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Chapter 8 – Go For a Ride

Marcus bought the newspaper and waited at the bus stop. The bus arrived on time and he got on, with James right behind. He said hello to the bus driver, and noticed Leon sitting near the front of the bus. He moved past him, and found his regular spot, behind the old lady who was chattering away as usual, the old man was sitting across from her and Dave was sitting in his usual spot also. James sat right behind Dave and Marcus.

“Hey mate” said Marcus.

“Marcus” nodded Dave. He seemed a little quiet.

“What's up?”

“Not much. What the hell happened to you on Saturday? You kinda left me in the lurch there mate”

“Really sorry mate. My friend just wouldn't let me go”. Marcus heard James clear his throat behind him.

Dave smiled. “Lucky you gave me that winner then hey? I will let you off this time. So what did you get up to?”. He was over it already.

“We had dinner, had a few drinks, met his family then came home yesterday”

“Ohh ok, I dropped into your place around lunchtime. You obviously wern't back yet. Mary wasn't home either”

“That's right, I forgot to tell you, Mary and the kids had to go to Adelaide, her uncle is sick”

“Bugger. Hope it will be ok. That was sudden”

“Yeah, should be ok hopefully” said Marcus.

Marcus opened up the form guide from inside the newspaper, He took a deep breath, and tried to relax. It was hard to concentrate under so much pressure, but he had to do it. Soon after, he felt a little better, and started to look at the from guide. A familiar feeling came over him, and as before, the names jumped right out at him, and he marked them on the paper accordingly. He was sure he got it right.

“I think I have got you hooked” remarked Dave, looking over at the form guide.

“Yeah it's all your fault. Actually I am just seeing if I can actually pick winners on the smaller race meetings”

“Not that it matters, you never put any money on them anyway”

“Hehe, true”

They soon arrived at their bus stop. Marcus left the newspaper on the seat as per instructed by Jimmy, for James to collect after he got off. Leon also got off at the same stop and followed Marcus and Dave until they reached the entrance of the factory, then kept walking past.

“There were a few new faces on the bus today, did you see?” said Dave.

“Nah, I didn't notice”

“Yeah. Couple of islander boys. You don't see many in these parts usually”

“Maybe they are here to play rugby or something”

“Hmm, maybe” said Dave.

The day progressed as any usual Monday. Dave and Marcus sat outside for lunch, and Marcus thought he caught a glimpse of Leon outside of the factory. Many times through the day Marcus had to restrain himself from his natural flight instinct. He could get away easy enough, after all, there was only three people and he knew this area better than anyone. But every time he thought of Mary and the kids so he could not even slightly risk their well being.

“So what did you do with the money? Did you tell Trina you won?” asked Marcus.

“Well, yes and no. I told her I won a little, not exactly how much though” said Dave with a grin.

“Haha, you are dodgy mate”

“Come on. I took her out to dinner on Saturday night, so she was happy”

“Fair enough”

“Well, you are sorta single for a while. You should go out and live it up a little”

“Nah, I think I will keep it pretty quiet” said Marcus.

“Well, come over for dinner one night through the week. You could probably do with the company”

“Thanks mate. I will let you know. If Mary ends up staying longer than expected I might have to go over there too”

“Keep us posted hey” said Dave.

“Will do. Quick question, have you ever hard of a place called Meeniyan? Maybe easst of Melbourne, out towards Sale or Warragul?”

“Ummm” Dave pondered.

“I think I might. But it's more towards the coast I think. Trina's brother lives in a place called Foster. I sort of recall driving through there, so it would be just after Leongatha, but I could be wrong. Maybe look it up on your phone. Why you asking anyway?”

“No reason, I was talking to this guy at the races on Saturday, he said he was from there. I forgot my phone at home too”

“Ok, cool, no worries”

The day ended and Dave and Marcus boarded the bus to go home, along with Leon and James. When they got to his bus stop, Marcus could see Jimmy waiting around the corner in the car. Marcus got off the bus along with James. They got into the car and then drove up and picked up Leon and were soon on their way back to the farm. As usual the blindfold went on after passing the city, and it was almost dark when they got back.

They drove into the garage, and as before, the roller door shut behind them. John was waiting there, he appeared to be polishing some pairs of shoes. “Hi Jimmy, hi boys, Marcus” he nodded.

“Jimmy, Marcus, in here” he pointed towards the kitchen.

'Here we go' Marcus thought. The thought crossed his mind to try and escape, break out Mary and the boys, Hollywood style. But he thought better of it. Something will have to give soon, he just needed to be alert. He knew roughly where he was, and was trying to formulate some sort of logistical plan should he able to leave here. He would give himself a better than even chance if he were alone, but he really had no choice with Mary and the boys with him. His only hope was alerting the authorities in some manner.

