Good Bye Miami

For the first time in my life, I’m in love, and I think she feels the same way about me. That’s the good news. The bad news is that we may have to break up, sort of. Shit happens; allow me to explain.

Her name is Jill; we met early on a Sunday morning. I was jogging along the beach at the water’s edge one minute and the next minute, I was splayed out in the sand. I had tripped over a woman’s recumbent body.

After the requisite apologies, we started talking. One thing led to another and we ended up having lunch together. That was eight months ago and we’ve barely been out of each other’s sight since.

Today is another Sunday much like the one when Jill and I met, but things are different now.

I’m an FBI agent assigned to the Miami field office and I was awakened at five o’clock this morning with an urgent phone call to report in immediately.  There was a terrorist threat. Hell this was the granddaddy of all threats. At 4:00 a.m., a phone call was received stating that there was a nuclear bomb planted within the city and at exactly 4:00 p.m., it would explode. The caller said there was a package sitting in the parking lot of the North Miami office that would authenticate the threat. It was a small nuclear bomb, minus the plutonium. An attached note said that plutonium was too valuable to give away. The note also said that if there were any effort to evacuate the populace, the bomb would be detonated the instant word hit the media.

Every law enforcement officer, city, state and federal, was called in. We were given gadgets that register radiation and we were assigned grids. Each person would drive his or her grid. If the meter went off, a team would be dispatched with equipment to pin point the emanations. Then the eggheads would dismantle the bomb. That was the plan.

We were ordered to tell no one of the threat, but there were many surreptitious phone calls made that morning telling family members to drive to West Palm Beach for the day. I made my own call, telling Jill that I had planned a romantic day for the two of us and asked if she would meet me in Boca Raton. I gave her the name of the hotel where I had made a reservation before calling her and said I’d be there by noon. She readily agreed, and now I know that she is safe.

So here it is nearing four o’clock and we’ll soon see if it was a hoax or not. The clock on the dashboard reads 3:59 . . . 4:00 . . . 4:01. Nothing! I’ll be damned, the whole thing was a . . .

9 thoughts on “Good Bye Miami

  1. Damn, you went out the easy way, Billy! Scrolling down while reading I already knew the story was too short to have a happy end, just didn’t know what it would be like, either a fake alarm or the explosion. But… I enjoyed reading 🙂


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