........With my Heart
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PacNorWest
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#27
"You're gonna do WHAT? I DON'T THINK SO!" there was no doubt as to how Inga felt about Benny's suggestion that he be allowed to cut on the back of her hand.
It didn't help that Wayne was sending baleful looks in Benny's direction, waving a blood soaked tea towel wrapped hand.
"Well, not like that," Ben defended his intentions. "With Wayne, I had to move fast. He might have reacted in a rash way had I taken time to give my reasons.
"Damn straight," Wayne growled holding pressure on the slice, not willing to give in as of yet.
"What are we looking at?" Evie inquired, as she poked the 'rice grain' with a fingernail. "is this spy novel type stuff?"
"I think so," Benny paced around the table to peel the towel back to look at Wayne's hand. "Here's what I've got so far. Tammy McCann had a cut on the back of her hand where someone professionally opened her skin. Nothing was there when we found her.
Now Wayne had one," Benny smiled an apology for what he had done to his brother. "And Inga looks like she has one." Benny walked around the table to lift Inga's hand, smoothing the skin on either side of the suspicious bump with his thumbs.
"I can't say if this is a transmitter, a receiver or what. And this is the most important part, I actually don't know who to trust to ask about it's implications. Another part of the puzzle would be, I honestly feel that Inghram was a double, double agent for who knows?"
Benny stopped pacing long enough to ruffle Willie's hair.
Will was nodding his head in silent agreement.
"Inghram was working for Wright, we have all read our dossiers that he gave us. Detailed medical information for some unknown reason. Now Wright's assistant was scared for Wright when I notified her that Doc had been killed. She paniced, hung up on me to message Wright right away. Any one have more thought's on this part of the mystery?"
No one said a word, looking at each other in puzzlement. Christy grabbed hold of Willie's hand, tugging the youngster off his Dad's lap, "let's go play trucks," she sweetened the deal, making it irresistible to Willie. "kay," he said, hopping down.
Clora had been thinking hard on the scant information that they knew. "There was no mention of implanting anything in us, in the reports. I read mine very well, several times. Soooo," she drew the word out as she tapped a finger on the table, "Inghram had access to both Wayne and Inga at times they might not have realized he was up to something nefarious. Can you think when Doc might have put this in your hand?" she questioned Inga.
"Ahhh, not really," Inga lied so badly that there was no disguising her trembling voice. Evie cut her daughter a sharp look. The mother in her carefully searched her child's face. To her, it was clear that Inga knew a great deal more than she was telling. The assembled group also thought so. Well, there was her privacy to respect, so no protest's were made.
"Somebody provided these to Inghram," Benny continued to think out loud. "Who and why and what are they?"
"Well, I can tell you that it doesn't feel like someone's messing with my mind anymore," Wayne said starkly. "You don't suppose that little piece of shit could really make me feel crazy?"
Evie clucked her tongue at Wayne's salty language, but made no comment.
"I know someone who has access to a lot of super scary stuff like that," Lainey's voice was soft but determined. "My Dad has written several articles about spy gear and who has it."
Benny turned to look at his intended. "Hummm, let me think on that idea, that might be a way to flush out who's behind this mess. I honestly don't have a clue where we should go from here. That's a good suggestion, thanks Lainey."
"OK, do it," Inga thrust out her hand. "I don't want to watch. Get it out of me, right now! I should tell you, I've had that crazy little bump since before I had my bad fall. Sometimes it really itches."
"You're gonna do WHAT? I DON'T THINK SO!" there was no doubt as to how Inga felt about Benny's suggestion that he be allowed to cut on the back of her hand.
It didn't help that Wayne was sending baleful looks in Benny's direction, waving a blood soaked tea towel wrapped hand.
"Well, not like that," Ben defended his intentions. "With Wayne, I had to move fast. He might have reacted in a rash way had I taken time to give my reasons.
"Damn straight," Wayne growled holding pressure on the slice, not willing to give in as of yet.
"What are we looking at?" Evie inquired, as she poked the 'rice grain' with a fingernail. "is this spy novel type stuff?"
"I think so," Benny paced around the table to peel the towel back to look at Wayne's hand. "Here's what I've got so far. Tammy McCann had a cut on the back of her hand where someone professionally opened her skin. Nothing was there when we found her.
