Bill Townsend

Chapter 8 Sam got her the five thousand, from where she didn't know or care. He had his ways… Of one thing Bea was certain-it wasn't his own money. Even in this day of so called full disclosure, there were always loose funds floating around in a political campaign, and Sam had access to them. That's why Bea had gone to him. She phoned the blackmailer, Ronnie Wilson, and set up an appointment. He had stayed home from work that day, pleading illness, and he demanded that she come to his apartment. She had reservations about that, but what could she do? She took a taxi to the cheap apartment house on the edge of the downtown district. Ronnie opened his door promptly when she knocked. He was all smiles as she entered the apartment. "Here!" she said bitterly, taking a sheaf of bills from her purse with a rubber band around them. She threw them at the smirking fellow. He counted them, stuck them into his pocket, and said, "It's nice doing business with you, Mrs. Townsend." "Prick!" she replied, and turned to leave. "Hey, what's your hurry?" Ronnie asked as he moved quickly past her and stood in front of the door. "What are you trying to pull?" she demanded. "I paid you off." "Sure, and I appreciate it ...»