The Joey Fortune, filled with remorse, embraced his younger brother. "I'm sorry, Johnny! Fuck me, I'm sorry!" He looked to the man towering over him. "Damn you, Carrick!"

Jimmy picked up Joey's glock. "I don't ever want to see you again!"

"Fuck you, you prick!" Joey spoke wildly as he looked up at Jimmy. He laid his brother down, closed his eyes, and stood to face the man who had a hand in shooting Johnny. "You have yourself a war!"

There's no way I can have a war with this asshole ~ not with Jordan needing one of my kidneys. "You know Joey? This ends here." He pulled the hammer back on the glock and raised it to the chest of the older Fortune brother.

"You couldn't do it." Joey grinned, daring Jimmy. "You live a soft fucking life! I killed three guys before leaving high school." The gangster gloated.

Jimmy shook his head. "You have no idea the life I live."

He pulled the gun from Joey's chest. The gangster laughed just before Jimmy threw a left cross felling the older brother as he had done with Johnny earlier that day.

He turned off his cellphone, methodically undressed himself, and got to work concealing the bodies in the water.

Jimmy dragged Joey's body to the water's edge and anchored him the same way he anchored Johnny and walked out of the water. He returned to Little Johnny ~ dragging him back into water.

He dove under, secured Johnny's legs leaving more room for the incoming tide. Jimmy surfaced for a breath of air, scanned the access road and the surrounding area for anyone then exited the water slowly with a plan. Jimmy quickly dressed for a second time, combed his wet hair back, and pulled on a baseball cap.

He grabbed Joey's jacket from the gravel, found his keyfob to his Cadillac, and opened the hatchback. Jimmy found a box of large latex gloves tucked into the side netting ~ standard issue for illicit activity.

Jimmy gathered the glock, the spent casing, and wiped the handgun clean of any prints before tucking it behind the box of gloves. He sat behind the steering wheel and pressed the start button.

The Cadillac SUV quietly purred and Jimmy checked the control panel. Is this thing even running? In stark contract to his Dodge Challenger that roared when he turned the key. Before driving away he slipped a pair of Joey's aviator sunglasses on and began his ascent up the isolated access road.

He knew exactly where he wanted to make the vehicle disappear. The same place the Fortune family used to dispose of their victim's vehicles and bodies. The silver mine road.

A long forgotten single lane, heavily overgrown road that leads to the water where the Pitt River collides with Fraser River. Located about two hours from the city, the drive gave Jimmy time to reflect, and from time to time he had to remind himself to breathe. His mind conflicted with his actions of this day.

Come on Jimmy, you did the right thing.

How could it be the right thing?

They live and they will hunt you down and take your life without a second thought.

You'll be running forever!

They would have already killed you if you weren't running half way around the world looking for Lana's killer.

Right, Lana. Fucking disaster vacation from hell.

You didn't kill those idiots. But maybe you should've. What future does Jordan have now that Johnny knows you have a daughter?

Now I know I have a hornet's nest of angry mobsters ready to take me down.

Maybe they will fucking drown!

Let's just get rid of this stinking Caddy ~ it's beginning to make me nauseous.

Jimmy drove north along the Fraser River using the Maryhill Bypass then taking the Pitt River Road exit. He drove up Argue Street towards the old mine road passing a busy restaurant pub along the way.

The Big Catch Pub? I don't recall that pub.

Jimmy continued until he reached the secluded road. Fuck me! A barricade?

He got out and took a look at the fortified gate. There was no way around it. No way of removing the lego-like concrete barrier blocks.

Plan B. You have no plan B, Jimmy ~ this was it.

I need a drink. You just passed The Big Catch Pub.

Jimmy turned the SUV around and made his way back down Argue Street. To avoid the security cameras of the pub he parked down the street nestled between a couple of huge crewcab trucks.

Under the cover of darkness he exited the Cadillac with his leather jacket in hand. Locked the SUV and as he walked towards the pub he dropped the keyfob into a thick bush, removed the latex gloves, and slipped his leather jacket on.

As Jimmy reached for the handrail he dropped the latex gloves, entered the pub with a smile, and forced himself into a jovial mood to cover his misgivings.

The hostess met Jimmy at the entrance. "Welcome to the Big Catch, will you be dining alone, Sir?"

"I am hoping she is already here." Jimmy shrugged while easily lying to the woman. "I am late."

"She must be even later." The hostess raised her eyebrows. "There's no one seated alone here tonight."

"In that case, is there room at the bar?" Jimmy made a suggestion. "I'm not gonna eat alone."

"Right this way, sir." The woman led the way to the rustic bar.

He took a seat on a heavily constructed bar stool. Jimmy pointed to the a locally brewed spirit and ordered. "I will have a Pitt River Pale Ale and a scotch chaser with a chunk of ice ~ please."

"A man who knows what he wants." The bartender, with similar features to the hostess, tilted her head and continued with her compliments. "What brings a ruggedly handsome and I hope charming man to my bar?"

Don't get too friendly you idiot.

"I had a date but looks as though I am being stood up." Jimmy offered a wry smile hoping that would hold off any admiring bartender. "Damn my luck."

