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The Three Day Pass
Chapter 12

By: JoyStick

 

The white BMW passed over the Washington Bridge and headed toward Paterson. About 15 minutes from Fazzi’s place, Joseph pulled off the road and called him to let him know he was coming. From the excitement in Fazzi’s voice, the soldier could tell that Kassie must have informed him that he might be stopping to pick up his laundry.

 

“Yes Yussef, we have been waiting to hear what news you have for us,” he said.

 

“We? Who is we?” asked the surprised Joseph.

 

“My friends, the investors, that I told you about,” Fazzi said. “It would be nice if you could come and meet them. I’m sure they would like to meet you.”

 

“I most certainly would like to meet them. As a matter of fact, I was calling to ask if I could meet with you tonight,” Joseph said. “I just left the Worthington’s house and I have great news for you. I was looking forward to telling you what happened, and as long as I had to make a stop at your place I thought I would tell you in person rather than on the phone.”

 

In a very low voice Fazzi asked, “You have to make a stop here or do you want to make a stop? You do know that Kassie and Mary are away until tomorrow evening!”

 

“Yes I know that. I do have laundry to pick up and, well, it is getting late and the base is a few hours away,” Joseph stammered into the cell. “I just thought you would want my report and that I could catch a few hours of sleep before I had to return to class.”

 

“You are most welcome to come here. Come right up to the main house. You can meet with my friends and make a short report to them. I’m sure they will be pleased to meet and hear from you,” the Arab said. “I have been bragging about my future son-in-law to them for weeks. Hurry, because the meeting is almost over. After they leave you can give me a more detailed report of your weekend.”

 

“Yes, I should be there in a few minutes. Hold them there, as what I have to tell them will make it worth their while to wait,” Joseph said. And in his most seductive voice whispered, “’Habibi’, it will be good to see you again. I have missed you.”

 

“We will be waiting,” Fazzi smiled, and put down the phone and returned to the meeting. “Gentlemen we have a treat coming,” he told the six men assembled in his library. “My future son-in-law, he wants to talk to us about investing some of our money with one of the best firms on Wall Street. I reported to you last week about him and his connection with Richard Worthington. Well, it looks like he might have some news for us.”

 

“We thought you were kidding us,” one of the men said. “Is this the one you