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Exiled by Ryan and Niki Traynor Chapter 8

Since I posted that last chapter up late, I thought I'd go ahead and add another chapter for you guys. Thanks so much for reading! Don't forget-if you have any questions or comments about this chapter or the book, please post it down below in the comment section.
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Chapter 8 

Weeks would pass by and Cheyenne believed with all her heart and soul that she was done. She hoped and prayed that she’d overcome it. For God sakes, I have a daughter to raise and a husband that loves me with all his heart and soul, she reasoned. But when the internal struggle was over, she would end up back at Freddy’s sticking a needle in her veins. She had met Michelle several months prior and they became friends almost immediately. Drugs have always been a powerful social tool. Their friendship remained incognito because Cheyenne couldn’t allow Noel to make any connections to her secret life. The guilt ate away at her, exasperating the pressure already weighing down on her regularly. Thoughts of suicide were only alleviated when she was shooting up, which compared to Freddy and Michelle, wasn’t that often. Cheyenne had also been informed of Michelle’s own trouble’s involving the loss of her job and the crazy customer that tried to rape and possibly murder her. 
Freddy was worried because Michelle hadn’t worked since the unpleasant incident and wondered if she was ever going to find a new job. Fortunately, she’d sold her condo for a healthy profit. All the same, she was blowing through the money at an absurd rate. She had found a new luxury apartment and paid off the entire year in full. It seemed like a good idea at the time except now all she wanted to do was either get high or drunk at his apartment. Ever since Michelle signed the lease and moved her possessions into the new place, she’d spent almost no time there. Worse yet, she was becoming agoraphobic, which would have been fine if it wasn’t in his home. Freddy dreaded coming home to what had been his sanctuary for half a decade. 
This was toppled with the truth that he had unintentionally turned his best friend’s wife into a dope fiend. He couldn’t even face Noel knowing what he’d done; for fear that he might be pummeled or even murdered in his sleep. Noel assumed they were on nothing more than another hiatus, which would come to an end in due time. Besides, he was busy with his own life that included a full time career and family. 

Every time Freddy thought he wouldn’t be hearing from Cheyenne, she would show up at his door step begging for a hit. Meanwhile, he knew in the back of his mind that Michelle was almost out of money. To make matters worse, Michelle and Cheyenne had developed a bond that was escalating out of control. Like most women, Cheyenne loved expensive luxury goods and had the nerve to ask Michelle if she could borrow money for ridiculous items. Michelle acted as if there was an endless supply of money and gave it to her to buy designer sunglasses, shoes and handbags. Each individual item wasn’t terribly over priced, but the debt slowly accumulated and began to add up rather quickly. 
The month of October passed by in a flash, Michelle was tapped out and Freddy was on thin ice at his job. He missed another day of work due to drugs and had used up his allotted sick days long ago. His manger warned him that if one more mistake occurred he’d be out of a job. The pressure got to him a few days later when one of his machines came to a grinding halt. Freddy knew what the problem was the instant the machine started smoking; he hadn’t added the proper machine tool oil. His boss probably would have forgiven him if it had been his first offense, but he had no choice but to let him go. That night Freddy came home from work ashamed and went directly to bed without saying a word. Lying in bed, he decided to buckle down, quit doing drugs, file for unemployment, and find a new job right away. 
The situation was becoming desperate. When he woke up, all good intentions had gone out the window. The only thing on his mind was waking up his girlfriend and shooting up some smack. The night came and the deranged couple hatched a sinister plot; one that could solve many of their chief problems. Michelle spoke of how she wished for revenge on the lieutenant that assaulted her many times since the confrontation occurred. His name was Walter Lambert and his address could be found pretty easily. Since he wasn’t listed in the phone book, the couple followed him home one night after his shift was over. He lived in a ritzy part of town with his rich wife known as Chesapeake Hills. The house was a three story Victorian covered in white bricks on the first floor. It had an enormous front porch with four massive round pillars that became thicker as they went downward. The ornate pillars had ivy vines that stretched almost to the top. The roof had light green clay tiles and eaves jutting out, revealing the fabulous third story. There were probably thirty or more windows that looked to have been replaced with thermal panes with the exception of a gigantic picture window with maroon curtains. 
The front beautifully landscaped yard was elevated and surrounded by grey retaining wall stones. A cement staircase with thick iron railings led down to the street level. Lieutenant Walter Lambert pulled into the driveway on the right side of the house and pressed a button that opened an automated gate on a slide track. After the gate slid open, he pulled around the back of the house where the four car detached garage was located. Freddy noticed the top of a basketball backboard popping over the fence and asked Michelle, “Do you know if there are any kids that live there?” 