Now Wayne had one," Benny smiled an apology for what he had done to his brother. "And Inga looks like she has one." Benny walked around the table to lift Inga's hand, smoothing the skin on either side of the suspicious bump with his thumbs.
"I can't say if this is a transmitter, a receiver or what. And this is the most important part, I actually don't know who to trust to ask about it's implications. Another part of the puzzle would be, I honestly feel that Inghram was a double, double agent for who knows?"
Benny stopped pacing long enough to ruffle Willie's hair.
Will was nodding his head in silent agreement.
"Inghram was working for Wright, we have all read our dossiers that he gave us. Detailed medical information for some unknown reason. Now Wright's assistant was scared for Wright when I notified her that Doc had been killed. She paniced, hung up on me to message Wright right away. Any one have more thought's on this part of the mystery?"
No one said a word, looking at each other in puzzlement. Christy grabbed hold of Willie's hand, tugging the youngster off his Dad's lap, "let's go play trucks," she sweetened the deal, making it irresistible to Willie. "kay," he said, hopping down.
Clora had been thinking hard on the scant information that they knew. "There was no mention of implanting anything in us, in the reports. I read mine very well, several times. Soooo," she drew the word out as she tapped a finger on the table, "Inghram had access to both Wayne and Inga at times they might not have realized he was up to something nefarious. Can you think when Doc might have put this in your hand?" she questioned Inga.
"Ahhh, not really," Inga lied so badly that there was no disguising her trembling voice. Evie cut her daughter a sharp look. The mother in her carefully searched her child's face. To her, it was clear that Inga knew a great deal more than she was telling. The assembled group also thought so. Well, there was her privacy to respect, so no protest's were made.
"Somebody provided these to Inghram," Benny continued to think out loud. "Who and why and what are they?"
"Well, I can tell you that it doesn't feel like someone's messing with my mind anymore," Wayne said starkly. "You don't suppose that little piece of shit could really make me feel crazy?"
Evie clucked her tongue at Wayne's salty language, but made no comment.
"I know someone who has access to a lot of super scary stuff like that," Lainey's voice was soft but determined. "My Dad has written several articles about spy gear and who has it."
Benny turned to look at his intended. "Hummm, let me think on that idea, that might be a way to flush out who's behind this mess. I honestly don't have a clue where we should go from here. That's a good suggestion, thanks Lainey."
"OK, do it," Inga thrust out her hand. "I don't want to watch. Get it out of me, right now! I should tell you, I've had that crazy little bump since before I had my bad fall. Sometimes it really itches."
THANK YOU!! Hope all is going well in your world!
sssarawolf
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Oh thank you dear lady.
Still sending good thoughts your way!PacNorWest
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#28
Benny studied his aunt's hand. Inga's kernel was deeper than Wayne's, that looked to be a problem to get it removed.
"Auntie Inga, tell me how you have been feeling. Any headaches, unexplained thoughts of suicide, jitters, or urges to do something you know you wouldn't normally do?" Benny inquired thoughtfully as he turned her hand over to look at her palm. There was a slight scar line down the center, directly underneath the kernel.
"Oh my God, how did you know? I have been battling thoughts of suicide for years, but especially the last couple of years." Inga's eyes filled with tears as she released the tension that had held her hostage for so long. The demons she had battled in her head, warring with good common sense.
"Resist the voice in the back of your mind," Benny counseled. "I believe it's some kind of transmitted urge, and not your real thoughts. Think back and let me know if you pick up on any other thought or urge that you would not normally do."
"OK," Inga drew out the word as she inspected the bump once more. "The only thing I know that was out of character for me, was an obsession to bring home all those trophies. I don't give a fig for hunks of metal and marble, but I couldn't leave them. My trunk was so heavy I couldn't move it and it took two really big guys to deliver it to mom's. Weird, Huh?"
Benny studied his aunt's hand. Inga's kernel was deeper than Wayne's, that looked to be a problem to get it removed.
"Auntie Inga, tell me how you have been feeling. Any headaches, unexplained thoughts of suicide, jitters, or urges to do something you know you wouldn't normally do?" Benny inquired thoughtfully as he turned her hand over to look at her palm. There was a slight scar line down the center, directly underneath the kernel.
"Oh my God, how did you know? I have been battling thoughts of suicide for years, but especially the last couple of years." Inga's eyes filled with tears as she released the tension that had held her hostage for so long. The demons she had battled in her head, warring with good common sense.
