Mystery of the Black Notebook

The leaves crushed beneath my boots as I trenched through the woods, trying to leave behind the body that fell to the ground so abruptly. But, what was to come from the mess that I just created.

I sat down underneath a oak tree, and out of the bag that belonged to that body I pulled out a notebook, small and black.

Flipping the pages it was full of scribbles, numbers and names. What was this? A log of some sort ? Coming across a page that nearly looked liked a map, no map Ive ever laid eyes on though.

Thirty minutes ago I was doing my normal routine in my normal route, except this time someone was there to disrupt all of it.

"Aiden Duvall, put your hands on your head, you are under arrest for intent to sell!" Jason shouted from across the alley way.

"You've got it wrong man, I'm just here to meet a friend." I, lifted my hand behind my back for the pistol wedged in my pants.

"Mr. Duvall, I have every piece of evidence I need to convict you and your men for drug dealing in this area. Everything you say can and will be used against you in court!" Jason took a step closer pulling our his shiny new cuffs.

Before he could even take another step I pulled out the pistol and pulled the trigger, Jason's head hit the ground splashing in a puddle of rain water. Gabbing the bag from Jason's leg that fell along with him. I hopped the wire fence of the factory behind the alley and into the woods I went.

This notebook , it was something different. A map? To what exactly, and how did this man know about me about what I do, about my people.

In the back of the woods a car was covered by trees, almost like I new I'd eventually be in this situation. Removing all the tree branches from the hood I turned the key, the ignition made a grunting noise and turned over.

Whatever this map was I was going to follow it. A state away to Nevada, a desert, what could a desert hold for me?

It was around 12 am that I finally made it to the town of Goodsprings, nothing but mountains all around and the cool air of the desert night. That's when I saw it, a storage unit on the left, I cut off my lights as I turned in to the abandoned unit. 345 was written on the bottom of the page underlined, and there it was right in front of me. I popped my trunk and pulled out my bolt cutters as I cut the locks.

I slowly pulled the garage door up, and let me tell you, my smile grew as I leaned in and saw all of the cash on the floors on this long table at the back of the unit, bags full.

Who was this guy, why did he have this notebook and who's unit is this? So many questioned filled my head I nearly forgot I just killed a guy, but who was I to really care when all the money I needed to escape was right here in front of me.

"Im lucky." I shouted as I grabbed some of the cash and threw it above my head! I loaded bags of cash into my car and drove to my late dads barn back home. I stuffed the bags behinds a piece of ply wood loose from the wall that was hollowed out after counting it all it was about $20,000 maybe even more!

I couldn't believe what I had found but I still wanted to know who Jason was, why he had this book and how he got this money.

I scanned through the books pages again, coming across a photo of Jason with another man, in a FBI jacket... "FBI, what the hell is going on?" I questioned the photo holding it up to the light.

This man knew me, my name and my game and he knew where to find me. I don't understand..

The Chirping birds filled my ears as I awoke suddenly, still sitting in my chair with they notebook laid out infront of me. I gathered some money and the book and drove back to my place, clicking on the television that's when I see Jason's face all over the news, someone must have found his body and now they are looking for a suspect.. but they failed to mention he was even a federal agent.

Who were you Jason a dirty cop? A rival who was pretending to be a fed.. I'm back to square one with so many questions but the only answer to any of them is this notebook that got me to bags of cash.

The names listed like a log of some sort has numbers listed on the left of every name, 200, 550, 1050, 4000, and the numbers kept going on every name which there was 13 names total. "Ty Morales." I whispered as I came across a familiar name that I've heard many times.. what were you doing Ty it almost looked like Jason logged down amounts of money owed to him by people. I suppose Ty was one of these people but why would my men be messing with a "fed" and what was this all about ?

This was my chance, to get out and leave with all the cash...

I pulled up a few houses down so nobody would see my car. Pulling out my break in kit, I twist and turn at the lock a few times until "creak" the door opened slowly.

"Hello, anyone home?" The air filled with silence. I pulled out the page from the notebook with Tys name written down. I laid it neatly under a piece of junk mail.

Exactly what I wanted to happen happened, the cops showed up to rummage through Jason's house to get more understanding of why he was killed. I sat back at the end of the street watching them go in and out of the house. Until I saw her, she had long black hair and walked out of the door with a paper in hand. The log, with Tys name.. my plan was working.. framing Ty could be the best thing to get me out of mess... this money could get me out of town and away from all of this.

So there it goes, I'll let my plan unravel in its path as I road trip to Iowa away from this mess with my bags of cash in hand..