Have to be really quiet

I'm sneaking. Mariana doesn't want me giving away anything. She's very controlling, but beautiful. Wow, is she beautiful. She's a Rita Hayworth look alike, and she makes me drool. But enough about that.

She and I went out into the burbs and I saw the kids for a few minutes today. Had to check on them just in case I can't for a while. I don't want anything to happen to them. These people are crazy, including Mariana. Funny how she probably wasn't, but after hiding out for six months from the goons that are after her, it isn't so surprising I guess.

Anyway, the story as I know it goes like this. She was investigating the Pinelli's, she got too close to something, even she doesn't know what it is, and they sent Smith after her. He was deep cover, but she thinks if they wouldn't have been hot for each other he might have actually offed her anyway. Who knows about these deep cover guys, what they have to sacrifice for our country. So instead of taking her out, he hid her, CIA style. Whatever that means, she won't tell me. The Pinelli's gave him one more chance to kill her, the day he threw the briefcase at me, and when they discovered that he didn't kill her they shot him instead. Mariana is pretty sure they know about me as well, so the two of us are basically living on borrowed time.

Viv didn't understand why I have to go. She was crying when she saw me, I guess my hair is longer and I smell or something. First she gave me crap about scaring the kids, then she told me that she was worried about me. It looked like she was going to hug me...and who knows how I would have felt at that point, when the loser showed up and glared at me with his fat belly and paisley tie. Strange moment.

The kids are good. I think they miss me, but I'm not sure. Who knows with kids.

Mariana hid out at the library, trying to figure out the so called encryption on a CD she has. She thinks if she can get into it, it might have enough evidence to get the Pinelli's off our backs, by taking to the the authorities. I'm not so sure, but maybe. I probably will end up in jail if we get out of this because I have missed my last few anger therapy sessions. Too dangerous to go anywhere normal.

Ok, gotta go. Thanks again to all of you.

One thirty

redfordlewis

A Woman in Red, how cliche'

Or is she trying to get into my head.

From her email:
Your little friends should be able to help you with this. They think they are very clever.
Then this garbage:

F N V T E
J Q H E S
Z G M S D
C V X U L
D J I U M
D G T H L
P S W D R
R V H S Y
N M G F A
D Q L Z J
H W B U Z
U I I Q I
X Z C W W
N W S C N
M L Q L S
Y T V L B
S F X J J
W E W R Q
T Z C Z B
M W T I H
B C W U C
C N D N R
I I X I X
J S Z Z H
C A Q Z A
L F P T S
G O W I U
L U R C W
C K W J E
P M Y O A
X Z Q A W
B O G P C
X V M M P
P W I F L
G X W J U
O A G E W
E N U B B
X H E S H
U B N T Q
T X Q Z Z
L M I P W
T H R H V
G H Y S J
S N M J W
N J C Z C

With just this afterwords: Remember Smith, he loved Jimmy Durante.
I don't know what any of it means. I would post it elsewhere, but I am only going to have an hour on the library computer, and I look suspicious enough right now...beard unkempt, crazy eyes. Yeah, I look homeless...well, I AM homeless right now. Too afraid to go back home, don't want Randy and Todd to get hurt because of me. I don't know if they know who I am yet, but I am pretty sure I am being followed. Could be this WIR, or it could be the bad guys.

I've been to all the websites, I don't know what it all means.
WIR thinks I'm cute, I guess that's a plus.

Called Viv from a pay phone. The kids are good, going to their new school. She says Gabe really misses me, but Dill is pretty quiet right now. I told her to be careful with that money. I just don't trust it....if the Pinellis found Smith, it could have been through the money...I guess. I'm not cut out for spy stories.

Things are getting even more weird.

I saw the kids yesterday, yeah...SAW them, didn't hug them, or say hello. Just watched from across the street, in a darkened alley just like all the other darkened alleys I have been inhabiting lately. I didn't want to risk it.

Viv and Ted have everything packed up, ready to move to the great, uncultured atomic pit called Livermore. What can I do about it, things are so strange right now. You know, sort of like a bad Bruce Willis movie, divorced Dad gets into trouble he doesn't think he can handle, and then takes on the bad guys...the odds are 8 million to 1 but Brucie takes them all on and wins. Yeah, well, where's Bruce when you really need him? Off with thin models on Tahiti drinking Mai Tai's or whatever overpaid, aging actors drink with women half their age.

So, here's the thing. I was going to bail on this here blog...but the court appointed therapist...HAD to go...if I ever get out of this alive, I need to see my kids....anyway, she thinks I'm getting better, because I didn't glare at her with hatred as a substitution for my unfaithful wife. I didn't dare tell her that I saw a guy shot and he threw me the magical mystery briefcase at me. So, just in case she checks that I am here...God help me, I'll end up in Highland if she does...I am blogging away.

Speaking of the MMB, there's a few things that worry me. The most obvious, is who do I trust???? I know that there are people out there helping, but WHO are they, and HOW did they find me. Paranoia was never part of Bruce's script...but it should be.

The other...this Smith guy...he was deadly. How did HE get killed? And why? And what was he doing in SF?

There's things missing. I need to find out more about Smith and his movements. I need to find out WHAT he was doing here, and how Mario and Tonio found him. I need a drink.

Just call me Bruce.

Gotta get outta Dodge

So, basically I gotta find a more secure place to dwell, public blogging about sinister plots is not the wisest thing to do. Also have to lay low, like I been talking about. My first priority is taking care of my kids.

