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cousin, step brother type. He only saw him as an arch rival to what he had convinced himself over the years was rightfully his. And since Jason's return over a year ago, he'd been carefully hatching and scheming a small plan of action to do something to Jason that would not only bring shame in his fathers eyes but also rid him from the equation altogether.
     
    Brad glanced up at the tenth floor of the block of harbour flats once again. He knew he'd been keeping the biggest dark secret Tommy Broughton had out of all the dark and nasty secrets he knew about the man. It lingered through his brain, festering with opportunity, that he could use one of those secrets now, and too his own selfish advantage. Brad was the only other person who knew about it. And now this random opportunity had just fallen onto his lap. An opportunity that even he had failed to consider or even conjure up from the deepest and darkest parts of his wild imagination. In fact, it felt just as sick to him as it felt pure genius. He couldn't let it pass him by, could he? When would he ever get another chance like the one that had just presented itself to him..
     
    Brad picked up his phone and took a deep breath. This was it. The first moment of the rest of his new life and more importantly, his rise to power. His mind had just been made up.
     
    'Sorry, just came to a roundabout there Jase and don't have my hands free kit with me.'
     
    'You driving?' asked Jason curiously.
     
    'Yeah, sure am.' Brad squirmed in his seat, playfully squeezing the chin of the quiet little girl sitting beside him. 'I'm actually just on my way back up from Newcastle. Anyway, how about I pop into yours on the way back instead and grab the package from you then? I'll only be another hour or so.'
     
    'That sounds perfect Brad. I'd appreciate that very much, Cheers.' replied Jason sounding relieved and overjoyed.
     
    'Oh it's my pleasure Jase. Whatever I can do to help a good pal out. See you in about an hour then my friend.'
     
    'Cheers. See you soon man.'
     
    Jason hung up. He felt good and not as tired as he should have been anymore. He started up the engine and drove.
     
    Brad slowly lowered the phone from his ear. He clutched it tightly in between his fingers. He felt a little worried, but immensely excited too. He started the engine to his own car and reversed it a few spaces back. Parking behind a large transit construction van, almost out of view from the building he was previously watching.
     
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    Ten minutes later Brad watched with great anticipation from his BMW as Jason pulled up in his car outside the apartment building he was originally parked at. Jason exited his car carrying the briefcase and approached the front door to the tall block of flats. He disappeared inside, heading straight for the lift. He stepped out of the lift on the tenth floor and made his way towards the second door on his left. He pulled out a set of keys and opened the door. Immediately something deep inside him felt a little uneasy. His gut told him to open the door very carefully. He had no idea where these feelings were coming from. Something didn't feel quite right. Everything was just so damn quiet.
     
    Jason entered the hallway. He felt weary of the eerie silence. No TV blasting, no music vibrating through the walls and floors. Every light out. Quietness was not what he was used too from his ex party-girl Missus. Even in the medium throws of pregnancy. She was not the type of woman who enjoyed quiet time alone. She always had to be distracting herself with something. Whether it was music blasting out twenty four seven from the kitchen radio, while the radio upstairs blared out a completely different station and the TV in the living room blurted out its own music channel or soap opera. And if it weren't the TV and radio then it was chatting with friends face to face for hours on end, or on the phone, or online. Just yakking away about the most superficial, random and pointless