The Plan

J. R. Bouchard

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Jason McDowell sits against the door of his ten by ten two man cell peering out the window, awaiting his release time from prison. While in hopes to return to a normal life, he finds himself right back to the life he lived in which lead him to face ten years in prison for a crime that was to be an easy and profiting job for his boss and himself. However, his curiosity gets the better of him as he returns to Pinellas County from Jacksonville to find his old boss knows what he was told on why Jason did not spend the rest of his life behind bars.
Jason now has to rekindle his relationship with his boss in order to figure out who created the set-up which leads him to spend his golden years behind bars. While trying to find his rat he encounters more friendships with new types of citizens that appear to be true friends. Will Jason find out who pulled the rug out from under him without losing his life or will he get his revenge on the rat?

Sujets

• Fiction
• Suspense
• The Plan
• Thrillers

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 18 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665573559
• Langue: English

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The Plan
 
 
 
 
 
J. R. Bouchard
 
 
 

 
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 10/12/2022
 
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Contents
Chapter 1: What Came To Pass
Chapter 2: A bump in the road
Chapter 3: The long drive home
Chapter 4: ScapeGoat
Chapter 5: Holla, Mr. McDowell
Chapter 6: Unwelcome Home
Chapter 7: Taking it all
Chapter 8: Taking Over the Lead
Chapter 9: Setting up the Dominos
Chapter 10: There You Go Pal
Chapter 11: Detective Marquice Marshall
Chapter 12: I know Why
Chapter 13: Why do you want me on this, Ernesto?
Chapter 14: Someone between the lines
Chapter 15: My Newcomers
Chapter 16: A Rude Awakening
Chapter 17: I don’t want to have to do this
Chapter 18: You Have Some Guts
Chapter 19: Out of time
Chapter 20: A Tragic Loss
Chapter 21: In the Heat of the Day
Chapter 22: Influential Control
Chapter 23: Pure Evil
Chapter 1: What Came To Pass
Hurricane storm clouds ripped through the mid-night breeze, streaming in from the Gulf of Mexico, covering the morning sky, like a heavy blanket. Lightning scattered throughout the overcast. Seconds later, thunder boomed in the distance. This indicated the storm was only a few miles away from reaching the city. The citizens of Jacksonville knew they were in for a disastrous storm. It had been several months since a single raindrop had fallen. The storm appeared without notice. The city was unprepared.
As the storm covered the prison estate, a fury of lightning bolts connected with the generator, temporarily shutting down the power. It took around five minutes before the backup generator kicked in. The inmates began to yell and scream like a bunch of wild gorillas, behind their domesticated cages. However, one prisoner kept silent while packing his belongings into his pillowcase.
After serving ten years in the state penitentiary for a job he was supposed walk away from. It was finally time to say goodbye to his cold, dark, damp prison cell. The day of his prison release was April 15, 2010. He had spent his last ten birthdays behind bars.
On this day, he was going to be a free man once again. However, the weather was not on his side. The sun usually shined, while flocks of birds chirp in the sunlight. That was normal weather for this time of year in Florida. This year was different. This year’s forecasts was stranger than normal.
The overcast of clouds had covered all of the recreation yards, fields, and the basketball courts. “Are we going to see any sign of sunshine today?” asked the Warden to his moral advisor. “I have no idea sir,” his advisor replied looking down at his blackberry torch, mobile phone, “The weather did not indicate any bad forecasting. Your prisoners were to take advantage of the recreation yards today. Guess we have to change plans, right?”
The Warden looked to his advisor than chuckled, “Like I give a hoot about these convicts. Keep them locked down for the whole day, for all I care. Tell them it was an attempted escape. I do not care tell them something, so they will not start rioting. They will never know the difference.” Both the Warden, and his advisor laughed, as the Warden turned to his office window, smiling and laughing while holding a cigar between his fingers. He gazed at the clouds rolling in at a rapid speed. Both of the men could care less about what happened to the prisoners. If an atomic bomb were to explode, they would only care about themselves.
The prisoners were of minimal concern. however, this day was special to one prisoner. He was itching to be set free after serving his sentence. He did not own them another second of his time. He was ready to leave the gray painted walls of his cell that sheltered him for the past ten years. Five am was to be his release time.