She replied, “Well, when we were on good terms, we used to hang out at the club. Like I said, he was a good customer at first and we used to talk about different stuff. To answer your question, no, he told me he had two children, a son and daughter. The son lived with his wife and had a family of his own and the daughter goes to college on the other side of the state. Still, we have to do this before school ends or he might show up and stay with them for the winter vacation.” Freddy nodded and asked, “So, when should we do this baby?” Michelle responded, “The sooner the better, obviously.” “Right, but we have to be careful and they have to be out of the house for the night,” he said. 
“Last year, Lambert told me he was going to celebrate Thanksgiving at his mother’s house near Lake Geneva. If they go there this year, I assume they’ll spend the night and come back the next day.” 
“And if they don’t?” asked Freddy with a cynical tone in his voice. “Then the plan is off, I guess. But we won’t know for a few weeks, will we?” she sounded frustrated. “So let’s plan it out as if everything will go in our favor.” 
They rounded up what little money was left and figured out all of the logistics. Every other night Freddy went out of his way to stake the place out late at night. The street was as quiet as a graveyard past ten o’clock and it appeared as if the neighborhood was composed mainly of old people in their seventies. He didn’t like how lit up the block was, but if everything went smoothly there would be nothing to worry about. Nonetheless, he decided to park four blocks away in back of a small strip mall with a movie rental place, a dentist’s office, a floral shop and an eye doctor with a big neon sign in the window in the shape of an eyeball. 
In the meantime, Michelle went to the local mega mart and bought stereotypical gear such as black ski masks, flashlights, black leather gloves and a duffel bag to carry out the stolen goods. The next stop was the shoe store to buy a couple of good pairs of black sneakers for sneaking. She then decided to go all out and bought a brown wig to cover her blonde hair and black wig for Freddy along with a couple pairs of sunglasses. This was followed by a trip downtown to talk to a few pawnshop owners about taking old unwanted jewelry. The preparation was done in no time at all and the week before Thanksgiving crept up on her like a lion in the savannah. The anxiousness to get the job done was reaching an all time high, so she shot up every day in order to calm her nerves. 
That week was more hectic than either one of them could have believed. They fought like crazy, doling out the specific duties and trying to think of every last detail. On three separate occasions that week Freddy opted his way out of the robbery, but was sucked right back in all three times with promises of gold and diamonds. He was told that they would make a few hundred thousand dollars, which really spoke to him loud and clear against his better judgment. The day before Thanksgiving came and he knew there was no way out. He was committed for better or worse and thought that maybe it would have been easier if Michelle had never come into his life. Would of, should of, could of. It was time for action. The clock was ticking down and it was decided that they’d arrive at the strip mall around eleven thirty at night. From there, Freddy would take a short walk around the neighborhood to canvas the area for cops and other hazardous figures. He would stroll by the Lambert’s home to make sure nobody was present before they made their move. 

