Tony’s Food Shack
It was now mid-afternoon and Tony’s always started to get busy this time of day. A lot of
truckers and employees from Sherwood Farms would start coming in to have the specialty of
the house - burgers and fries, along with a pint or two of the best as Tony did have a liquor
license. Just a limited license only for beer and wine but selling them sure helped pay the
bills.
The cook on duty didn’t know about the roaches. It was something no one knew about except
Tony and Tony hoped to keep it that way. It wasn’t long after the crowds started coming in,
Word quickly spread and Tony’s was busier than ever.
Jefferson Hospital - Time 4:00 PM
Sung Ho was wheeled out of the Recovery Room. He had suffered a broken arm and severe
lacerations to his abdomen. No organs were damaged.
Wung Chou was allowed to see him and was pleased to see that Sung was conscious and quite
alert. In fact Sung was anxious and so full of energy that Wung was taken by surprise.
“Uncle Wung, I know who delivered the bomb to our repair shop. It was Ziggy. He gave me
the package and I put it on a table next to some other clocks that were being repaired. I
turned away and headed back to the front of our store when all hell broke lose. There was a
big bang, glass and wood flying everywhere. I was blown into a wall. I looked down and my
right leg was bent all wrong and I was bleeding from some glass that flew into my stomach. It
was me that managed to call 911.”
“My gosh, did you tell the police?”
“I didn’t see them. I passed out before the police arrived. I don’t remember anything else
Wung called Joe and told him what he had just heard. Joe remembered that Ziggy did have a
parcel to deliver to Cosmic Clocks. Surely Ziggy didn’t switch parcels. Ziggy was never in
trouble with the law. He wouldn’t do something like that. Still, Joe knew he had no choice
but to contact the police.