The Fixer's Mess
By Orr Agam
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When Duncan orders Max to “fix” a newspaper story about an alleged affair between Duncan and a stripper named London, things begin to unravel.
Max gets caught up in a murder scheme and is forced to go on the run. As he tries to get himself out from under this mess, he must take on Duncan’s close circle of creepy employees, family, and disturbing secrets.
Now Max must use his skills and unethical tactics as Duncan’s fixer to maneuver himself out of prison while remaining in one piece. Will Max be able to fix his very own mess?
Orr Agam
Orr Agam was born in Daly City, CA, and currently lives with his girlfriend and dog in San Francisco. He earned a Bachelor of Art in English from San Diego State University and a Master’s Degree in Middle Eastern Politics from Ben-Gurion University. When not writing Bay Area-based mysteries, he coaches basketball for several San Francisco Clubs and High Schools. He is a devout fanatic of the Bay Area professional basketball team The Golden State Warriors.
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THE FIXER’S MESS
Orr Agam
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Rev. date: 12/17/2020
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To my mother,
Nitza,
and
father,
Ofer,
for their unconditional love
and constant support.
CONTENTS
PART I
The Fixer
Chapter 1 Personal Lawyer
Chapter 2 Barney’s Bagels
Chapter 3 Dirty Sand
Part II
The Mess
Chapter 4 All In
Chapter 5 The Smart Bet
Chapter 6 Board Pieces
Part III
The Fix
Chapter 7 Pickles and Doughnuts
Chapter 8 Closing Time
Chapter 9 Loose Ends
Epilogue
PART I
The Fixer
CHAPTER 1
Personal Lawyer
San Francisco, California
1.
I did not get on a fucking red-eye from New York to be treated like an asshole. If his only intention was to humiliate me and throw me out of his office like a dog, I ought to have a good night’s sleep. What kind of person demands that his lawyer urgently fly cross-country just to be yelled at in person rather than over the phone? A narcissistic psychopath compelled to prove his control and domination over my body and soul. I was used to being a frequent target of his temper tantrums, but to be called an incompetent prick without having slept a wink was another thing altogether. I would have paid anything to have punched him in his bulgy stomach and see his disheveled blond
hair and crinkly red face writhing in pain. Even as this fantasy played in my mind, I knew I was kidding myself. I loved the bastard, and he knew it. He could shoot someone in the middle of Fifth Avenue, and I would still support him.
San Francisco sits near cold ocean waters, which brings in wind and fog during the summer, making it the coldest city in America during this time. So, despite it being the middle of July, I was freezing my tuchus off without anywhere to go. My only client, Duncan Thomas, deemed this necessary punishment for the lousy job I had done with my assignment.
Being one of the biggest hotel magnates in the world, Duncan had blacklisted me from all his hotel properties. He’d even made sure his hotel mogul friends followed suit. Most people would not be so petty to go to these extremes just to prove a point, but no one on this planet was like Duncan.
The little whore wouldn’t accept the offer. Was I supposed to make her take the money? Did Duncan expect me to put a gun to her head and make her sign the paper in front of me like some mobster? Was it possible that he expected those activities
from me? Hopefully, that question did not need an answer anytime soon. I had said vicious things to a lot of people on Duncan’s behalf, including threats of violence, but I had never actually followed through with them. If he did not think I was up to the job, I suppose he could find someone else to take care of this particular mess. That would hurt me professionally and emotionally. But if I were completely honest, it would also be a huge relief. I enjoyed playing a tough guy, but I had been brought up to be a good Jewish boy from Brooklyn.
I ordered a ride to some cheap shithole located at Ocean Beach. In New York, I got to places sitting in the back of a yellow taxi. I appreciated the smell of leather seats and the barrier between the driver and the rider. There was something nice about knowing exactly what you were going to get. These days, I order an Uber from my phone, and any type of crappy car could show up. This ride-sharing garbage just wasn’t for me, but there weren’t too many cabs left, especially in this city.
It was freezing next to the ocean when I arrived at my small motel. It was not the Ritz, but at least I could fall asleep to the sound of the huge Pacific waves. I had been in such a rush when I’d schlepped here from New York that I hadn’t had time to pack any luggage. The only clothes I had on me were the custom Italian suit and shoes I was wearing. I asked the kid working the desk for slippers and a bathrobe. He shrugged and gave me a bunch of hand towels and a flattened box of cardboard instead.
