OOM: Business
Random had left him in Portugal. He was expected it to be horrible but it wasn't really. Only a month to go and he's just done almost a year and a half without him, so that seems like nothing.
Besides, he's knackered. Next time, he's bringing Viagra. They'll both need it by the third day.
That aside, there's business to take care of. Lisbon is warm and busy with early season tourists. He avoids crowded areas as much as possible and for once in his life, tries to avoid attention. The back street he's heading for makes that easy enough, though he pauses before entering the filthy laundromat to see if he can spot anyone watching. No. But in this day and age, that doesn't mean much.
'Take me to Juam,' he says to the first person he sees who isn't actively engaged in laundry, and they nod. He wonders if that means he's known to regular staff here - that would be bad - or maybe it's just that anyone who knows the boss's name gets automatic access.
The guy is in a back office and it's much cleaner in here. Quieter too.
'Ramon. What do you need?'
He's never told this one his last name. He wont need him when he's back home.
'What do you know about working with silver, Juam?'
The guy blinks, then smiles and it's on.
* * *
Spending a week here is no hardship. There are things to be taken care of - namely, he's trying to decide whether to keep the house or not. In the end, he decides he might as well. It could still be useful and as it's definitely not known to the American authorities, its probably worth hanging on to.
He finally gets the chance to get rid of the fucking statue that still sits in the living room. He looks at it and wonders how it ever made him go so crazy. He's glad to see the back of it nevertheless.
Random's orange sports car goes into storage but not before he takes it for a long drive down the coast. Seems a shame to put it away but he's not selling it. So it'll sleep until its needed.
Cleaners, removal men, details with the security firm that'll watch it. Details details details. They have to be taken care of because he wont be back very often. He can go home now, he doesn't need this place. So he does it and time passes and then a week has gone.
'Got them?'
Six shiny rounds, tipped with silver. He pays a thousand for them, cash. Jason will never know that.
'See you around, Juam.'
When the door opens to the bar, he doesn't look back though he doubts he'll be spending time there again. Another chapter of their past lives over but he's not one to dwell and anyway, the future is now as secure as it ever was.