Free Dark Luck (A Suspense Thriller) by Tim Kizer Page B

their way into every corner of American business. As he waited for
the receptionist’s response, he had begun thinking of the plan B, and the first
idea that popped into his mind was to hire a private eye. The idea probably had
its flaws, but it was a start. Fortunately, he didn’t have to rack his brain
over this matter for too long because Sheila chose to be cooperative with
him.  
     “I believe he works at Boston Medical Center now,” the
receptionist said. After a pause, she added, “In Boston.”
    At home, Zack went on the internet and collected phone
numbers of every Shepard Stevenson in Boston and its suburbs. Admittedly, this
was a long shot, but it was worth trying because talking on the phone required
little effort. The first three Shepard Stevensons turned out wrong since they
were not doctors. Dialing the fourth number, Zack thought with slight annoyance
that he might have to hire the private investigator after all.
    “Doctor Stevenson?” Zack spoke in as low as a voice as
he could. “Doctor Shepard Stevenson?”
    “Yes, this is Doctor Stevenson,” the man replied, and
Zack perked up at once. Finally a doctor!
    “I’m calling to inquire if you would be interested in
replacing your boat.”
    “Replacing my boat?”
    “That’s our guy,” Jeremy said. “I recognize his voice.”
    “Are you sure?” Zack asked. “When was the last time you
heard his voice?”
    “Yes, I’m sure. I’m telling you that’s our guy.”
    “Yes, Sir, your boat,” Zack said into the receiver.
    “Sorry, I’m not interested. Bye-bye.” Stevenson hung
up. A moment later, Zack hung up, too.
    “Great job, buddy,” Jeremy said. “We’re going ahead of
schedule.”
     
    8.
    As Zack was getting ready to leave for Boston, Jeremy
came up with a fun idea: he suggested that Zack steal a car. After he had
killed its owner, of course.
    “How about taking a bus? I have the money for a
ticket,” Zack said.
    “Oh my God, you’re missing the point, man. Bus is so
boring. Don’t you want to have some fun? Don’t you want to go on an adventure?”
    “Uh, okay.”
    “Can you drive, by the way?”
    “Sure.”
    “But you don’t have a license yet, do you?”
    “Fuck the license. I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do.”
    “I’m just kidding, Zack. Rules are meant to be broken.
But before we get going, we need to buy you a hoodie and a pair of driving
gloves. They will turn out very handy pretty soon, I assure you.”
    Choosing the victim turned out easier than Zack had
thought. As he sought to minimize the resistance he was going to meet, he
decided to find a female under twenty five who was not chubby. Jeremy advised him
against picking a cute faced girl.
    “I don’t want this to become national news. It’s just
too much pain in the ass,” he explained. “So no hot blondes for you today,
buddy.”
    What was the best place to find a fairly helpless young
woman with a car? In Zack’s opinion, nothing could beat a mall parking
structure, of which there were a few within a five mile radius from Aunt
Clarisse’s house. Of course, he could try to carjack a car parked in some dark
alley, but he considered it a bit too risky.
    After selecting the location, Zack determined the time:
he decided to start the hunt around ten in the morning, when most men were at
work and thus could not come to the rescue of the poor broad that was going to
be his target. Zack asked himself if he should rape the girl, too—after all, he
was still a virgin and wouldn’t mind getting some pussy—and eventually elected
not to do it, striving to stay focused on the task at hand.
    Once Zack came to the shopping mall, he checked if
there were surveillance cameras in the parking structure. Just as he had hoped,
the mall managers were cheap enough to have left the parking areas without
video monitoring. Then Zack assumed an inconspicuous position on the first
floor of the structure, about a hundred feet from the entrance and began the
wait.