Nestlings

by Nat Cassidy

Let them underestimate Frank. They wouldn’t be the first. Frank had ways. He was smart. Bet those little cock-a-roaches didn’t know that. Bet they thought they were so clever. Bet they didn’t know, when they filled out their little mail forwarding change of address form, that if you were a landlord, all you had to do was send your tenants a letter at their previous address, your address, slap a first-class stamp on it, and write Return Service Requested on the envelope. The letter comes back, processed by the post office, with one of those yellow stickers on the front showing the new address. Easy peasy, pudding and pie. He even had a buddy at the post office in Corona who owed him a favor and who could expedite the process. Yeah. He was going to find out where Reid was hiding now, where he’d rolled his wife and their screaming infant. Then maybe he’d go pay them a visit. Let ’em know they weren’t so smart, they weren’t so sneaky, so crafty. They had a lot to learn. And Francis Gardner Jr., was more than willing to teach them.