It was right after the morning chow, but due to the supposed ‘attempted escape’, his release time was pushed back three hours.
The small window in the back to the cell, showed a large cluster of clouds casting over the basketball court that the prisoners could see. After a few moments, rain began to fall, and fast.
While small puddles began to form on the concrete. “Damn, I was hoping this day was going to be sunny when I walk out these doors,” he said stuffing the last of his belongings into a pillow case, “Gart, get down off the top bunk if you want the bottom one. You never know what kind of person they will put in here next. You may need this bunk,” he said waiting by the cell door, hoping they would slide open as he stared out.
However, the door remained closed. “You never told me what you were in for,” said the old redneck, hunched over his pillow, waiting for an answer.
“I never told anyone. There would have been a target on my back if I did,” he said picking up a pillowcase filled with all the letters, and paperwork he gathered throughout the years, “Guess I could tell you.”
“It was almost ten years ago on this day. Thirteen days till my eighteenth birthday. They tried me as an adult,” he began. “The house was dark. I could make out some pitcures. It was a families house. Which was not places we hit. No matter the reason. Too high risk.
The instructions I was given outlined everything. The safe was on the second floor, in the master bedroom. All I had to do was enter a room, and then look for the large mirror.”
“Behind the mirror was a safe. About five feet tall, and three feet wide. The combination was simple. The first three numbers to the house, the first two numbers to the section of the neighborhood, and the last number was the age of the infant son of the owner. The only hard part was figuring that out.”
“There were no pictures of the son, but there were tons of pictures of the different adults. Therefore, it was difficult to determine the age of the child. So I tried to try and decipher the code without knowing the age of the boy” he continued as he peered out of the cell door window into the day room.
“I turned the dial completely around to the left, then seventy notches right. Then came the most difficult part of his task, guessing the exact age of the owner’s son. Right as I began to turn the dial, I notice out of the corner of my eye. A dark figure in the shadows entering the master bedroom. I had no time to react. I stood with my back against the wall, as the figure turned on the light.
There I was, standing face to face with a large Hawaiian man. He stared into my eyes, as if I was a bug on the wall. As he began to turn to shut the door, I quickly grabbed a hold of his shoulders and kneed him in the spinal column of his back, bringing him to his knees. Then held, his mouth shut until the breath of his lungs escaped from his throat. I had knocked him out without killing him. So I drug his lifeless body into the walk-in closet, covering him with a few thick wool blankets.
As I turned from the body, I quickly caught a glimpse of a picture. It was of a youngboy, around five years old, playing with a small puppy. It had to be the owner’s child. Therefore, I ran to the safe and entered my last set of numbers, which was zero five. Then pulled the lever to the door as it slowly released its clasp, and the door opened. Inside was a large sum of cash, a few passports, and military issued firearms. The problem was the diamond I came to collect was not inside the safe. When I grabbed the handle of a nine-millimeter handgun that was on the second shelf, I found a secret compartment”
“The compartment door was attached to the handle of the pistol. So, as I pulled the handle closer the trap door slid open.”
“My eyes grew large at the site of the large diamond that shined off the inside light of the safe. I had never seen a sight in all my heists. This was the cream of the crop. I was to retire before twenty-one. So I thought.”
“Without any hesitation, I grabbed the diamond and the nine-millimeter pistol, and some cash than rushed out the bedroom into a small hallway. To my left were a few more rooms, and to my right was a banister that looked down onto the living room. I could see a small group of people both male, and female getting ready for a small get together.”
“As I knelt down the steps scaling the stairs wall covering my existence, I noticed the banister swept left heading toward a large double door. There were casualties waiting below. I needed a way out without any trouble, so I walked back up the stairs and down the hallway.”
“After walking down the short hall I was set on a split from the second floor to the first floor by way of an air passage structure. It was a risky maneuver but I had nothing else to lose, besides exposing my presence. I quickly hopped on top of the banister placing my left leg against the wall, followed by my right.”
“Lowering my bo