The following night came and they executed the diabolical plot as planned. As they pulled behind the strip mall, Freddy turned off the ignition and put on his ridiculous black wig. He chose not to wear the sunglasses because it was almost midnight and he didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself than absolutely necessary. He wore a gray sweatshirt over his all black get up and made his rounds to ensure a safe passage to and from the house. When he was sure the coast was clear, Freddy returned to the car to find Michelle fully geared up and ready to go. Freddy suggested she leave the sunglasses behind insisting they did more harm than good, but she refused to take them off and was convinced they completed her disguise. He didn’t have the time or energy to argue with her, so he grabbed the duffel bag, shoved his ski mask in his pocket, and they took off. Luckily nobody saw the odd looking couple strolling down the street. Had it been broad daylight they would have stuck out like a sore thumb, but the cover of night cloaked them and they went about their business without any of the neighbors knowing the wiser. 
As they came upon the house, the two thieves sped up the lawn and hopped the fence leading to the backyard. They shoved their wigs and thin grey sweatshirts into the duffel bag leaving plenty of room for the take. After the ski masks were on their faces and properly adjusted, Michelle headed to the back door alone just as planned, while Freddy kept a look out on the side of the house. She walked directly over to a round stone and lifted it up revealing a gold key. Taking the key in her hand, she unlocked the backdoor and walked right in, listening to soft beeping sounds emanating from the security system installed throughout the vicinity. Walking in the direction of the key pad that sat on the wall a few feet away from the back door, she typed in a four digit code and silenced the system instantly. Now that the alarms had been disarmed, she walked back outside and retrieved Freddy. They entered into the Lambert’s home and Freddy checked the downstairs for valuable goods while Michelle headed upstairs with the duffel bag. After she traversed the long staircase, Michelle stepped into the bedroom and went directly to the jewelry boxes and emptied them into her bag. She walked back downstairs and instructed Freddy to follow her into the basement. On their way down, he suggested stealing some electronic equipment, but it was decided that they were too bulky to carry four blocks to the car. The main room in the finished basement appeared to be a den/library. There were five different bookshelves filled with fiction and nonfiction alike. An old Encyclopedia Britannica graced the bottom shelves of the largest one, which was made of oak and had wonderful designs carved on it. A large desk was placed against the far wall and a beautiful painting of a mountainous landscape was hung right above it. A brown leather couch sat on the opposite wall and a sizable Persian rug covered most of the ceramic tile floor. 
They rummaged through the desk drawers and Freddy went to check out the other rooms. Michelle grabbed the painting off the wall that hung above the desk revealing a wall safe. She called her accomplice back into the den and showed him what she found. They proceeded to the garage where a large sledge hammer was found on top of a work bench and excessively large tool chest. It was lying in the corner behind some old shovels and rakes. Freddy took it back to the den and took a few swings at the safe. The combination lock and handle were sufficiently destroyed, but the safe remained shut, so he broke apart the wall surrounding it. Large holes were made in the wood paneling and drywall. Michelle jumped in to help and cleared away what she could, but found the safe bolted to the two by four studs. Freddy went back to the garage to grab a socket 
wrench to remove the bolts as Michelle cleared away more drywall with a small crowbar. The ski mask became unbearably hot and was drenched in sweat, so she took it off to get some relief. 

They removed the bolts and freed the locked safe from the wall. It weighed about sixty pounds and promised a great reward once opened. Freddy hoisted the safe across the room when they heard the front door open. The couple looked at each other frightened. Michelle put back on her mask and Freddy put the safe down quietly. They turned off the light and rushed upstairs to meet their unexpected guest. A young girl walked through the foyer and started turning on multiple lights throughout the house. Her name was Joyce Lambert and she had decided to travel all the way across the state to see her family for the long weekend. She knew her parents wouldn’t be back till the next day, but she preferred to drive home that night to make the best time possible. Since it was a six hour drive, Joyce thought it would be a good idea to travel when the roads were deserted. The good news was she made great time. The bad news was, if she had gotten there twenty minutes later the people burglarizing her parent’s home would have been gone. Joyce might have noticed that the alarm system wasn’t activated had she not been so tired, but fatigue from the trip left her usually sharp mind sluggish and vulnerable. 
Freddy crept to the living room and heard the unsuspecting girl walking around in the kitchen. He motioned for Michelle to follow him and they calmly crossed the house ready to subdue their victim. They entered the enormous kitchen and Freddy said softly, “If you scream, I’ll kill you bitch.” Joyce turned around startled and saw her assailants coming toward her. An island stood in the center of the room and she darted around it making a pitiful attempt to escape. She was intercepted by Michelle, who was about the same size, and she began to thrash wildly, ripping at her clothing. Freddy walked up behind her and put his arms around her and threw her to the floor with a powerful thump. During the commotion, Michelle’s gold necklace with a heart shaped pendant broke and fell to the ground, which went completely unnoticed by anyone. Freddy walked up to the girl and punched her directly in the face like an ultimate fighter. Her head flew backwards and blood spurted from her nose. 
The adrenaline flowed through Joyce’s body and she lunged at Freddy with all her might, but to no avail. Freddy grabbed her by the throat and slammed the side of her head against the fridge. She cried out in pain and Freddy put his hand over her mouth. She bit down on his fingers and he elbowed her teeth in finishing off his attack with a punch to the stomach knocking the wind out of her. “Grab me something to tie her up!” Freddy yelled to his girlfriend. Without making a sound, Michelle scurried to the garage and located a length of rope to tie up Lambert’s daughter. While Freddy waited for Michele to return, he subdued the girl by wrapping his legs around her waist from behind, locking his feet together and squeezing tightly. He choked her out with a ferocious headlock, using his right arm, and simultaneously silenced the screams by covering her mouth with his left hand. This time around, she didn’t have the strength left to bite his hand in retaliation and had no choice but to succumb to whatever lied ahead. Michelle hurried back to the kitchen and began to tie up the girl’s legs. She worked her way up to the victim’s arms and then shoved a filthy dish towel in her mouth and held it in by tying a rope across her mouth like a bridled horse wearing a harness. They dragged her to the basement and then carried the safe upstairs. Michelle grabbed the duffel bag and told Freddy to pull the car around so they could make their getaway. At first, he disputed the idea, but soon backed off realizing he was low on energy and could not stealthily carry the safe four blocks back to the car. He dragged the safe outside and the duo carefully lifted it up and over the fence hiding in the shadows. After that, he pulled off his mask, put on the wig and dashed to the car. The seconds ticked by excruciatingly slow as Michelle waited for him to come back. 

