Transaction Complete


Rosemary pulled into the local tavern where she’d been stopping by on her way home from the coffee shop where she worked. She noticed Barth’s truck in the car park, maybe he had something for her. She sat at the bar and ordered a drink and it wasn’t long before Barth came over and slid onto the barstool beside of her.

“Hello little lady,” he smiled raking his eyes over her.

“Hey Barth, what you doing here?”

“I know where your boy is…” he took a long drink from his beer bottle.

“Where?” she turned wiping her mouth.

“Ah now, you gotta pay up first.”

“Fuck that, where is he?”

“We had a deal little lady and I carried out my end of it, I expect you to keep your end of the bargain.”

Rosemary gritted her teeth and closed her eyes turning back to her drink, “When?”

“I’ll let you finish that drink and then we’ll go to your place and compete our transaction.”

“I don’t take guys to my place…”

“You wanna do it in the parking lot…I got a truck bed…”

“Fuck you.” She took a drink.

“That’s what I got in mind,” he grinned and turned up his bottle.

A little over an hour later she came out of her bathroom having taken a bath and wrapped up in her robe. He was still there…she walked over and lit a cigarette. “You got what you came for now clear out.”

He looked at her a moment narrowing his eyes, “something about this child abduction thing stinks, Rosemary. This is where you live right? How come there ain’t no evidence of a child here?”

She took a draw off her cigarette, “I just moved here all our things are in a storage facility.

“You’re lying I checked, there’s not even the odd kids sock in your wardrobe…what are you trying to pull off ?”

“Nothing, he’s my kid and I want him back. That’s all you need to know…so clear out.”

Barth slid of the bed and pulled his boots on, “You get into any kind of trouble over this and bring my name into it I’ll know and you’ll spend the rest of your life being sorry…ya got that kid?”

“Get out.” Rosemary slammed the door and locked it. She had what she wanted from him. Tomorrow…tomorrow she’d go get Nic…tomorrow.