Richard set out to celebrate his 80th birthday with his daughter, Deidre, but was met with an unexpected and distressing reception. As he arrived at her home, Deidre answered the door in tears and sent him away, claiming it wasn’t a good time.
Richard, puzzled and concerned, stayed by the door and peered through a window. Inside, he saw Deidre with two rough-looking men.
“Who was that?” one of the men demanded.
“Just a neighbor’s kid playing a prank,” Deidre lied, her voice trembling.
The man frowned and drew a gun. “You’re six months behind on your loan repayments, Deidre. Mr. Marco is getting impatient.”
“I need more time,” Deidre pleaded. “Business will pick up in the winter.”
“Time is something you don’t have,” the man sneered, holstering his gun. “We’ll see if there’s anything valuable here to take.”
As the men ransacked her house, Deidre crumpled on the floor, sobbing. Richard, though shocked by the scene, realized his daughter’s business troubles were far worse than he’d imagined.
When the men finally left, Richard followed them to a dilapidated building downtown. Inside, he found a group of tough-looking individuals seated around a table. The leader, bearing a scar above his left eye, was likely Mr. Marco.
“How much does she owe you?” Richard asked, his voice steady despite his nerves.
Mr. Marco smirked. “Deidre borrowed $80,000 from me. She was supposed to pay it back with her business profits, but she hasn’t made any.”
Richard gulped. “I have $20,000 in savings. It’s all I can offer right now.”
“That’s only a quarter of what she owes,” Mr. Marco said with a dismissive wave. “But you can make up the difference.”
Richard braced himself for what was to come. Mr. Marco proposed a dangerous task: transporting contraband across the border in one of their cars. Desperate to help his daughter, Richard agreed.
Later that night, he drove a Valiant to the border town. At a gas station, the police dog in a patrol car began barking furiously. Richard’s heart raced as he quickly got back into the car and sped off, chased by police sirens.
Navigating a narrow dirt road, Richard tried to escape but ended up stuck on a rise above a river. As the car began to slide into the water, Richard struggled to free himself. He barely managed to escape before the car was submerged.
The next morning, Richard rushed to the bank to mortgage his house for the $80,000 needed to settle Deidre’s debt. As he finalized the paperwork, Deidre called, frantic and confused.
“Some thugs were asking about you, Dad. What’s happening?”
“I’m coming to help,” Richard assured her. “I’ve arranged the money. Let’s not discuss it now.”
Richard arrived at the club, cash in hand. Deidre ran to meet him, determined to face the situation together. They walked into the club, where Mr. Marco and his men awaited.
Richard placed the duffel bag with $80,000 on the table, plus an extra $15,000 for the destroyed car. Mr. Marco’s anger flared.
“You think $15,000 covers the $100,000 shipment lost in the river? Not even close!” Mr. Marco roared, his fury evident.
He pulled out a gun and aimed it at Deidre. Richard stepped in front of her. “Please, don’t hurt her. This is my fault!”