About ten minutes later, Freddy pulled up in front of the house with his headlights turned off and mud wiped over the license plates to hide its identification. Jumping out of the car, he headed back up the lawn to grab the safe while Michelle ran to the car holding the duffel bag over her shoulder. With everything accomplished, they slowly pulled down the street two blocks and 
turned the headlights on. Freddy stopped at a nearby gas station that stayed open all night and wiped the mud off his license plates in case he happened to pass a cop on the way back to his place. 
Their retreat from the crime scene had gone successfully and they made it back to Freddy’s apartment without rousing any suspicion from anyone. About five minutes after their arrival, they busted out the dope and cooked it up. Freddy sighed with sweet relief smelling the familiar aroma of heroin. With no time to spare, the junkies plunged into the inebriated state they loved so much and tried to forget what had transpired that night. 
The next day, they slept in until it was dark and crawled out of bed only to take another hit of dope. With that accomplished, they went straight back to bed and tried to sleep their way straight through to the next day. Freddy woke up multiple times in a cold sweat. He couldn’t shake what had happened and kept having nightmares involving Lambert’s daughter. She looked like hell when they had left in her in the basement, all bruised and battered. The guilt of what he had done ate away at him even as he slept. His bad dreams turned to haunting nightmares in which he was being arrested for his crimes and then found guilty in front of a judge and jury. The lucid dreams seemed so real that he stumbled to the bathroom in the middle of the night and vomited a couple times. 

The apartment was empty when Freddy awoke. Michelle had gotten up early and left a note on the counter saying she would be back by noon. He looked at the clock on the microwave and saw it was only ten twelve. He poured a bowl of cereal and turned on his computer. His conscience was filled with doubt as he ate his cornflakes. Checking the internet was the first thing that came to mind to see if there had been any news coverage on the robbery. Was his daughter alright? Freddy wondered. The young man didn’t know what had come over him when she showed up. The only thoughts that revolved around his head were- don’t get caught or you’ll go to prison for sure. The memory of her battered face could not be ignored, so Freddy walked to the fridge, pulled out a beer, and lit up a cigarette. He figured he’d move on to something harder after a couple beers to try and dull the pain of regret. Scrolling the internet and finding nothing should have been comforting, but his self loathing was becoming more and more unbearable with every drink. Then, out of nowhere, a foreign proposal entered into his brain. Freddy hadn’t lived the life of a saint before this, not even close, but he never considered himself an evil person; maybe a stupid, selfish, eccentric, inconsiderate, disrespectful guy who toyed with the law, but out-and-out evil... never. The self image he’d had as a human being was turned upside down into an unrecognizable figure that deserved unrelenting punishment. Go on and hurt yourself, he thought. Do it, kill yourself cause worthless pieces of shit like you are a waste of space. Find a gun, wrap your lips around the barrel and pull the trigger. The world will be a better place with you gone. Every breath of air inhaled into your lungs is just one more thing you’re stealing from good people. He felt dizzy and then realized tears were streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably. Walking to the bathroom, he tripped over his shoes and kicked one of them against the wall hard enough to make a good sized dent. Freddy made it to the bathroom, looked at his face in the mirror and bellowed loudly. It was as if his black pupils were the abyss and he was staring directly into it. Get a hold of yourself man, you’re freaking out. Don’t do anything stupid. You didn’t walk into the house intending on hurting anyone. The situation became you against the world and you had to fight for survival. “No! This is all your damn fault,” he screamed, picking up the clay soap dish and throwing it against the mirror. Shards of glass fell into the sink and on to the floor. He picked up a large one that broke into a piece resembling a jagged knife and gripped it tight not knowing what his intentions were. Blood dripped from the bottom of his palm and splattered into the sink. Looking at his hand as if it had a life if its own, Freddy laughed maniacally. 
The door to the apartment slammed shut and Michelle called out his name. The rustling of plastic bags aroused his curiosity and he walked into the living room to see what she had. When Michelle looked up and saw the bloody glass shard in his hand, she gasped just like she’d done while watching a horror movie as a kid. “Freddy what’s going on?” she asked, staring at the jagged point on the tip of his makeshift weapon. Momentarily, she feared for her life and then said, “Put it down baby, so we can talk about this.” He began to breathe heavily and at the same time gripped the glass harder than before, causing the red drips falling to the carpet to intensify. This time Michelle feared for her boyfriend’s welfare and walked up to him and hugged him tightly, noticing his body was as tense as a cable on the Golden Gate Bridge. She whispered in his ear, “I know we messed up, but this isn’t going to solve anything. Please baby, if you love me put it down so we can talk about what you’re feeling right now. I can help you.” 