"Resist the voice in the back of your mind," Benny counseled. "I believe it's some kind of transmitted urge, and not your real thoughts. Think back and let me know if you pick up on any other thought or urge that you would not normally do."
"OK," Inga drew out the word as she inspected the bump once more. "The only thing I know that was out of character for me, was an obsession to bring home all those trophies. I don't give a fig for hunks of metal and marble, but I couldn't leave them. My trunk was so heavy I couldn't move it and it took two really big guys to deliver it to mom's. Weird, Huh?"
Jeepcats 3
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Thank you for the new chapter!
It's good that you and Mr Pac got home safely!
Hopefully Mr Pac's surgery will get him back on the road to recovery!
Jeepcats3
It's good that you and Mr Pac got home safely!
Hopefully Mr Pac's surgery will get him back on the road to recovery!
Jeepcats3
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Nice to get a chapter anytime it is possible, thank you so much.
Ooooooh! They'll be tearing apart those trophies now Wonder what's in them. And, yes, it does lead me to believe that Gunnar is involved somehow.
PacNorWest
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Thanks for the chores offer. I finally got the garden weeded....with the weedeater!
PacNorWest
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#29
Sandy was washing the dishes as Cheryl and Ev relaxed at the table over coffee. She was sorta daydreaming as dish washing was not rocket science in her book. She missed the furtive figure with the first blink, caught the hunched over slinking shadow with the second stare. The dark form tried Evie's door and then looked around to see if there was any interest in what he was doing.
"Mr Ev," Sandy hissed, "there's somebody trying to get into Grandma's house with a rifle."
Ev twisted around to stare out the window. "So they are, Cheryl you get to the bedroom and check into bed with the shotgun. Sandy, I want you to take the ought 6 and go around the back way to the barn and get into position behind the wood pile. I'm going out the opposite way to come up to Evie's from behind the house. I want to see if there are any more yahoo's lurking around. Please don't shoot me," he ordered Sandy with a grin.
Ev slowly worked his way around the perimeter of his plan. Sandy watched him fade in and out of the long spring grasses growing rampant around Grandma's house, the slight breeze swaying the long stems disguising Ev's movements. The dark form intruder made another circuit around the house, pausing to test every window and the door once again. He stopped and put his shoulder to the door, bouncing his weight against the old weather beaten wood. The door didn't give, but the door glass did, shattering inward as the fifth shove gained the figure entrance.
Sandy was thinking that Grandma was really gonna be po'd about the window. She watched carefully as Ev crouched low under the window sills and put himself in position to take a shot. Sandy let her eyes wander over the house and back into the tree line. Then it dawned on her she hadn't heard the dogs. Something must be wrong. There was no way Inky would ever let a stranger that close to the house with out raising hell.
About the same time, Ev came to the same conclusion. In fact, he had rushed out of the house and forgot Ruby wasn't with him. Puzzled he hesitated a moment and in that time he watched as the intruder backed out the door, his rifle pointed at a thou rally pissed Inky.
Inky had been asleep, having a nice quiet nap as Junior and Ruby were off on a romp somewhere. Inky just assumed that everyone followed the old adage of letting sleeping dogs lie, and he was most unhappy to be so rudely awakened. He stood up, stretched his magnificence from nose to tail and fixed a irritated stare on the would be burglar. He advanced two steps and the short, slightly pudgy man retreated three.
Inky repeated his advance and the man backed off more. The intruder back up until he felt the barrel of Ev's gun poke him in the backside. Inky smiled at the man's obvious discomfort, the double rows of shiny white teeth vibrating with wolfish anticipation of a good self satisfying bite.
Ev reached out and removed the rifle from the man's hand. It was a well made solid walnut stock 223 with a silencer. Ev's eyebrows went up into his hairline and he growled at the man to lay face down in the yard and put his hands behind his back. He ordered Inky to guard while he stepped back and used the cord from Evie's waffle iron to tie the man securely.
The man was still, feeling the drool from the massive dog splat on the back of his neck and trickle down the side of his chin. Disgusting to say the least.
Ev straightened up and gave a whistle to Sandy, hoping that she would understand that he felt the danger was past. As she came running across the pasture, he scanned the tree line around the house for other dangers. While the humans were talking to each other, Inky did what possessive dogs do. He hiked his leg and marked his territory. He used his back legs to scratch his claim near the man on the ground, flinging dirt and gravel on the man's wet form. For good measure he walked around to sniff the man's head and blow his rank doggy breath in the man's face. He remembered to smile at the man, sharing another slimy drool.
