(1) November 5, 8:41 PM (MST) Boulder-Springs, Colorado

By blogspook on Nov 23, 2008 | In Chapter 01

     The tang of top-shelf bourbon wove into the floral incense of Cuban cigars as the dozen men around the teak conference table planned the starvation of New York. Over the course of a two-hour meal, the waiter's presence had become so inconspicuous that the men no longer stopped talking when he entered the room. When he lifted the last dessert plate from the tabletop, the grey-eyed man in wire-framed glasses at the head of the table studied him for a few seconds, then spoke.
      "That will be all for tonight."
      "But…" the waiter began and then stopped as the muscles in the executive's jaw tightened. He nodded, "yes, sir."
      Eyes lowered, he carried the stack of china past the two burly men who stood, arms crossed, on either side of the double doors to the boardroom. He left the plates on the stainless steel counter in the catering kitchen, then stepped into the service elevator and pressed the button for the roof. With the city of Boulder Springs, Colorado laid out below him and the light of less than a dozen stars breaking through the cold October clouds, he pushed the buttons on his cellular phone.
     "I have to tell you something," he said to the woman who answered. "But not on this phone, not on any phone."
     Ten minutes later his body hit the sidewalk twenty floors below.

(2) November 5, 9:37 PM (MST) Boulder-Springs, Colorado »