Back inside the house John answered the ringing telephone. "Hello?"
"Hey John, its Henry."
"Hey Henry, whats up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink later?"
"I suppose we could. Where were you thinking?"
"Dukes? At about quarter to 7?"
"Hm…" John didn't like the idea of going to a known cop bar with what he had done and was about to do. But John wanted the rush. "Sure sounds great. See you there Henry." John set the phone down on on the table and felt a surge of unease pass through him. He had a feeling this night was not going to go well. Thinking about calling Henry back and canceling, John picked up the phone. But he couldn't remember Henry's number. He pulled out his cell phone and found no contact. Well, he would just have to go and deal with this unease. Walking into the bathroom he opened the medicine cabinet. Finding Tums he swallowed two of them. Feeling slightly better he went back into the living room to sit and do more planning for his operation the following day.