She smiled as she pulled the handle to the dispenser, filling the glass. "Darn! Her loss is my gain." She grabbed a coaster and slipped it under the glass before it landed on the bar.

Their hands met as he reached for the ale. The two made eye contact. "My name is Fan."

"Interesting name." Jimmy nodded.

"Short for Fantasy." Fan enlightened Jimmy as she gave a seductive wink.

"And are you a fantasy?" Jimmy smiled as he pointed to his bartender.

Fan boldly offered Jimmy an answer. "Stick around and find out."

Hold on tiger! If Jimmy had any reservations this would be the right time to slow this freight train down. Ahhh screw it. "When are you off?"

Fan winked again, moved seductively away from Jimmy, and while looking over her shoulder stunned Jimmy with her response. "I will let you know when you succeed."

Fuck me! What is it with this woman? Jimmy sucked back half his glass of pale ale, thirsty from the day's activity. He looked over his left shoulder to the approaching hostess.

"Fan isn't bothering you now, is she?" She leaned against the bar as she waited for Jimmy to respond.

A few locals waved and in overlapping voices wished Monica a good night. Jimmy swiveled his stool to see a sparsely populated dining area. "Closing time, Monica?"

"You catch on quick..." Monica paused, waiting for Jimmy to answer with his name but he missed it. "Typical."

Jimmy realized what Monica wanted as she walked from the bar and offered an alias. "JJ." He smiled. She turned.

Monica raised her head, acknowledging Jimmy gave her what she asked then proceeded through the double doors to the kitchen. He overheard her dominant voice from his stool. "Mickey? The tables!"

A young man bolted through the doors with an empty plastic bin, nearly tripping over a chair. Mickey recovered and continued to the tables in need of being cleaned up.

Jimmy watched Monica watching Mickey with her arms folded in front of her. I'd hate to be Mickey right about now. She must be burning a couple of holes into the back of his head.

"You like, moaning Monica?" A voice seductively filled Jimmy's right ear.

Moaning Monica? He turned to see Fan with her arms folded in the same position but then a customer caught her eye at the end of the bar. She quickly walked the length of the bar to collect a business card from the well-dressed man. The bartender returned to Jimmy as she stuffed the card into the back pocket of her jeans.

"He likes you!" Jimmy offered, believing the man offered her card to get more acquainted.

"Oh, that?" Fan tried her best innocent look out on Jimmy. "It's not like that at all."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"No. He's into real estate."

"Not interested in Fantasy?" He tilted his head.

Fan scoffed. "What? No! He's a legit realtor." She pulled the card and flashed it for Jimmy to see. Fortune Growth and Development. Fuck me! Small world.

Jimmy nodded. "That's a big time developer. Plans to sell the Big Catch?"

Fan laughed as she shook her head. "I don't own this place." Pointing to Monica she admitted. "She does."

Jimmy turned back to a woman on the verge of pouting. "Maybe you should give the card to Monica?"

"Funny man." Fan poured herself a finger of scotch and threw it back. "So, do you have a card?" The bartender asked with a hopeful tone in her voice.

"Hell no!" Jimmy's laughter reached Monica's ears.

"No?" Fan raised her eyebrows.

"I am not as successful as Fortune Developments." Jimmy simply shrugged. "No need."

"No need for what?" Monica looked at Jimmy who looked at Fan, who ever so slightly shook her head as if she was afraid of her boss finding out about collecting cards.

Jimmy thought quickly before turning to Monica. "No need for another drink. The night has been a disaster."

"Fan, you know the rule. No alcohol after nine forty-five." Monica eyed her bartender. "Give JJ a coffee. And wipe the bar down before you leave."

The bartender nodded to Monica and began her closing routine. Fan set a coffee in front of Jimmy with a friendly wink and wished him well as she headed for the bar sink. "Night...JJ!"

"Night, Fan." Jimmy gave an open handed wave to the beautifully curved bartender with an overly friendly demeanor.

Jimmy emptied the coffee cup which signaled the hotess/owner to approach. "Well JJ, want to come to the front to settle your bill?" Monica tilted her head in the general direction before leading the way.

Jimmy chose a fifty dollar bill from the small bill fold of money he pulled from his jeans. "The rest for Fan. She lessened the blow of my no-show date."

"That's generous!" Monica couldn't resist trying her hand at landing her own big catch. "Did Fan offer you a night with Fantasy?"

Jimmy shrugged, "she is, what I refer to as, a runaway freight train." He continued. "There is no slowing her down when she sees something she wants! Is there?"

"And she is not what you want?" Monica waited for Jimmy.

Jimmy wanted to be gentlemanly with his reply. "Fan is more than I could handle. Gorgeous, athletic and I can only imagine...a wild imagination."

"Not your type?"

"Hell yeah ~ twenty years ago. Now?" Jimmy shook his head. "She'd break me in two!"

The two looked at each other before breaking out into laughter. "Well JJ, sorry about your date not showing."

"Worse things have happened." He smiled softly. "I think it's time to call a cab and say goodnight."

"Want to forget the cab tonight and say good morning to me tomorrow?" Monica stared at Jimmy, again having to wait on the man.

Something just wasn't right as the room began to spin for Jimmy. Whoa what the hell?