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lower
level.”
    “You sure you can make it?”
    “I’m fine.” Bradley headed back to the
staircase and went down another floor while Timothy followed
him.
    Bradley approached his limo and tapped on the
driver’s side window.
    The window rolled down. The driver looked like
he’d been sleeping. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know you were ready
to go.”
    “Never mind that. Just pop the truck and wait
for me.”
    “Yes, sir.” The driver leaned over and pressed
a button that opened the trunk.
    Bradley and Timothy went to the trunk of the
car. Bradley pulled back a blanket and then opened a briefcase.
Inside were stacks of brand new hundred dollar bills.
    “You kept all this money here like
this?”
    “It was in the safe upstairs until this
afternoon. I was supposed to try to pay off Mrs. Carson tonight,
but now that you and I are friends, I’d appreciate it if you could
smooth things over with Mrs. Carson, so I don’t have to deal with
her.”
    Timothy said, “I can see this being the start
of a very happy friendship.”
    Bradley closed the briefcase, then handed it to
Timothy. There was no turning back now. He waited for FBI agents to
pop out from the shadows, but no one did. He felt relieved when he
closed the trunk. They sealed the deal.
    Timothy said, “Not to sound ungrateful, but I
hope I got more than McCoy, I am much more significant.”
    “McCoy was only a one-time payment. For you and
me, I see a prosperous future.”
    Timothy flashed his perfect smile once again,
then headed up the stairs.
    Bradley got in the back of his limo and
exhaled. Not only was he not in jail, but now he had Congressman
Scott in his pocket. Things were looking up. He told his driver,
“Give me five minutes to have a drink and then we’ll
go.”
    “As you wish, sir.”
    Bradley poured a double shot of scotch on the
rocks and sipped it slowly. The alcohol numbed his overworked
nerves. He could feel his pulse decreasing as relaxation set in. He
planned on going on a nice long vacation after the whole mess was
over.
    When the drink was finished, Bradley said,
“Okay, let’s call it a night.”
    The driver started the car and headed up the
ramp.
    The parking attendant waved at the driver as
they drove up to the second ramp that led to the street above.
Bradley took out his phone and texted his hot Russian mistress that
he was on his way. He couldn’t wait to see her long sexy legs and
natural big tits.
    Outside, the sun was gone, replaced by
streetlights. It was rush hour. People on the sidewalks were
bustling to get to their cars, buses, and trains. Light snow
flurries landed on the windshield as the driver waited for
pedestrians to pass on the sidewalk.
    When it was clear, the driver pulled out onto
the street. As he made his way toward the intersection, three black
Chevy Suburbans with tinted windows screeched to a stop, blocking
Bradley’s limo in.
    FBI agents with their guns drawn jumped out of
the trucks and told Bradley to get out of the limo with his hands
above his head.

CHAPTER 31
     
    While taking off his clothes and jewelry and
placing them into a plastic bin, Bradley continued hoping that this
was a dream that he’d be waking up from very soon.
    A gargantuan guard placed a lid onto the bin
and pointed at a single file line of naked men. “Wait
there.”
    Bradley covered his shrunken penis and waddled
over to the line of naked men, most of them black, but much younger
than Bradley. He just hoped they didn’t notice his fresh
manicure.
    Over an hour passed before it was Bradley’s
turn to shower with three other men. The water was ice cold. He
tried to get in and out quick, but the guard was yelling for
everyone to scrub up good.
    After his shower, another guard gave Bradley a
pair of green scrubs—pants and a top. Bradley put them on and
didn’t feel much more clothed than he did just a moment
earlier.
    The guard pointed at another line of men, this
time wearing the same green scrubs. “Wait there ‘til