the maximum benefit. If you decide to utilize my information and skills, you’ll continue your work as assassins, but you would be working for an organization whose only purpose is to help the legal system handle those criminals that slip through the cracks of the Justice system. Some examples are,

Judges giving criminals reduced sentences and a slap on the wrist;
Corrupt people in positions of power taking advantages of the freedoms in this country;

Men who feel it’s their right to abuse their wives or girlfriends;

Terrorists who use the freedoms of America to actively work to kill American citizens and destroy America;

Men who feel it’s their right to physically and sexually abuse innocent children of their own or others;

Corrupt policemen who abuse their power;

And foreign diplomatic personnel, who use their immunity to kill, rob and steal with impunity.

You get the idea. The organization is called JUSTICE FOR ALL. I’m sure that you have questions, I will try to answer them to the best of my abilities.”

Aaron asked, “Why don’t you show your face? I believe I know who you are.”

“With your intelligence, I would be surprised if you didn’t suspect who I am, however, for the foreseeable future you won’t know for sure. Because the activities that we’ll be engaged in are frowned on by some law enforcement people, there’s the possibility that we may be questioned by those who would like to know others in our organization. You don’t know for sure who I am. Therefore you cannot be forced to tell anybody who I am. It’s true that I know you. You’re known as Robin Hood and because I know, there’s a danger to you, but it couldn’t be helped. There is a greater chance that you would be questioned than would I.”

“Finally there’s the fact that I haven’t made my offer to you yet. If you know who I am and decline my offer, it could become a delicate situation.”

“You talk as if this organization is broader in scope than just you and us?”

“Correct, I don’t even know how big the organization is. I know that there are at least 23 offices across the country. I was contacted by someone in a similar setting as this one. My attitude and frustration with the legal climate that many times released criminals to prey on the innocent people of this country became well enough known that I was contacted by a member of the organization. I was asked to find people who I could recruit. You two fit the description of who I should be watching for.”

“You seemed to take a long time to contact us. Do you operate under any kind of a time line?”

“No, my instructions are to take whatever time I needed to be sure before contacting anyone.”

“You obviously have been watching us since our first incident.” How did you know we’re involved in the accidents,” said Cole?

“I wasn’t’ sure of any of them. It just seemed logical that in every case, one or both of you were close enough to be considered. I’ve been watching unsolved cases where the criminal dies and each time, if you’re in the general neighborhood, I assume one or both of you 2 were involved. I also have been watching your personal preparation with martial arts training and with pistols, again, only circumstantial evidence.”

“You talk like a police detective.”

“I also sound like I watch a lot of police shows on television.”

“You know a lot about us. Why would we want to work with you or JUSTICE FOR ALL?”

“Finally, the right question! JUSTICE FOR ALL is a secret society. Most secret societies operate outside the law. That’s why they’re secret. However, JUSTICE FOR ALL is different from every other secret society I’ve ever heard of. The others are into all kinds of rituals, killing sometimes to consolidate or achieve power or money. If JUSTICE FOR ALL ever becomes common knowledge, every secret society and every person who has achieved power illegally or immorally will do everything they can to destroy every person connected with JUSTICE FOR ALL. Can you imagine the pressure that organized crime, corrupt politicians and law enforcement people would apply if they learn that JUSTICE FOR ALL is an active organization whose only reason to exist is to destroy them?”

“You’re scaring the crap out of me,” said Aaron.

“Good, I don’t want you to take this lightly. If you make this commitment, you’ll become assassins for good. I’ll guide you to a great paying job at a legitimate profitable company. You will have regular hours, take vacations, get promoted and from the outside will have a normal business life. Your job will be a cover that enables you to spend your working hours identifying human vermin, planning their assassinations, and then killing the worst criminals in the country. We don’t plan on expanding to any other countries, yet. You’ve already started your financial retirement with your own corporations. That’s great; we will provide the means to help you if you need it. Frankly you’re doing pretty well. You’ll file tax returns each year and pay a great deal of taxes. You’ll be a model American by day and a secret super patriotic American by night. What you have done so far is only a small example of what you’ll be able to do. I don’t expect an answer now, but I do expect an answer in 48 hours. Either way, I want you to meet me here at this spot in exactly 48 hours from now, that’s 10 PM the day after tomorrow. Do you have any more questions?”

