Tangled Webs We Weave

STORY GUIDE

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Tangled Webs We Weave: The Summary

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A group of twenty people are gunned down by a spree killer at a restaurant during the middle of an afternoon rush. A few survive but many of them die.

This story is about who those people are as there are many tales to tell of each individual that lead them to this fateful day.

Some are good people, some are ordinary people and there are those that are very, very bad people.

Many of these individuals are interconnected ranging from brief interactions to extremely close ties as the story is told over a eight day period.

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Author's Note: I have used the likeness of actors to and actresses to depict the characters in the story. Each chapter will accompany pictures of the characters likeness. They are in no way affiliated with the author.

Prologue: Glimpses & Guacamole

2011-02-07T21:31:00.000-08:00

"Lenda" by Werther

The line of five cars dwindled to two in the drive thru lane as David headed in through the side door. He stepped in to see two longer lines heading towards the counter and kicked himself mentally for stopping here in the first place.

Lighting in the restaurant was warm which accentuated the colorful textured walls which helped calm most of the hungry customers.

David's stomach let out a rather loud grumble as a little girl passed in front of him and acknowledged that she heard the sound. He looked at her, tilted his head to the side with a shrug of his shoulders, which was followed by a smile from each of them.

“Jesus, this line is taking forever,” Thomas told his wife who was typing an e-mail into her blackberry barely listening to his complaint.

“Well, I told you,” she finished typing, “we should have just headed straight to my mothers and we could of eaten by now."

“I wouldn’t feed her food to a stray cat.”

“Do you ever have anything nice to say?”

“Sorry, honey," he sarcastically smirked, "Not when I'm feeling hungrier than a hostage.”

Staci placed an order for a Fiesta Chicken Salad and felt a warm, inner glow as she felt Dwight squeeze her hand as he ordered three fish tacos with a side of white rice and black beans.

“I won't be coming back” Jimmy talked into his cellphone, “it's something I can explain better when I see you face to face. Okay, I'll pick you up at seven”. He closed his phone and checked his Mavado watch to see that he would have plenty of time to sit down and eat before heading to the Miami International Airport.

"This is the longest line in history of long lines," Dustin griped to his brother and friend. They were all looking like they were rung through the ringer one too many times. Clothes disheveled. Hair sticking out in all kinds of places. Heads ringing like a school bell. Completely stuck in Hangover hell.

"I know you are well versed in long lines but do you think whining will make the line move any faster?" his friend Mike said.

"Yeah, quit you're bitching. I got a fucking headache," his brother Timothy snapped as he dug in his pocket pulled out a hand full of crumpled dollars.

"Hey, ya mind the language?" Dwight turned and gave them a light hearted scowl. When he turned back towards the counter the three of them looked at each other and tried to contain their laughter.

In the middle of the restaurant April looked out the window and saw Spanish Bob pull into the parking lot in his white 2002 Firebird Coupe. Her heartbeat fluttered when she saw his brother Juan get out of the passenger side door. For a split second she thought about sneaking out the back entrance but remained in the plush leather booth and took a sip of her margarita.

Julie flipped through a Palm Beach County Apartment Guide as she stirred her green tea with a plastic spoon. She felt a sense of good things to come as she took a look around the restaurant. The man sitting in the booth parallel to her looked away as she glanced at him. Then he got up, grabbed his two duffel bags, and headed to the back towards the restrooms.

She didn't notice the two guys on the opposite side of the dining area snickering as they watched her intently.

"Fucking jackpot, man," Lonnie beamed while inhaling his coca cola through a straw.

"Calm the fuck down," Donnie said as he took a bite of his chicken and rice burrito then whispered, "look at this fucking weirdo."

Marvin sat down and saw those two guys looking over at him and then began to eat his meal. He was famished and had no choice but to stop to eat before getting on with more of his work back in the Glades.

Remy and Nicoli were sitting at the table behind Marvin and thought the two idiots were eyeballing them.

"Fucking Americans," Nicoli shook his head.

"Easy brother, we are about to seal this deal with Juan," Remy replied, "As soon as it's done we can go back to Sochi and live off the royalties."

At the counter Dino "T-Bone" Silavnte was ordering what seemed to be enough food to feed a small family. "No, the burrito is with cheese and sour cream and the tacos are with salsa and extra cheese," he said almost disgustedly.

