Thriller Thursday 4 10
Hey it’s Chris,
It’s been busy, but that’s a good thing, right?
I’ve got a ton of stuff for you today, so let’s dive right in:
First, get a FREE COPY OF DEEP DIVE — an ACTION ADVENTURE THRILLER today.
Then check out Lakefront below, for some more action adventures- would you help Rex or go to the police?
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Now here’s some LAKEFRONT for you:
The lake was calm at 9:00 in the morning, too early for the big boats to start running.
Rex Dial sat on the edge of the dock watching the sun ripple off the dark waters. It was his dock, a giant monstrosity that stretched behind him over 75 feet to the lake shore. It had 54 slips, one for each of the condominiums he planned to build into the bare, scarred land on the hill above the dock.
The skeleton of the building was in place, and the model unit was complete. The 2200 square foot decorator’s unit was next to his small office, right off the main parking lot of the development. He had selected a top of the line interior designer to decorate the model unit, keeping the furnishings elegant but Spartan. People had to see themselves in a room, and too much bric-brac could interfere with that.
The lines of the building were clean and tight, the Mediterranean theme starting to show through as balconies were added and wrought iron grillwork bolted in place.
The development, his baby, Dial’s Aisle would be complete in six months. His logo, a giant silver sundial rested on top of a natural stone monument beside the drive. He had worked on the project for months, conceiving the plan in his early twenties, and working up the seed funding before his twenty-eighth birthday.
He was now a bona-fide real estate developer with all of the headaches, hassles and potential rewards involved with it. The payoff would make him a millionaire before he was thirty. If the bank didn’t force him out before then.
Right on cue, he heard the deep throated rumble of a Harley Davidson wheel into the parking lot. His loan officer, Billy Ray Tulsey sat on the bike, his balding head glowing in the morning sun. Billy Ray waved at Rex as he swung a leg over the Hog and dismounted. He grabbed a leather messenger bag and slung it over one shoulder, then made his way to the end of the dock.
“Where’s your boat?” he asked.
Rex pointed to the Marina across the channel.
“Tweaking the engine.”
Rex had a 46 foot Scarabthat he had customized with a bio-diesel electric hybrid engine. He sacrificed 150 horse powers, but gained a virtually unlimited fuel source in used vegetable oil.
“You get fries with that?” joked Billy Ray.
An unfortunate side effect of Rex’s boat was the exhaust smelled like warm French fries.
“I’m trying to get those horses back,” he answered.
“Good luck.”
Billy Ray pulled an Adirondack next to Rex, and balanced the briefcase on his knees.
“I’ve been holding this off for three weeks,” he started. “But my boss brought it to me this morning and told me to get on it.”
“What’s the damage?” Rex winced.
The first round of his construction loan was ending, and he owed an interest payment.
“One-twenty-three,” said Billy Ray. He held out a yellow sheet of paper with the figures in a nice row.
“Due?” He knew the answer. Ten days. But if he could squeeze an extra five to ten more, it might help.
“Ten days,” his friend answered. “I tried to get another extension, but . . .”
He let it dangle. Rex knew his friend was fighting for him as much as possible.
“I’ll do it,” Rex told him.
“That’s why I’m here, buddy. Mr. Eubanks wants to know how.”
“What does it matter how? I said I’d do it.”
Billy Ray held up a hand.
“I’m on your side here, but I still have to explain to him, and he wants something in writing.”
“Tell him I’ll sell some more units at pre-construction.”
“He won’t buy it. No one is buying you right now.”
Billy Ray waved at the virtually deserted site behind him.
“It’s nine o’clock in the morning Rex, where are your workers? Where’s the activity?”
“It’s happening.”
“Yeah, I know, but not fast enough. If you don’t cover this payment, then Mr. Eubanks is going to foreclose and take this off your hands at a premium.”
Rex ran his hand through his hair, and gazed across the water.
“He’s done it before,” said Billy Ray. “And I can’t stop it from happening to you. You’ve got to help me help you.”
The two men sat in silence. The water slapped against the black float tubes underneath the wooden planks. Across the channel, an engine roared, popped and roared again.
“I’ve got an idea,” Rex said after a moment.
“It’s never going to work,” exclaimed Billy Ray.
He and Rex sat in the small two room office just off the entrance to Dial Aisle. From the window, Rex had an awesome view of the narrow lake cove and the giant silver sundial monument guarding the front entrance.
“Of course it’s going to work,” said Rex. “People do it all of the time.”
“Other people. People who know what they’re doing. Just not you. I’m not saying you can’t do it Rex-“
“That’s exactly what you’re saying.”
“All right, that’s what I’m saying. You can’t do it and your job too. Ever heard of spreading yourself too thin?”
“Look,” said Rex. “I’ve got Lars here to oversee his subcontractors. We’re doing the bathrooms next anyway, so he’s got to install two per unit, plus tiling. Having me here is just adding to his worries, and he can handle it. Any problems come up, I’ll just be 100 yards offshore.”
“What about sales?” asked Billy Ray. “You still need to sell the units.”
“I explained it to you. We shoot the show and edit it in one week. We go on the air in two weeks. We run for six or eight or however long we can afford to, and we’ve got a thirty minute long commercial that’s bringing people through the doors.”
“You hope.”
“No, I know. We’ve got some of the best fishing in Southern Missouri and people just don’t know about it. I’m going to tell them.”
“But you don’t know anything about fishing. You don’t know how to make a tv show.”
“Sure I do,” said Rex. “That was my minor in college.”
“Then why didn’t you do it?”
“Who knows? I wanted to make money first and I got into real estate. The point is, I know how to make a show. I know the process, and I know how to get it on the air. I bet I can even get it on The Outdoor Network, or local Saturday morning. I can tell people about Dial Aisle without anyone realizing that’s what they’re being told. I can do it.”
Rex looked at his friend, pleading.
Billy Ray finally nodded.
“You know, when you told me you were going to put in condo’s on this water, I didn’t think you could do it. But you said you could, and you did. If you tell me you can do this, then I’m going to believe you.”
“Billy Ray, I can do this.”
Billy Ray nodded.
“Tell me what you need.”
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