Twenty: A Fictional Narrative

TWENTY-ONE
ONE HOUR LATER, at 5:15 in the morning, Kim picked up her cell to call Eugene when he entered carrying a bag of groceries. The strikingly good-looking twenty-six-year old from the east coast grinned as he noticed the scowl on Kim’s face, he had to know something was terribly wrong, but didn’t.
Eugene was in great shape, a lady’s man, made the rounds with rich married and divorced women before getting a job working for Al and Kim as their flunky, over-paid errand boy. He also serves as Kim’s boy toy when the opportunity arises. Eugene is a cross between a young Brad Pitt and Benicio Del Toro without the I.Q.
Eugene originally came down to Costa Rica to work at the casinos but was fired the first week for being too friendly with the female guest. Sometimes married women don’t like young guys telling them how beautiful they are.
He was perfect for Kim and Al’s needs, neither one would ever set foot in a Costa Rican bank because they had Eugene. He was good with numbers and knew all of the banking protocol and terms. His mother was a bank teller for thirty years.
If anything went wrong, Eugene would be the foil, but, Al was not completely convinced that Kim was not sleeping with the young fit employee in

No one knew if Al really believed Eugene was gay or straight, or if even cared. He could easily have made one phone call and found out that Gene had banged half the divorces in the small beach community. Eugene had a reputation a mile long as being a chaser of rich women, and the idea of Al not knowing seemed unrealistic. Maybe Al didn’t know, maybe he didn’t want to, maybe he was lying to himself, maybe he was setting a trap for Kim, fortifying his excuse for getting rid of her, which he sort of did since the FBI were looking for a couple. Kim felt the exact same way, by the