"I'm sorry, sir, as you can see it's a bit hectic in here today," Casey replied and then went to the soda machines to fill his extra large drink.

"Like that guy needs another burrito," Patricia leaned in to whisper as she walked by with a basket of chips and salsa. It was another eventful day at the Prickly Pear Cantina & Grill in the less famous Hollywood.

Hollywood, Florida.

Intro: Second Glimpse

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"Travelling" by Larry Gold

MARCH 25, 2010

College co-ed, Staci Klugon, age 26, is on the way to her mother's summer home in Coral Springs, Florida from Roberts Wesleyan College in Rochester, New York. As the leaves of the spring season blossom in their full glory she thinks of it as if it’s a reflection of her own bright future.

Being exhausted from exams and ultimately depleted from dorm room drama she feels a sense of freedom from her college life as she looks towards the approaching landscape. At this moment, Staci is cruising along in her red Volkswagen Beetle listening to her favorite song since she was six. It is The Eighth Symphony in E Flat Major, which is engulfing her essence in the worst way.

She loved the piece so much she wrote a paper on it for her final exam in Music History. She was astonished to find out that Gustav Mahler described the finale to his friend Willem Mengelberg that "it was as if one were to try to imagine the whole universe beginning to ring and resound. These are no longer human voices, but planets and suns revolving."

As the music reaches its crescendo so does she as an eighteen wheeler passes her car slowly on the left.

With one hand on the wheel and the other hand on her pocket vibrator she enters a climax and almost loses control of her car. She gasps and gains control of her vehicle and then looks up to see the truck driver flashing a smile and honking his horn. Staci looks down to see the rabbit still in her patch under her skirt and shakes her head while muttering to herself sarcastically, “Men…what are they good for?”

Just then her phone rings breaking her concentration once more and she slows the car down letting the rig barrel right by her right side. She presses the button on her bluetooth answering the call from her mother.

"Hey, mom... yep, I am on the Jersey turnpike. No traffic yet but I will stop by Sara's for a few hours so I can avoid the rush hour... no, I will be fine... well... I will check in with her to see if I can stay overnight... alright... okay... love you too... goodbye"

Ten year veteran truck driver, Dwight Mooney, had been pulling a 12-hour shift trying to move a load of Atlantic Salmon and Lobsters from Belfast, Maine down into Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The only thing he can do in order to pull this off is to keep awake and alert with as much speed his last paycheck allowed him to buy.

His previous haul ended with himself being hauled into Motor Vehicle court for one point less than too many on his CDL. He had been caught speeding three times the past year and one of those times he was in an improper lane. One more infraction and he'd be riding the bus back to Boston.

If he doesn’t make it down to Pennsylvania in time the fish will turn worst than his luck. Once he's in the Quaker State he will be hooked up with a load of Amish furniture and fireplaces to be shipped down to sunny Florida. His mind boggles why the hell people in sunny Florida would need fake fireplaces.

As Dwight looks up ahead on the road he sees a red Punch Buggy doing only 55 in a 75 and knows he doesn’t have time for slowpokes. As he speeds up he looks down to give this driver a mouth full when he sees that the young lady driving has her hands filled.

Dwight instantly comprehends that the driver to his left is pleasuring herself as much as he wishes he was pleasuring himself. Then in a flash of an instant his scowl turns into a smile as he reaches up to blow his horn in approval. However, he does not notice that the black Audi A8 in front of her is veering into his lane.

Judy and Thomas Molvere were in marriage for twelve years and knew each other four years prior. For the past several months ugliness in the marriage was rearing it's head as Thomas' faithfullness came into question. Judy worked as a Lawyer in Manhattan for the prestigous law firm Davis, Polk and Wardwell where she was currently handling a case with a team of attorneys suing the CEO of Wallace Enterprises for embezzlment.

Thomas stayed home and picked up their twins, Tina and Rudy, from their 5th grade classes at Ridge Street Elementary and then transported them from one activity to the next. In between soccer, ballet, pee-wee football and gymnastics he showered them with infinite love and support. He also took care of the groceries, cleaning, laundry and whatever else a stay at home dad would do in this day and age.

"I told you that your sister just has these things in her head," Thomas said as he shifted to face Judy from the passenger seat, "I never hit on Carol or her - that is just insane!"

"So my sister is a liar?"