Too tired and upset to care how small my room was, I slipped into my makeshift robe and collapsed on the shabby twin single bed. I attempted to sleep, but after five minutes, I decided it was a futile effort. I was still pissed about Duncan’s outburst but also worried he had not reached out since then. Calling him was out of the question. It would make me look weak, and Duncan hated weakness more than anything—except disloyalty.
Should I try with the stupid bitch again? If it were to go sideways, I would be in trouble with not only Duncan but also the law. And as I was a lawyer, the latter came with severe consequences, particularly in this city, since I’d received my juris doctorate from Golden Gate Bridge Law School of San Francisco. It was actually through my school connections that I met Duncan. In the intervening years between then and now, a lot of bullshit happened, most of which was better forgotten—for Duncan and me.
Along with a pair of sandals and large black sweatpants, I bought a T-shirt with an animated drawing of the city, a cartoon heart in the middle and a caption—I left my heart in San Francisco
—from a nearby thrift store on Taraval. I looked like a putz, but in San Francisco, this attire was acceptable. If I wore these clothes in Manhattan, New Yorkers would either hand me their loose change or yell at me to get a job already.
I was so anxious anticipating Duncan’s call that I walked the boardwalk to relax. I was struck how lost I was without Duncan, even for the short time it had been since he’d thrown me out on my ass. Luckily, I didn’t have the luxury to contemplate what that signified about me right now.
I traveled farther uphill past the end of the boardwalk to Lands End. Instead of appreciating the beautiful view of the Sutro Baths perfectly placed in front of the Pacific Ocean, I checked my phone and saw Duncan had not called or texted. Suddenly, I felt a tingle slowly rise from my feet to my chest, along with a feverish forehead and a developing cold sweat.
My phone chimed, alerting me I’d received a text from Duncan. He demanded I come the hell back
to his hotel immediately. The tingling vanished as fast as it had appeared. I ran down back toward my motel to put on my suit and receive my marching orders from Duncan.
2.
I said cash! Why didn’t we pay with cash?
Duncan’s face notoriously turned ruby red when he yelled in frustration, and he was frustrated most of the time. Duncan functioned in three moods—happy, angry, and horny. In every mood, he was a humongous asshole. If he was angry at the same entity you were, there was no one you’d rather have on your side in a fight. On the flip side, if you were on the other (in other words, the short) end of the stick, it was preferable to be anyone else in the known universe.
She took the money. I wouldn’t worry about it—
What the fuck did you say? Are you telling me not to worry?
Duncan yelled, verbally cutting off my head midsentence.
Look,
I said, squirming in my seat, I’m going to fix this. That is what I do. I fix things for you. That is why I am telling you—I mean, suggesting for you—not to worry.
Shove your suggestion up your ass, Max! You don’t fix things. You just make a mess, and this time, you fucked me!
Duncan shook his head in disgust.
I’m sorry, boss. I thought cash would seem inappropriate. The only reason people pay with cash is so it can’t be traced, which is a red flag of something criminal. That’s why I thought we set up the payment through official means.
How do you trace cash? The whole point of paying in cash is so you can’t trace it!
I didn’t feel like explaining that a deposit and subsequent withdrawal of $300,000 could not be legally hidden. You would think someone who manages hotels and cash flow would be aware of this. Sometimes, I was not sure if he was obtuse or just acting like it for convenience’s sake.
What do you want me to do, boss?
I asked.
I want you to fix it! Are you my fixer or not?
Yes, boss. I’m your guy. I know just what to do,
I assured him, without actually having a clue.
Good, good, good. Glad to hear it.
He smiled. You are my number one guy, Max. You know that, right? There is no one in the world I trust more than you, okay? That is why I need you in this delicate manner. I need you to fix it.
Only Duncan could cause me to go from nearly shitting my pants to feeling like royalty in the next sentence. I was aware I was being manipulated to do what Duncan desired, but I could not help but feel self-assured and confident after receiving his praise. In Duncan’s warped world, everyone associated with him was his slave, with complete obedience and total loyalty required at all times.
3.
More and more, I wondered why I was so willing and able to put up with Duncan’s bullshit. Could it simply be my admiration for Duncan’s ambition and success? Initially, I’d thought I could learn from him and become a Duncan
-type businessman in the (hopefully near) future. I learned to treat people I deemed as weak
with disrespect and targeted rage, without regard or consequence. I’d always had this urge to be this tough-guy prick. I’d never acted on it before I’d met Duncan, but that didn’t mean it