Freddy’s muscles relaxed and the glass shard fell to the floor on top of the blood stained carpet. He said in an exhausted voice, “So what now? We shoot some smack and forget about what happened?” 
“What are we supposed to do, turn ourselves in?” she replied. The thought of going to prison made Michelle cry. Freddy held her and rubbed the back of her neck saying, “I guess not. Where were you?” 
“I went to the home improvement warehouse on Roosevelt Road and picked up a few things to get the safe open.” She pointed at the brown plastic bags sitting on the kitchen table. There was a hacksaw, an electric drill gun, and a plastic box filled with large drill bits. Freddy looked at the tools and decided they weren’t going to be sufficient. He grabbed his cell phone, opened up his contacts list and scrolled down to Noel Brighton. There were three rings and then a response came. “What’s up man? I was hoping to hear from you,” said Noel in good spirits. 
Freddy put on his business voice and stated, “Hey what’s going on Bright? I need to ask a favor of you.” 
“Should have known the only reason you called was cause you wanted something,” Noel said with a touch of mock anger in his voice. 
“I uh...” Freddy stammered feeling uneasy with where the conversation was going. “I’m just messing with you man. Relax. Whatever you need, I got you. I know you’ve been busy working and beating the ladies off with a stick,” he said jokingly. 

Freddy laughed and said relieved, “You know how it is. I can’t even keep their names and faces straight.” They both laughed. “Listen, I need to borrow your saws-all and a few other tools for a little project I’m doing at my mom’s house. Can I stop by tonight and grab em?” asked Freddy. “Of course, just try not to break anything or cut your fingers off. And by the way, if you need any help I can free up my schedule later this week and give you a hand,” Noel offered. 
“Well, I could use someone to stand over my shoulder and make smart ass comments.” They both laughed again. Freddy continued, “Don’t worry about it Bright, it’ll only take me an hour or two. My mom just wants me to cut that old clothes hanging post in the backyard down and do a few other little jobs here and there.” 
“Sounds good, I’ll see you tonight,” said Noel. “Cool I’ll see you later and thanks again.” With that they hung up. The tense couple put a movie on, cooked up some heroin and dreamed about what was in the safe. Afterwards, Freddy cleaned up the bathroom, bandaged his hand, and got dressed. They went to get some dinner and then Michelle was dropped off back at the apartment. Freddy strolled over to his best friend’s humble abode hoping that he could avoid Cheyenne, but things never work out that easily. 
When he arrived and knocked on the door, Cheyenne answered with a surprised look on her face. She asked alarmed, “Freddy, what are you doing here?” 

“I came by to borrow a few tools from your punk ass husband. Where’s he hiding?” As Freddy finished talking, Noel popped up behind his wife. 
He said, “Go around to the back so I can grab that shit out of the garage.” Noel turned to Cheyenne and said in a phony military voice, “Top secret business ma’am. Please step aside.” Cheyenne gave him an irritated look and pretended to slap his face with the back of her hand. Noel walked past her, pinching her on the butt. She shut the door and the two jokers walked out 
to the garage. Freddy tried to hide his hand, which automatically drew attention to it. Noel asked, “What the hell happened to your hand?” 
“Oh, this.” Freddy held it up. “I hurt it on one of the machines at work the other day but its healing fast.” He felt his cheeks turn red as he lied to his best friend face to face.
Noel didn’t notice and continued to make light conversation. “What you been up to lately besides almost chopping your hand off at work?” 
“Nothing,” Freddy said in response trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. “I, uh, been trying to stay out of the bars, but I haven’t seemed to cut down on my drinking. Know what I mean?” 
“I hear ya. You think it’s the bar and you realize it’s you,” Noel said snickering. “How are the ladies treating you?” 