“Should we tell our wives, they probably suspect us but really don’t know about our nefarious activities”, asked Aaron?”

“I would rather that you didn’t. Let’s think about it for a moment. The incidence of divorce is close to 50%. I would guess that divorce is the farthest thing from either of your minds right now. Statistics say that one of you will be divorced within a couple of years. Do you want to face the prospect of a former spouse who knows your deepest, darkest secret? The ramifications could be complex and might require drastic measures. A woman is wired differently that you are. Their emotions get in the way of logic sometimes. Anyway, I could talk about the different reasons not to tell your wives all night long. There are a few reasons to tell them, but not many.
For your information, my wife gave up on me years ago. She was a fantastic woman who I will love forever, but she couldn’t live with the long hours and my silence about what I was doing. My work was becoming more dangerous, so for her safety I let her go. I think the best way to approach this decision is like a career decision. Analyze the pros and the cons. At your lunch meeting tomorrow, make a list and talk them out. We can discuss any questions when we meet in 2 days. I will talk to you then, goodbye.”

Cole and Aaron didn’t hear a sound after the goodbye. “Are you still there, I have another question,” said Cole.

There was no answer.

“Let’s go,” said Aaron, “Rachel will be worried if I don’t get home soon.”
At lunch the next day, “how did you sleep,” asked Cole?

“I didn’t sleep much. This guy knows everything about us. It’s so exciting and so scary. I was imagining what it would be like to spend all of our time, except family time, trying to destroy the bad people.”

“I have a friend who was a police officer in southern California. He told me when he first started; every day was like playing cowboys and Indians. Every day they were chasing the bad guys. High speed chases through town, shooting back and forth sometimes. It was so much fun that his boss had to make him go home each night. Over the years as the paperwork increased and the restrictions and rules were heaped on them, it stopped being fun and turned into drudgery. I can imagine that this would be like his example when he first started in some respects. We wouldn’t be chasing bad people all around southern California, but we would be watching, planning and pulling the plug on some really bad people. I’m guessing that if we slipped up and were caught by the police, JUSTICE FOR ALL would help us.”

“That’s a good question, let’s remember to ask him tomorrow night.”

Cole asked Aaron, “What’re you thinking? Do you want to accept the offer, or are you still mulling it over?”

“At this point, I think that I want to go ahead with it. If I didn’t accept the offer, I would kick myself every time I saw a criminal or a politician get away with something. Every woman that I saw with bruises on her face and neck would remind me that I may have saved her from a beating or even an early death.”

Cole became deadly serious, “I was thinking about Jan, Billy, and our baby that is coming in another 5 months. I’m taking a chance, but I’m making the world a better place. What could I do that has the possibility of doing as much good as this? I agree with you, let’s think about it some more and meet for lunch again tomorrow, how about Chinese?”

Cole was chewing some orange chicken, “I’m so excited that I can’t believe it. Before we were doing our own thing and I was afraid that I was becoming a mass murderer. Now, it seems we have even more incentive to keep on getting rid of the rabid dogs. I’m actually like a policeman without the paperwork and the corrupt politicians telling me what I can and can’t do. How about I pick you up at 9:30 PM?”
At 10:00 PM sharp they pulled into the trailhead parking lot, rolled down the windows and turned off the lights.

“You’re right on time tonight. Do you have any question for me?”

“What happens if we slip up and are caught by the police?”

“Excellent question, it could happen. However, there are members of JUSTICE FOR ALL in every police station that I’m aware of. Every honest policeman, and there are a lot of them, is sick to their stomach about what’s happening. When the detectives see a bad guy killed, they don’t look quite so hard for the killer if they suspect it’s a good guy. Evidence that may tie one case with another is never tied together. Why do you think that you weren’t questioned on most of the people that you have put away? Is there a danger that you may be caught and arrested by some overzealous or corrupt policeman? The answer is yes. I’m going to help you avoid that possibility as much as possible. So far you’ve done very well without my help. I guess I’m trying to say I don’t really know. If you were caught and prosecuted, “JUSTICE FOR ALL” would pay all legal costs and would hire the best legal defense that money could buy.”

