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me to let her know she should talk to you?”
    “No, let her think about it for
now.”
    Joe came out of his back office looking
from table to table until his eyes rested on theirs. His brow
furrowed and his eyes narrowed. The man was in his forties yet
still in appeared to be excellent shape.
    Karma glanced at him then
said,
    “Duty calls.”
    She and Tony left. Joe liked to be
greeted by his staff a the beginning of the night. Harry knew he
really only wanted to look over his merchandise. He was critical of
everyone, questioning their appearance, pointing out the tiniest
flaw. He shot a glance at Harry after talking to Karma and Tony.
Harry nodded and smiled. It irked the shit out of Joe.
    Harry knew what was coming next. Joe
gestured to his two bouncers and they gathered around him. After a
brief discussion with their boss they approached Harry from two
sides.
    “You’re out of here pal,” said
one.
    He grabbed for Harry and got a whiskey
glass in the face. The open end fit over his nose as Harry slapped
it home with his palm. He wouldn’t be able to see for awhile. The
other tried to use momentum as a he rushed in but received a broken
nose for his trouble compliments of Harry’s elbow.
    Harry moved through the bar as a bar
tender neared with a baseball bat. Harry picked up a chair and
using the feet pushed the man over a table. Harry left and on his
way out passed Joe Sharky.
    “See you soon Joe.”
    He wanted to speak to Shelley but never
gave her a glance. Harry believed she was the one with information
but he put the emphasis on Joe. If he didn’t Shelley might wind up
dead.

Chapter 7
     
    The drive home was not a straight one.
Harry took detours down side roads and searched for a tail. There
wasn’t one but he took precautions in any case. They probably knew
where he lived but not when he’d be there or where he would
sleep.
    When he returned home he heated some
leftovers Sandy had made the day before. He ate as he tried to
assimilate any information he may have picked up tonight. He went
over everything in his mind in triplicate. Shelley was the only one
who stood out. She had to be the clue.
    Harry was tired after a long day’s
activity so hit the sack. He took blankets and a pillow to the shed
out back. If someone entered the house gunning for him he’d hear it
from there.
    Good plan but it didn’t
work.
    He was awakened when a canister
exploded and gas filled the shed. He had no choice but to race for
the entrance. He made it out the door but the blunt end of
something hit him in the back of the skull.
    Harry woke, his hands and feet tied, a
rope around his waist. He only peeked out of one eye not wanting to
give away the fact he was awake. It was dark and a half moon hung
in the sky above the tree line.
    He thought at first that he was in the
back of a pickup truck then heard a sound like a paddle moving
through water. He was in a boat nestled into the bow. Two men at
the stern rowed the boat as it gently bobbed up and down in the
mellow water.
    He gazed over the side and saw the
night lights of buildings along shore and the traffic lights at the
corner of Highway 10 and Broadway. He was in the Orangeville
Reservoir moving away from the north shore. His eyes followed the
rope around his waist along the bottom of the boat to a large metal
weight, the kind used to verify the accuracy of a weigh scale. He
was beginning to get the drift, literally.
    He was destined to spend eternity at
the bottom of the reservoir.
    What had he missed? They were on him as
though they’d followed but he knew that was not the case. If they’d
put a bug on his car it would have taken a while to get in position
and find out where he was. Only one option remained: they were
there all the time watching his house. Joe Sharky had arranged this
before he set foot in his bar.
    The boat stopped and a man moved
forward and slapped him in the face.
    “Wakey, Wakey, Harry.”
    It was his old buddy, Tony.
    Harry didn’t move or