Richard visits his daughter to celebrate his eightieth birthday with her, but she answers the door in tears and sends him away. Richard suspects trouble and realizes hes right after peeking through her front windows.
Richard tapped his fingers nervously against the steering wheel as he drove. Deidre used to drive down every Thanksgiving, but that stopped after his wifes funeral four years ago. Now, there were only weekly calls.
Richard spread his arms wide as Deidre appeared in the doorway. “Surprise!” he yelled.
“Dad? What are you doing here?” she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I came to celebrate my birthday with you…its the big eight-o!” Richard replied, but the joy in his voice trailed off quickly. “Whats wrong, honey? Why are you crying?”
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“Its nothing; everythings fine,” Deidre quickly wiped her tears and smiled a little. “I just…I wasnt expecting you, and this isnt really a good time. Sorry, Dad, but I, uh, need to focus. On my work. Look, Ill call you. Well have dinner later, okay? Sorry.”
Deidre shut the door, leaving Richard hurt and confused. Something was terribly wrong. Was Deidre in trouble?
Richard stepped back from the front door but didnt leave. He stepped over the short, flowering shrubs lining the path and snuck up to peek through the windows.
Two rough-looking men were in the sitting room with Deidre.
“Who was that?” One of them asked in a rough voice.
“Nobody,” Deidre lied in a shaky voice. “Just a neighbors kid…pulling a doorbell prank and running away.”
“Back to business then,” the second man said. “Youre now six months behind on your loan repayments, Deidre. Mr. Marcos getting impatient.”
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“I just need more time. Business is sure to pick up again in the winter,” she pleaded.
“Time is one thing you havent got, sweetie,” the man replied, pulling out his gun. “People who owe Mr. Marco money dont have a great life expectancy and end up feeding the fishes in the lake…” He pointed the weapon at her.
Terror froze Richard in place. But soon, the man stepped back with a look of disgust and tucked the gun away in the waistband of his trousers.
“Look around this dump and see if theres anything valuable we can take to Mr. Marco, Danny,” he ordered. “Shes a businesswoman, so there must be a computer or some kind of equipment around here.”
But I need those things!” she cried. “I cant make money without my equipment!”
The man patted the butt of his gun. Boo-Hoo. I can still change my mind, you know. Dont be ungrateful, now.”
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The men ransacked her home before they stormed out, leaving Deidre curled up sobbing on the floor.
Nothing made sense to Richard because Deidres business was doing well. At least thats what she had told him. But now, Richard could sense something was amiss. Deidre needed his help.
The men loaded several appliances from Deidres home in their vehicle.
When they finally drove away, Richard followed them.
The men stopped at a two-storeyed brick building downtown that looked like a bar. While it was closed, the door was unlocked. No one on the staff stopped Richard as he entered the building.
The men had joined a large table where several other rough-looking men were seated. One of them stood and swaggered toward him.
“The clubs closed,” he growled. “Come back later.”
“Im here to discuss Deidres debt,” Richard announced.
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“Oh?” The man seated at the head of the table rose and stared at Richard. He looked like a gentleman except for a nasty scar above his left eye. Richard guessed he was Mr. Marco.
How much does she owe you?” Richard asked.
Mr. Marco smirked. “A good samaritan, huh? Deidre took out a business loan of $80,000 from me. She was supposed to pay me back from her monthly profits, only she never made any.”
I have around $20,000 in my savings,” Richard gulped fearfully, shaken Deidre had borrowed such a big sum.
Thats only a quarter of what she owes us.” Mr. Marco sighed. “But theres something you can do to make up the difference.”
Richard didnt like the sound of that, but he had to do whatever it took to save his daughter from the mess shed gotten herself into.
What do you want me to do?” he asked.
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Mr. Marco grinned at Richard and beckoned him closer to the table.
My partner and I recently started a small business importing cars to Canada, but some of the paperwork has been delayed, so were having difficulties getting the…merchandise…across the border. A kind, innocent-looking Grandpa like you should have no trouble crossing the border in one of our cars.”
Richard had no choice but to agree. Later that night, he pulled into a gas station near the border town to use the bathroom and parked beside a patrol.
“Jesus!” he gasped as the German Shepherd in the back of the police cruiser began barking at him and pawing at the window.
Service dogs were trained not to bark at random people unless…Oh, man.
He quickly climbed back in the car, a Valiant, and started reversing as the police dog went crazy.
Two cops hurried out of the gas station store and yelled at him to stop as they glanced at him. The GPS app voiced directions, but Richard shoved it in his pocket to silence the darn thing.
He pushed the Valiant to its limits as he wove through traffic, leaving a trail of outraged drivers and narrowly avoided collisions in his wake. The sirens blared behind him.
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Richard soon spotted a narrow, unmarked dirt road veering into the forest ahead. He sharply turned, leaving the road behind him as he raced into the forest. The muddy trails were awful to navigate, but Richard pushed on.
He turned down a narrow track leading downhill. Then, he turned up a slight rise and instantly regretted it.
The car was now stuck in a precarious position, balanced on a narrow rise above a wide river. Richard tried to reverse back the way he came, but the tires spun without getting traction.
In fact, the car was sliding closer to the water.
“No!” Richard desperately pulled up the parking brake, but it didnt work.
The cars nose hit the river with a loud splash, sending a wave of dark water flooding over the bonnet. Richard shoved the car door open, desperate to escape the sinking vehicle.
The pressure from the water started to push the car door shut against Richards legs. Richard splashed around in panic as the river filled the interior.
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As the water level crept up his face, he tipped his head back, took one last breath, and pulled himself underwater.
Richard squeezed himself out of the opening and pushed himself up toward the surface. He took in a lungful of air and swam toward the river bank.
Reaching land made Richard realize how close he was to death. He was thankfully breathing. But he still needed to do something about the $80,000. So Richard hitchhiked home.
I need to mortgage my house,” he told the bank assistant. And I need the cash in my bank account fast.”
Richard waited impatiently as the bank employee processed the paperwork. He jumped in fright when Deidre called him.
“Some thugs from a local gang were just here asking about you, Dad…what is happening?”
