Not Off the Hook
IT services in Fort Worth sometimes involve unsavory characters: the kind that can get you killed. That’s what happened to Mike Michaels, a CIA agent who Kevin Welch had found dead in a park on a Friday. He then found the man’s apartment a mess and notified the authorities, who let him go before asking some questions they apparently forgot… until an inconvenient time when Kevin was working. He received a phone call that wasted no time on small talk: “We got one more question for you, Welch,” Detective James graveled out, “Why didn’t you stay with the body in the park?”
Kevin rolled his eyes. He was in the workshop of his dad’s IT company… and busy. “I was scared. I didn’t want whoever killed Michaels to kill me.”
“So, you went to his apartment?”
“What else would I do?”
There was heavy breathing on the other line. “You ain’t makin’ this easy, Welch.”
“What are you talking about? I told you all I know! Aren’t you the detective? Figure it out!” And Kevin hung up. He was irritated enough to swallow a pill then, which he did. The pills helped him work, but were becoming less effective. He was building a tolerance. Also, they made him antsy; he always had to go for a walk.
Kevin popped his collar and took a walk through the neighborhood to the convenience store, his head lost in thoughts. What had he gotten himself into? While buying a pack of gum, he saw something strange: a man with dark sunglasses and a crewcut reading a newspaper. It was 2017; who read newspapers anymore? Kevin shook his head and made his way home.
He would’ve thought nothing of it and continued developing top-tier applications for IT services in Fort Worth and surrounding area, had he not seen the same guy sitting in a Walmart reading what looked like the same paper all the way across town, and just as Kevin made his weekly snack-run. It was the same crewcut, the same glasses, everything. And as soon as the man noticed Kevin, it seemed his newspaper got higher on his face and his head more hidden by its stretching pages.
“Strange,” Kevin muttered and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. This was easier said than done, as he saw the same man at the dollar store, at the movies, and even at a little Chinese place Kevin thought he and his father were the only patrons of. “Am I hallucinating? Is this real?”
Kevin would have to forestall his development of IT services in Fort Worth, get off the drug, and see if the strange man kept following him. “Because who reads a newspaper today?” Kevin rationalized, “It’s gotta be a hallucination.” To keep himself sharp when without the drug’s influence, he mentally went through a list of CTG Tech applications including:
• Managed Services
• Managed Cloud
• IT Security Management
• Varying IT Projects
…among other things. Perhaps it was this mental clarity which then clenched his stomach when he looked up. There was no way he was hallucinating the crewcut man reading his paper in the alley this time… Kevin wasn’t on the drugs. He had to admit the reality: he was being followed.