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 Category:  Mystery and Crime Fiction
  Posted: October 6, 2020      Views: 43
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Chapter 3 of the book Second Chance
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"Chapter 3 - Second Chance" by Brett Matthew West



END OF CHAPTER TWO:


"Waste him?" Morgan asked in shock of the prospect. "I don't even know Chance, except these two meetings we've had planning this heist."

"Then, it's no loss. He'll just be one less panhandler on the streets. He won't even be missed," Andrews commented with a sly smirk.

Morgan thought a moment then agreed, "That makes him expendable."

"Now you're talking sense and he's nothing more than a dead man walking," Stackhouse replied.

"Hey, Big Man, you made a rhyme," Andrews laughed. He raised a toast and said, "Look at it this way, Blake. You're doing your civic duty by helping clean up some of the riff-raff from our fair city."

"Always did like a good double-cross," Morgan beamed.

"Not another word about what you're gonna do. Here comes our long lost stooly," Stackhouse informed his partners.


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CHAPTER 3:


Unpredictable down to the last gesture, and with his mind full of pulsated thoughts, Chance proceeded at a methodical pace. His acute eyes observed events that happened around him. He spotted a server with her bus tub at the ready on a chair pulled back from a table.

Full of as much gravity as he could muster, Chance teased her, "You be sure and wipe that table clean, Augustina, you hear?"

She popped him on the arm with her wet rag and said, "Always do. It's one of them crucial factors in this business. What no good are you up to now?"

Chance laughed. He liked Augustina Morrisette's hair styled in a frontal pouf, then twisted into a chic bun on top of her head. The formal look exposed her long neck and presented her appearance the way he imagined a showroom girl should look. His own appearance could be melancholy. Chance wondered why a high-browed woman like Augustina had not yet been discovered in Tootsie's golden land of opportunity. Many others had been. Was she too fatalistic for fortune to smile on?

Chance approached life with a resigned temper. He said, "You know me too well, girlfriend. Ain't hard for me to find some trouble to get into. Reckon it's like a bad shadow. Follows me everywhere."

With prairie dog-colored hair stuck somewhere between yellow and brown, and a subtle walrus moustache that added years to his otherwise dapper appearance, talent agent Dawson Billingsly held a smart phone to his ear when Chance neared his booth. His latest client's showcase was about to commence. A sizable crowd had gathered to witness the event.

Billingsly nursed his third bushwacker, the distant cousin of a creamy chocolate pina colada. Spun in a blender, the vodka and rum concoction was topped with fresh nutmeg. Chance knew Tootsie's was a popular playground for many of Country music's biggest dignitaries, but theirs was a much different universe than the realm he dwelt in.

From the center of the hardwood stage, Micah Larson, emcee extraordinaire, grabbed the microphone.
His overworked raspy voice introduced the wannabes, "Ladies and gentlemen. Tootsie's Orchid Lounge is proud to present this afternoon's showcase featuring the newly formed band Common Dirt."

A polite round of encouraging applause erupted from the onlookers as the music began.

His own affairs to attend, Chance skedaddled on his way. He fist bumped Billingsly, a patron he'd encountered once or twice before and joked, "Awesome Dawson, you're so cheap you think a coffin for a funeral is a waste of time and moolah."

There were always plenty of simultaneous occurrences in the packed Tootsie's Orchid Lounge. When patrons drank shoulder to shoulder how could there not be? Chance knew most of them patronized the world famous bar from all corners of the globe just to say they slammed them back at Tootsie's and snapped a memento picture. Later, they would return to wherever they hailed from when their Nashville vacations ended and show off to their friends. Nothing but Facebook fodder and selfie sticks.

Home for Chance had been the Congregation Reform Academy on Old Hickory Boulevard. He spent his youth as a foster system failure and flunked out of the quagmire when he turned eighteen. Chance never complained. He decided if society performed in certain ways there must be good reasons for them.

Negotiating a clearing in the sea of humanity, Chance spotted his cohorts seated around a table like shoats in hot pursuit of a rattler. A weight far beyond anything he ever felt before descended upon him. He found himself in one of the worst quandaries of his twenty-four year existence and fought a mental tug-of-war. Complications were sure to abound.

Chance squared his shoulders and told himself, "If you slow down for snakes you might as well belly crawl."

(TO BE CONTINUED:)


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CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Chance Macallister - Homeless street urchin. Mastermind behind a bank robbery. Becomes assassination target of his co-conspirators

Augustina Morrisette - Tootsie's Orchid Lounge server

Dawson Billingsly - Talent agent. Hosts showcase at Tootsie's Orchid Lounge for the new band Common Dirt

Micah Larson - Raspy-voiced emcee

Ethan Stackhouse - Leader of bank robbers

Dylan Andrews and Blake Morgan - Chance Macallister's co-conspirators in bank robbery

Common Dirt - Country music wannabees



The book continues with Chapter 4: Second Chance. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

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So, thanks MKFlood, for the use of your picture. It goes so nicely with my story.
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