"She's just likes to push buttons - what the hell else does she have to do? She sits home all day and spends Frank's money on the Home Shopping Network."

"You're one to talk..."

"I never buy crap off of television... the internet... maybe"

"No, I meant sitting home all day"

"Oh, ok... yeah like I don't have my hands filled with Tina and Rudy. You have no fucking clue"

"Well, there we go with the language again..."

"Oh, get a fucking grip. You are so self righteous sometimes it is sickening."

"Ok, well then fuck you, you fucking cheating asshole," tears held back came pouring out of the floodgates that were her eyelids, "I found her fucking panties in our laundry basket!" She began swerving in and out of lanes until their fight was interrupted by an 18-wheeler, whose horn signal was blaring, and force of motion was barreling straight towards them.

Jimmy Palrone was driving a black Lincoln Town Car, south from New York City and had just made a stop at a log cabin in the Pokanoes with his friend Johnny Passarelli. However, Mr. Passarelli was not going to be doing any kind of R&R as his torso, head, arms and legs were all disassembled in the back of Jimmy’s trunk in two custom designed, insulated, freeze packed aluminum suitcases.

It was a favor that Jimmy had done for one the bosses out of Rhode Island when Mr. Passarelli got caught sleeping with the boss’ mistress. Jimmy had been the one who had caught Johnny with his tighty whities down to his ankles and told him it was out of his hands not knowing it really wasn’t. After he was given the orders he led Jimmy under the false assumption that he was helping him skip out of town after he already fled back to his cousin's house in Bensonhurst.

He felt some relief in the fact that he would have at least a week out of town even though it was under rather dire circumstances. After turning on the radio to clear his head he peered over to his right and saw three kids in a silver Mercedes CLS passing by. It looked like they were getting high as they passed what looked like a joint to each other. Then they all looked over at Jimmy and gave him the thumbs up. Jimmy gave them the finger.

Mike Wallace was with Dustin and Timothy III Irving in his $80,000.00 Mercedes that his father had bought him. They were on an east coast road trip which started in Bangor, Maine after they took off a week early from the colleges in upstate New York for their spring break.

Dustin and Tim's father, Timothy II, was a CEO of the Wallace Enterprises whom Mike's great grandfather founded in the 1920's. From its roots as a small newspaper in New York it was now s multimedia corporation which yearly grossed in the billions of dollars.

The Irving's second stepmother, Desiree, turned to be as easy going as she was easy. This made it even easier for Tim and Dustin to get away with all kinds of antics which their father would turn a blind eye to the majority of the time. It was expected that they excel in their studies and possibly get some high paying positions in the company.

On the other hand, Mike's path was already laid out for him directly to a chair on the board of directors. Going to college was just a formality that didn't require much learning on his part as his family basically funded the school enough for everyone to worship the ground he threw up on.

Drugging and driving was an ordinary thing for them and none of these knuckleheads could care less whether it was legal or not. If they got busted, their parent’s lawyers would bust back the cop who made the charge from highway patrol to poop patrol with one phone call.

Mike was at the helm, this time, and took a pull off the joint as he sped up next to a black Lincoln Town Car. They all looked over to see who they thought would be a Livery Cab driver and gave him the thumbs up as Mike held up the joint. The guy in the car simply frowned and gave them the finger.

CHAPTER 1: The Andersons

2011-02-05T08:37:00.000-08:00

"Good Times" by Eric Burdon & The Animals

“You fucking simpleton,” Donnie Anderson exclaimed as he rubbed the chalk on the tip of his cue and rounded the table to where his brother Lonnie had just missed the eight ball in the right corner pocket which cost them another hundred dollars,” you shoot like a heroin addict with a nervous twitch!”

“Geez, Donnie,” Lonnie replied in a mellow tone,” don’t worry bro, we’ll make it back, and that I can promise”. With that Lonnie opened his jacket to flash the shiny nickel-plated piece he had tucked in a holster. Instead of infuriating Donnie it actually delivered a sense of equal calm to him.

“Okay, let’s raise the stakes on this next round, how about double?” Donnie asked the two men on the opposite side of the table who were nursing two beers while smoking Benson and Hedges.

“Two bills?” the taller one with a pony tail replied as he set down his beer,” how do we know you’re good for it? Let’s see some green on the table.”

