When my family insists on privacy, there is trouble brewing somewhere in their thickheadedness. I had a feeling that whatever happened after I was knocked out was only the start of some really bad stuff. The feeling grew, though - very quickly, in fact.
So quickly that I was impelled to follow them. Normally my first inclination would be to let my family do what my family did best, and I wanted to stay out of it most of the time. As long as we made money, I was happy to leave everyone else alone.
I followed them to a favorite spot in Brooklyn, a place out of the way under a bridge somewhere. I had only been there a few times before, for most activities that took place there were beyond my financial jurisdiction.
I stayed well enough away so that they wouldn't know I was there. I was too far away to hear conversations, but I was within shouting distance, which meant that I could sound an alarm if I needed to.
Butch was a little more animated than usual. I shook my head at the thought. What was he up to? What did he want to do? I so wished that I could hear what they were saying.
Then, something strange happened. A series of images flashed through my consciousness. I use that word because the images weren't a memory or a dream or a memory of a dream. Descriptions of people having visions weren't accurate as well. No, these images were more of an impression. For a brief moment my thoughts returned to what had happened during my blackout. Was this the result?
There was a black car; it was too blurry to get the make and model. Then, I saw a big man get out of the car. At first I didn't recognize him. The more I pondered over what I saw, the more the images came into focus.
"The Enforcer!" I exclaimed under my breath. I shook my head to get rid of the thought. I looked down. There was no black car, so the notorious Enforcer wasn't around either. I exhaled a sigh of relief.
The sigh was premature, though, for I saw a black car in the distance coming toward our location.