I gave Viv 3,000 of the Euro in advance of a couple of years of my child support...well, bicycle messengers really don't make much money you know. Told her I was into some bad stuff and didn't know when I'd be around. Of course, she and Ted shook their heads, and Viv gave me an I told you so look...remember how I said I hate my ex-wife? Well, there you go. It's not as if this is my fault, I mean I didn't look for a guy to die in front of me and thrust his sordid life at me in the form of a briefcase, now did I? I begged her to hide the money, not to cash it until she heard from me, and she didn't understand...didn't TRY to understand, but she promised.

So, here' s what I am going to do. First, I don't have the skills to figure this out on my own. I need help, and I have some, which is good. Second, I have to find a better option for a secure spot on the web. Not that there is any...especially with the Patriot Act and all that...but I am not going to be able to be in physical contact with any of the people that are helping me. Other than New, gotta find him. I have his last address, but that's about it. I think he can help me with some other stuff, like running down the numbers on the passports. I think if I can find out if they were really issued by the countries or not that'd help. Third, only going to access the internet from public places, like SF library, although I won't be able to do that all the time either, so I'm planning on doing this only about once a week. That way I hope I can avoid some of the pressure.

Jumping at shadows all the time. Yesterday, there was a black car parked out in front of Viv and Ted's all day, but when I checked it out, it was a little old guy who fell asleep in his warm car. Do sinister murderers still hang out in black Buicks or is that too cliche'?

Gabe and Dill aren't happy. Gave them big hugs, and told them I'd see them as soon as I could. I'm not even quitting my job, just going to fade away.

A day that is important to me will lead you to the next step. And don't let the groups of Yahoos get you down.

Redford

Briefcase OPENED...THANKS! Scanned what I could

Coded paper





Letter, Text says:


Smith,


The time is now. They don't know what's going on. Make it look like an accident. The terms are OK, 10,000 E now, 50k when the job is finished.


Whoda thunk it. The mob and the government goon.


BTW, don't even try to stab us in the back we know everything about you.


Mario





Crumpled up letter, I don't know if you guys can see it or not. Looks like Arabic of some sort.

Hans Christian Anderson Book...edited by a guy named Jack Zipes

10,525 Euros

Rectangular plastic thing. Might be a Key card?

Also found two guns, but I'm not scanning those. Also several passports with a picture of the same guy. Tried to scan the picture but it just looks too bad to upload. Passports are from Spain, Britain, US, France, and Italy.

Ok, that's it. I'm going to go see the kids tomorrow, and I'll check back then. Then I should probably lay low if I can. I really do have a bad feeling about this.

Gabe called tonight. Couldn't tell him that I might have to pull a disappearing act...might prove Viv right, might have to be a deadbeat dad for a while. I'm afraid to change over the Euros...they might be marked or something...guys named Tonio and Mario, Arabic stuff. Doesn't smell good. Gotta get ahold of New also. He knows stuff about codes, not sure what to do about the coded letter, and my head is spinning too fast to figure it out. If I drank, I'd be finding Jose right about now, but that stuff won't help.

Thanks to all of you that are trying to help. I appreciate it.

More on the briefcase

In the briefcase, I found this typed on a plain piece of paper.

What answer shall be given to the envoys of that nation? "The LORD has established Zion, and in her his afflicted people will find refuge."

Otherwise it is a normal briefcase with a combination lock. I don't know what to do. I could take it to Leroy, the locksmith next to my work, but something tells me to keep this a secret...for now.



.

Somebody please help me!

Yesterday, the sun shone through wispy clouds as it always does on those days you want to forget. A cold day, yet the sun pretends to warm you as your breath clouds your senses. I was out and about minding my own business when I saw the man get shot. Hit first in the arm, he spun around in front of me like a merry go round, his eyes staring into mine. I wanted to ignore him, Hell I didn't need this, an ex-wife and two kids to support are enough for one man to deal with. After he finished with his puppet motion, he looked straight at me, and mouthed something. I knew this was my cue to be the brave good Samaritan and reach out to him, but I was barely holding onto my bladder. When the first shot echoed through the alleyway I cut through every day to go to my job, I dove behind the nearest dumpster. Of course, in San Francisco, the nearest dumpster is never far away. And I wasn't about to leave it to go help a bleeding man, not in the era of AIDs, thank you very much.

As I quivered...yes, I said it, I freaking quivered, no other word for it, even though that seems less than masculine, I don't care. I shook and shimmied and almost wet myself...the man crawled toward my dumpster.... No, I yelled in my mind, don't crawl toward me, go somewhere else. I thought about shouting to him to get up, it's only your arm that was shot, but again, I was quivering, and knew my voice would crack, further emasculating me.

He looked over at me again, and then he threw his briefcase at me, and whispered for me to hide it. So I did.

Don't tell anyone were his last words before he pulled out a gun and shot across the way, at what I didn't know. He was shot in his right arm, so he was shooting left handed, and it looked awkward. Another man approached him, dressed all in black. I couldn't see his face, and the man who was shot actually laughed at him. Go ahead and shoot me, Tonio, he said. It won't change a thing.

Then the second guy shot the first guy. I had to hold down the vomit.

I hid there for at least an hour. God help me, I didn't know what else to do.

Now I'm home, and I have this briefcase. I can't get into it. I don't know if I want to get into it. But its sitting here. I think I should throw it off the Golden Gate, but what if there's money inside? I need that money to see my kids.

What should I do?