Boiling Point Chapter Three

Damascus, SyriaWill Holyfield the foreman for the famous millionaire said, You know Tex. It wouldnt kill you to get a hair cut. Pony tails belong on horses and little girls, not on a real man. The barbershop was three blocks away from the highMoreDamascus, SyriaWill Holyfield the foreman for the famous millionaire said, You know Tex. It wouldnt kill you to get a hair cut. Pony tails belong on horses and little girls, not on a real man. The barbershop was three blocks away from the high rise hotel. Tex was about to cross the road when a street beggar accosted him. As usual, he reached into his pocket while he paused to talk to the stranger. She was a teenager.Suddenly the spirit of Honey appeared behind the Arab teenager. The glory of his comatose wife surrounded the young woman with a heavenly aura. He faced the girl and began to cry with compassion. Tex spoke to his wife, I love you. What do you want from me? The girl began to weep too as she said, I need help, please.Then there was an explosion and a deafening roar. The renovated building collapsed into an excavation pit next to it. Three barbers and every patron were killed. The concussion smacked Tex like a rogue cyclone.