Jimmy and Marcus sat at the large dining table. John stood across from them, staring silently. “Ok Marcus. I am going to assume for the moment you are telling the truth. Did you hear any of the results today?”

Marcus shook his head. He felt sick. “Well, I will tell you. You picked eight horses, three of them were favourites. Two were around five or six to one. Three of them were around twenty to one, and the other one was at around eighty to one” said John.

Marcus nodded again. “Ok. Every single one of them won. Every single one. Unbelievable. How is it you can do that? Seriously? Maybe someone can do it once in their lifetime. But you have done it what, three or four times now in a matter of weeks? I have been in this game a long time, I have never seen anything like this”

“I see” Marcus was relieved. “So what now?”

“What now? What will happen now is you will do it for me a couple more times. Then you are free to go”

“A couple more times? You can't be serious. You do know that you will get into trouble for this don't you? You just can't hold us here as you like”

“Mate, I can do what I want. I am calling the shots here. When are you meant to work next?”

“Thursday and Friday”

“Perfect. This is what is going to happen. We do the same thing as we did today on Thursday and Friday. If your horses win like they should on Saturday, you are free to go”

“Forgive me for saying this, but I can't really believe you” Marcus said evenly.

“But wait, there's more. The steak knives, as they would say on television. Saturday is Derby day. No one got the pick six last week, so it has jack potted to this week. With the extra fools who will want a piece of the action, the pool is looking like nearing 120 million. Nothing to be sneezed at. Here is what we do. You give me Saturdays winners, I give you ten percent of whatever I win. Just remember, I can choose to give you bugger all. So consider it a compensation payment for this week you have been our guest. So up to twelve million. Now how does that sound?”

Marcus pondered for a while. There was no way this prick would give him the money but he had no choice but to play along. “Ok, I can live with that” he said.

“Excellent” replied John. “You guys must be hungry. Dinner is on it's way, pizza again unfortunately”

“Can I go?” asked Marcus.

“Why? We were having so much fun. Yeah, go on mate”

Marcus left the kitchen and started to walk across to the bungalow where Leon was standing outside, smoking. As he walked past, he remarked “You know those things will kill you right?”. Leon didn't answer. He entered and waited for dinner.

Meanwhile, back at the farm house, Jimmy and John were chatting. “Are you really going to give that idiot ten percent?” asked Jimmy.

“Are you kidding me? Do you think I got here by just giving money away?”

“I see. How do we do it?”

“Same as usual I guess. The pigs haven't eaten meat for a while”

“Hehe true” chuckled Jimmy. “So the boys will take care of it?”.

“Yeah” said John. “Get them to do the idiot first. Just one in the head, no hassles, just straight forward. Take him down the back to the pigs. Then come back for the others, same again. We will go to the races as normal on Saturday, and they will take care of it then”

“Usual price?”

“Nah, give them 200 grand each. It is four people after all”

“No worries” replied Jimmy.

Marcus ate his pizza and headed to bed. His head was spinning. He had no idea what to do, or how to get out of this predicament. One thing was for sure though, he knew he had to get out of here by Saturday, or it was all over. But how? He had the next two days off, he surely will come up with something by then.

The next two days passed mundanely. Marcus pottered around the bungalow, watched television and ate. He didn't see Jimmy or John at all, which suited him down to the ground. If he ever got his hand around either one of their necks, he would never let go. He pondered an escape through the night. He had his work tools here, he could use them to break out of his room via the window. The real trick would be to get up to the second floor to get Mary and the kids. He missed them so much, they had never spent this long apart. He wondered how much they had been told, and what state they were in. He decided that Saturday he would make a last ditch effort, who knows what may happen by then. He was not going to go quietly.

On Thursday, they played out the same scenario on the bus, at work. Nothing had changed, same people on the bus, same day at work. Marcus picked every winner on Thursday again, and John was over the moon. “Mate, if we win big, I might give you more than ten percent” he said with a wink.

'Bullshit' Marcus thought. 'We will see about that hey'.

On Friday, Marcus was chatting to Dave on the bus. “I might have to fly to Adelaide tomorrow mate” he said.

“Oh really? That's no good”

“Yeah looks like Mary's uncle isn't going to pull through”

“Bugger. Give her all my best” said Dave solemnly.

“Thanks mate”

“Do you need a lift to the airport?”

“Nah, all good, I will get one of those airport shuttles”

He marked all of the selections on the newspaper and left it on the seat of the bus, as per usual and went to work. As he was leaving work in the afternoon, he realised that this could be his last day alive. There was so much he wanted to do and say. Even Dave was a little confused when Marcus shook his hand before leaving the bus. “You are a good friend, Dave”

“Mate, you are only going to Adelaide, not Siberia”

“Yeah I know. But you never know hey. See you next week sometime”

“Yeah seeya mate. Give my regards to Mary and the kids”

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