The man gagged and turned his face to the other side.
Sandy looked at the situation and decided to run into town and find Benny. She and Ev were in agreement, the rifle put the man in an unusual category beyond the run of the mill looter or burglar.
Sandy paced herself alternating trotting and walking as she reached town. It was eerie silent, no sign of the people she knew should be there. Her last stop was the clinic/ diner, and she walked in, just in time to see her brother take a knife to her aunt's hand.
Sandy was washing the dishes as Cheryl and Ev relaxed at the table over coffee. She was sorta daydreaming as dish washing was not rocket science in her book. She missed the furtive figure with the first blink, caught the hunched over slinking shadow with the second stare. The dark form tried Evie's door and then looked around to see if there was any interest in what he was doing.
"Mr Ev," Sandy hissed, "there's somebody trying to get into Grandma's house with a rifle."
Ev twisted around to stare out the window. "So they are, Cheryl you get to the bedroom and check into bed with the shotgun. Sandy, I want you to take the ought 6 and go around the back way to the barn and get into position behind the wood pile. I'm going out the opposite way to come up to Evie's from behind the house. I want to see if there are any more yahoo's lurking around. Please don't shoot me," he ordered Sandy with a grin.
Ev slowly worked his way around the perimeter of his plan. Sandy watched him fade in and out of the long spring grasses growing rampant around Grandma's house, the slight breeze swaying the long stems disguising Ev's movements. The dark form intruder made another circuit around the house, pausing to test every window and the door once again. He stopped and put his shoulder to the door, bouncing his weight against the old weather beaten wood. The door didn't give, but the door glass did, shattering inward as the fifth shove gained the figure entrance.
Sandy was thinking that Grandma was really gonna be po'd about the window. She watched carefully as Ev crouched low under the window sills and put himself in position to take a shot. Sandy let her eyes wander over the house and back into the tree line. Then it dawned on her she hadn't heard the dogs. Something must be wrong. There was no way Inky would ever let a stranger that close to the house with out raising hell.
About the same time, Ev came to the same conclusion. In fact, he had rushed out of the house and forgot Ruby wasn't with him. Puzzled he hesitated a moment and in that time he watched as the intruder backed out the door, his rifle pointed at a thou rally pissed Inky.
Inky had been asleep, having a nice quiet nap as Junior and Ruby were off on a romp somewhere. Inky just assumed that everyone followed the old adage of letting sleeping dogs lie, and he was most unhappy to be so rudely awakened. He stood up, stretched his magnificence from nose to tail and fixed a irritated stare on the would be burglar. He advanced two steps and the short, slightly pudgy man retreated three.
Inky repeated his advance and the man backed off more. The intruder back up until he felt the barrel of Ev's gun poke him in the backside. Inky smiled at the man's obvious discomfort, the double rows of shiny white teeth vibrating with wolfish anticipation of a good self satisfying bite.
Ev reached out and removed the rifle from the man's hand. It was a well made solid walnut stock 223 with a silencer. Ev's eyebrows went up into his hairline and he growled at the man to lay face down in the yard and put his hands behind his back. He ordered Inky to guard while he stepped back and used the cord from Evie's waffle iron to tie the man securely.
The man was still, feeling the drool from the massive dog splat on the back of his neck and trickle down the side of his chin. Disgusting to say the least.
Ev straightened up and gave a whistle to Sandy, hoping that she would understand that he felt the danger was past. As she came running across the pasture, he scanned the tree line around the house for other dangers. While the humans were talking to each other, Inky did what possessive dogs do. He hiked his leg and marked his territory. He used his back legs to scratch his claim near the man on the ground, flinging dirt and gravel on the man's wet form. For good measure he walked around to sniff the man's head and blow his rank doggy breath in the man's face. He remembered to smile at the man, sharing another slimy drool.
The man gagged and turned his face to the other side.
Sandy looked at the situation and decided to run into town and find Benny. She and Ev were in agreement, the rifle put the man in an unusual category beyond the run of the mill looter or burglar.
Sandy paced herself alternating trotting and walking as she reached town. It was eerie silent, no sign of the people she knew should be there. Her last stop was the clinic/ diner, and she walked in, just in time to see her brother take a knife to her aunt's hand.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Great chapter of course, nice to wake up to.