“Are you going to give us a list of who to go after?”

“I will supply you with the first page of my list of people that I believe deserve to die. The list will have a complete dossier on why they’re on the list, as well as phone numbers, and addresses and sometimes pictures. I don’t want you to simply accept my list and go kill them. You’ll need to check them out and plan the assassinations. We want you to make it look like an accident if possible, or a rival group. You’ve done a perfect job with the drug people. It had the look of a robbery by someone in their organization or from a rival group. Both times you took out a drug supplier, additional drug people died in the groups as they frantically tried to find out who was responsible and kill them.”

“I take it from your questions, that you’ve decided to accept our proposal?”

In unison Cole and Aaron said, “Yes.”

“Do you have untraceable pistols with silencers?”

“We liberated 2 Glock pistols and silencers from the Mexican brothers as well as other pistols we picked up from the first drug dealer and the tall black man and his friends.”

“Perfect, if the police have any record of those guns, they would be really confused if bullets turned up that were fired from them. We’re not going to communicate by any electronic means. That means no internet email, no cell phones or regular phones. All of those leave tracks that can be easily traced. I will give you a hand printed list, good luck on my hand writing, periodically. If we need to talk to me, look under classifieds in KSL.com. Go to the Services Heading, then Accounting. Look for “Experienced Accountant, $75 per hour…” call that number and let it ring 3 times, and then hang up. I will meet you here that night at 9:30 PM.”

“Tomorrow you’ll be called by a man who will identify himself as a human relations manager from “FREEDOM PLUS.” Incidentally for your information, “FREEDOM PLUS”, is a Gleason company. The HR Manager will set up an appointment for you to come to interview with him in his office. It’s a sales position for a foreign currency trading company. You will need to travel at least a week or two per month. You will receive a guarantee of $10,000 per month plus commission, full benefits including life insurance, health insurance, retirement, 401K, the works. You will of course accept and give 2 weeks’ notice at your current job. Here’s the first list. I don’t expect you to take care of all of these this week! Take your time, study the material, and then go study the individuals. You must try to get in position to take them out in the manner we discussed. We don’t want the police or anybody to suspect that you have a list or that the string of bad guy deaths is all being done by the same people or group. On this first list, I want you to meet me here a week from now at 10 PM. We will discuss the list and what your plans are for them at that point. Please have at least a preliminary idea of how you’re going to take them out. I’m sure at that time you’ll have some more questions for me. I’ll see you then.”
“I’m not even going to ask if he’s there this time. He is spooky,” said Aaron.
Rizzo was sitting on a big rock 10 yards from the car. It was pitch black so they couldn’t see him. In a week, there would be some moonlight. They would be able to see his shape if they looked in the right direction. The light would not be good enough to see the features of his face. When he said goodbye, he stepped behind a big tree. He could hear their comments until they started the car or rolled up the windows.
‘I’m spooky, huh, if they only knew.’

If they turned this way when they left the parking lot, they would not see him. The car started up, lights blinked on, and they pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the canyon road. 17 miles down, and about a mile lower in elevation, were the lights of Salt Lake City. Rizzo watched the tail lights winding down the canyon and walked down to Gleason’s cabin. Some cabin, most people would consider this cabin a castle. Rizzo figured that the value would be at least 3 million dollars, maybe a lot more. The acreage that the building sat on would be at least a million dollars all by itself. ‘Well, my part of this enterprise is now off and running. This is going to get real interesting. I can’t wait to report my progress to my JUSTICE FOR ALL contact. This is my first chance to really get something done since I became a part of JUSTICE FOR ALL 3 years ago. The list that I’ve been working on for 2 years should be interesting reading to Robin Hood’. He pulled the special cell phone out of his pocket and called the memorized number, ‘the prospective employees have accepted the employment offer, please follow through with the hiring process as soon as practical.’