Without missing a beat Donnie dropped two hundred dollar bills on the table as Lonnie began racking the balls up. Then Donnie motioned to the waitress behind the bar flashing a peace sign and drawing his two fingers towards his face. In a minute she came over with two shots and two beers for him and his brother.

“You boys sure you want to lay down two?” the shorter one said as he sipped his beer,” you’re going to end up owing us $200 besides those two on the table." He stubbed out his cigarette on an aluminum ashtray filled with cigarette butts. "So you really might want to save those drinks for after to nurture the wounds of your inevitable defeat.”

“Shit,” Donnie replied with a cocky tone,” you ever seen ‘Drunken Master’?”

“Yeah, I have,” the taller one replied with his cigarette dangling from his lips. He stood up from the bar stool with his stick in his hand and made a clean break without thinking twice and dropped two solid balls in opposite corner pockets.

“Well, Jackie Chan ain’t got shit on me when it comes to tossing back a few and shooting some pool,” Donnie explained,” and my brother, well, let’s just say he’s got a few tricks up his sleeve that rival those of Mr. Chan”. After missing the next shot the tall guy stepped aside for Donnie to shoot. He slammed the shot, sucked down half of the mug of cold beer and proceeded to knock 3 stripes in the far two pockets.

The next five minutes flew by as the colored balls knocked back and forth against the green carpet while Donnie and Lonnie cleaned up the stripes and eight ball with utmost swiftness . Then they went on to double that and then double it again to walk away with two bills each. As Donnie went to the wranglers room Lonnie watched the taller one talking to his buddy while finishing off their pitcher of beer. As Donnie came back to the table he saw the nod from his brother informing him of the events about to possibly transpire.

“So, you fellas want to go for double or nothing again?” the short one asked as he chalked his pool stick.

“No, I think we’re about done here,” Donnie replied while picking up his jacket and grabbing his cigarettes off the bar table,” thanks for the offer though.”

“My friend, Otis, may be a little too polite,” the taller one said approaching Donnie with his pool stick in hand,” you are going to play another round.”

“Oh,” Donnie retorted,” why didn’t you just say so?” With that Donnie snatched the pool stick from him and threw it over to Lonnie who caught it with one hand without missing a beat. “So you want to play another round? You didn’t say of what? So allow me to decide the game we play. How about, let’s say, me kicking the shit out of you and then we can call it a day?”

Otis sprang up at those words to back up his friend, Jim, who now had millions of thoughts racing through his mind. One of them being the image of his parole officer finding out he wasn’t down at the docks unloading electronics from Japan but rather at a bar getting in a scuffle with someone over gambling. Donnie let him chew on his thoughts for a moment and then proceeded to walk out of the bar with Lonnie following him.

As soon as they walked outside into the chilly fall environment of Trenton, New Jersey they each threw on their sunglasses. Lonnie heard the door open and close behind them and without turning around raised his right fist to smack Otis directly in his eye. Otis dropped to the ground grasping his left eye, which was smarting terribly with pain. Donnie stretched and then turned around to deliver a swift kick to Otis’ stomach and then turned to Lonnie.

“What a nice day it is, bro,” Donnie said, “let’s go get something to eat. I've worked up quite an appetite beating those losers.”

“Literally,” Lonnie replied as he flicked his cigarette butt on Otis who was curled up on the pavement,” and you know what? I’m feeling in a generous mood so I’m buying.”

“Let’s roll,” Donnie concurred as he spit on Otis and then they strolled down the block.

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ALL THE CHARACTERS

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April Summers

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Casey Cohen

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David Shamir

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Desiree Irving

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Detective Max Morrison

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Detective Ronald Sandstone

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Detective Stephen Sommers

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Dwight Mooney

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Flounder

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Nicoli Petrovski

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Morvella

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Dino "T-Bone" Silvante

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Juan Alverez

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Jessie Samuels

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Julie Mayflower

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Judy Molvere

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Jimmy Palrone

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Timothy Irving III

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Timothy Irving II

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Thomas Molvere

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Spanish Bob Alvarez

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Renaldo Cortez

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Remy Petrovski

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Patricia Williams

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Morty Shaw

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Michael

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Mike Wallace

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Marvin

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Tamara (Dwight's Girlfriend)

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Lonnie and Donnie Anderson

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Johnny Passarelli

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Dustin Irving

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Staci Klugon

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Melinda Jones

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