The Decks and the Road
book 1- Freeborn
The Final Chapters- Chapter 33
Eaton- I’m what you call a trip.
I’m only twenty-one, and I’ve been in the business for five years. I trip them all—men; women—young; old—rich
and poor. Sometimes I wait to see them
fall, but most times my assignments only require me to make the set up. It’s how the rich maintains their wealth, and
controls the poor. This was the first
trip I’d ever set at a funeral. I knew
it was her when I spotted her. I’d
expected to see the heart shape frames from the picture. I knew she was young, and she’d be
grieving. It should have been an easy
trip, but she was beautiful. Our eyes
met between the first and second verse of the song she was singing. I knew she was overcome when she closed her
eyes. I didn’t stay for the rest of the service. I left just a few steps behind a
woman who appeared to be in disguise. I
left a note on her car—the one from the pictures; and waited for her to
call. I got the call just hours
later. I knew it was her. I already had her number in my phone. I was compelled by her voice, but not
overcome. I knew better than to answer,
but I wasted no time picking up her message.
“Hey
Eaton, cute note. Just wondering how you
know me.” It was the craziest thing. How reason always gave way to curiosity. The moment it did, she tripped, but it could
be months or years before she fell. This
was no small attack. Whoever ran her father
off the road also wanted to keep her off the path. That was the order of things; kill the men
and derail the women. I kept my hands
clean. My only job was to provide a door—a
trusted door. When things started
spinning, I knew to get out fast. A few
times they kept me around to keep the surface layer smooth. Either way, I’m just one of many trips living
among you. Around here it’s not just a
numbers games, but it’s a name game, and a lot of money is spent to keep
certain names at the top and others totally unheard of.
I forwarded her message to my boss. I didn’t assume what to do next. The first few plays would determine how
certain the trip. They give me
everything—suggestions to make; questions to ask. That’s the thing—only the top level knows
what’s at stake. I got too close once
before, and a trip showed up. I shouldn’t
have known, but I always do. I can see
them all. Anyway, I’ve got three trips
up my sleeve. Radiance is my cap and
maybe my last. I think I’ll just go
enjoy some of the money. Then maybe I’ll
go back to school. Use some of my
gifts. I don’t know. We’ll see how the cards fall.
Freeborn, a novel
Freeborn
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