The preschooler was creating a storm in the café – crawling
under tables, ripping open sugar sachet and his distracted mother was too busy
touching up her already two-inch thick of makeup, as she twirled her soft
curls. Thankfully for Ezra, she was the perfect parent who won’t throw a wet
blanket on his plans.
Caleb Malkovich Jr. was the only child to the notorious
business tycoon and his former beauty pageant winner wife. Ezra had been
observing their every move for the past fifteen days and today was finally the
day. Ezra had rehearsed his every move in his head.
Beads of sweat were already trickling down his back,
dampening his leather jacket. His lower lip quivered from the mere thought of
pulling out a gun, grabbing the boy and shoving him in the backseat of his station
wagon; even though his mind said that he had to do this for Aria, who was
running out of time, laying helplessly on the hospital bed waiting for her dad
to pay for her heart transplant. “She doesn’t have much time.” The words of Dr.
Byron rang in his head.
He checked the chamber and the gun was fully loaded. He
double-knotted his shoelaces and convinced himself that he was prepared for it
although his body felt stiff and tense. Just then, Ella Malkovich called for
the bill and her son.
They got up and started walking towards her black SUV that
was parked at the corner. Ezra paced himself to stay two feet behind, just the
right distance. He would pull out his temporary Nokia 3310 and dial her number.
According to his plan, this was when she would let Caleb’s hand go and start
looking for her phone in her handbag.
As he pressed ‘call’, he heard a phone ringing from behind
him and her voice yelling out, “Oh, shoot! Not again!’’ as she turned around
and her eyes met Ezra’s.
He smiled at her and knew that very moment that Aria had to
give her poor father a little more time…
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