“I’m still dating the stripper Michelle... well, ex stripper now. I’m pretty sure we need to break up, but things have become insanely complicated. I don’t wanna bore you with the details, but let’s just say she’s crazy.” 
“No way is a girl that takes her clothes off for money crazy,” he replied sarcastically. “And let me guess, she’s got a few daddy issues too?” Noel said with phony surprise as he opened the garage door. 
“Ha, ha, ha, you’re hilarious you know that? She’s pretty much moved into my apartment and it’s becoming harder to tell her to leave with each passing day. Seriously, what am I suppose to do, just tell her to get out?” asked Freddy. 
“Whoa, I still can’t get over that you let some girl move into your apartment,” said Noel. “I said practically moved in. She still has her own place,” Freddy retorted. “Why don’t you do what you’ve always done? Stop calling her, stop inviting her over, and start looking for someone new to spend time with. Maybe try hitting the bar scene for a little while. You never seemed to mind over paying for your booze and dancing around like a drunken fool to impress women. Plus I’m sure the local clubs sorely miss your asinine behavior.” 
“True, I am a man of many talents,” Freddy replied as he punched at Noel’s groin. “Then again, maybe, we’re meant for each other. We really do have a lot in common. Namely being monumental screw ups in life.” 
Noel obtained the tools Freddy requested and said, “If you say she’s not a stripper anymore than maybe there’s some sort of future for you two. I’m not saying get married, but maybe you should give the relationship half a chance before kicking her to the curb.” They carried the tools to Freddy’s car and put them in the trunk and Noel asked, “So when are we gonna hang out, just the two of us? We gotta have a guy’s night out like old times.” 

“Soon man, soon. I just have some work to do this week, but I’ll call you and we’ll go out and have some drinks next weekend. That is, if the wife gives you permission,” he said wagging his finger in Noel’s face, grinning like a clown. 
Freddy hopped in his car and went home fully prepared to crack the safe wide open. He considered taking it somewhere else so he didn’t disturb his neighbors with the noise, but then just decided to go to the surrounding units and alert them that it would be loud for an hour or two. During the renovations, the tenants had become accustomed to the sound of power tools whirring day in and day out. Fortunately, only one of the tenants bordering his unit was home and completely understanding. Michelle helped him lug the tools inside and they went to work right away. They began by trying to open it with hammers and chisels. Not a whole lot was accomplished, so they moved on to the three foot crowbar, but couldn’t find any where to wedge it to get the proper leverage; even if they could, that was no guarantee it would work. Freddy then pulled out the saws-all, which was an electric saw shaped like a gun. Noel had given him fresh saw blades that were specifically designed to cut straight through metal. After burning through five new blades, Freddy was able to successfully cut the three hinges off the door. They shimmied open the back and jammed in the crowbar in the gap. After another hour of work, the slide lock bent enough for them to slide the door out of place. 
Michelle took the contents out and laid them on the floor for her boyfriend to see. The stolen goods inside the safe consisted of a thick stack of hundred dollar bills in the amount of fifty thousand dollars, thirty-two one ounce gold coins, five one ounce platinum coins, and seventeen silver bars each weighing one quarter of a pound. A number of important paper documents also resided inside the safe including birth certificates, social security cards, savings bonds, stock certificates and other miscellaneous items. The jewelry was laid out on the coffee table and it seemed very valuable though they had no way of knowing for sure. Many of the pieces had exceptionally large diamonds and or other valuable stones embedded in the precious metal. They had hit the mother load and were about ready to celebrate when Freddy posed another problem that required attention. Where were they going to unload this type of merchandise? Thank goodness the cash was in the safe, thought Freddy as he recounted the money one more time. They decided the easiest thing to do was split the money in half and then plan on taking the goods out of state. They considered going into major cities like New York City or Los Angeles to cash them in, but it was a decision that could be made later. This was thought to be their only option if they didn’t want the merchandise to be traced back to them.

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