Yeah, and Brett will be easy to find.
We have five dogs. They are big on bark, but that's all. The other day we had a new propane company coming to fill up the tank. They barked up a storm when he was coming up the driveway, but as soon as the guy stepped foot out the door, they disappeared. Sigh...
PacNorWest
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#30
Out of the loop concerning the back of the hand bumps, Sandy had her little sheath knife instantly in her hand striding towards her brother. Inga looked up just in time to yell "Sandy NO!" along with Evie, Lainey and Clora. Wayne grabbed her arm forcefully holding her captive.
With the diversion Sandy created, Benny sliced the fold of skin he had pinched between his fingers and Inga's little transmitter kernel clinked as it hit the table top. Evie was right there with a folded over cloth pad and pressed it firmly on the cut. Inga blanched white, got woozy and passed out. Benny and Wayne were right there to support the small thin woman and prop her in the chair.
Clora was at the sink getting a cold water cloth. Sandy stood looking daggers at Wayne, who coolly looked over her head to stare out the window. However calm he was, he didn't let go of the tight hold on her knife hand.
Lainey carefully slipped close to Benny and whispered in his ear. "Look, Sandy has one also."
Benny's gaze cut to the hand Wayne had gripped firmly. Sure enough on the back of Sandy's hand where the skin was stretched tight was a small raised bump between the tendons that were refusing to release the knife.
Benny looked at Wayne, and then Evie. This time it was Evie that gently asked her granddaughter "Sandy, honey, how long have you had that bump on the back of your hand? Is it recent?"
Sandy had such a blank look on her face that Evie had a moment of pity. "The hand with the knife, honey. It has a bump on the back, when did you get that?"
"I don't know, it's always been there, ever since I can remember." Sandy examined her own hand. "Can I have my hand back please?" she requested frostily of Wayne; jerking it when he made no move to loosen his grip.
"Sandy, that bump has to come out. It is some kind of controlling device operated by unknown persons. Some of us have it, some don't but it is unhealthy and can cause many problems." Evie continued softly. "Don't look if the sight of blood bothers you."
"Just like that," Sandy cried in disbelief. "I don't get to say anything about it.?"
Wayne said "no you don't. This is really a bad thing Sandy. We are just now learning about it and it seems to be connected to Doc in some way. You've been out at Ev's and we haven't told you about the shootings here in town."
"Oh yeah," Sandy muttered as an afterthought. "Mr. Ev caught a jerk sneaking around Grandma's house, he broke the kitchen door window to get in. He's got a pretty strange weapon. A regular 223 with a silencer. A neat gun." she finished with a squeal as Benny's knife cut the off white protrusion and flicked the offending lump out on the table.
Lainey opened a plastic sandwich bag and used the stiff lip to scoop the transmitter into the sack with out touching it. She wrote Sandy on the bag and placed it with the others.
"I've got to get out to Ev's. This may be the town's shooter and I'd like some answers on why and how he was targeting specific people. Perhaps he is tied into all of this," Benny waved his hand toward the three sacks on the table.
Benny raced out to the ranch and with Ev's help loaded the sullen man into the Sheriff's rig. Benny kept looking at the would be burglar. The man sure reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The rifle was a slick custom conversion, and was a expensive rig. Smelling the magazine, Benny could tell it had been recently fired, but the man made no effort to talk when Ben asked him questions.
Benny put the man in the first cell and double checked the door when he slammed it shut. The man was short, balding and a pasty white color. His hands looked to be professionally manicured, what hair he had was neatly trimmed and his clothes were the upper end of expensive. Benny stood at the door, looking through the cell window. That man sure reminded him of someone.
Evie and Clora watched Benny return to town and hustle a man into the jail. Lainey wiped the table, cleaning up after the impromptu to surgery. "Walk over to the jail with me," Lainey requested when Evie, Clora and Sandy decided to head for home. "I need to take Benny a plate and these baggies."
The ladies agreed and with Will scooping up Willie and heading home, Wayne escorted his family over to the jail, carrying the now sleeping Christy for his Grandmother. The evening was falling, the night slowly creeping in with increased clouds promising rain.
The jail was quiet, Benny was dealing with his paperwork by the glow of a single light bulb. He looked up and smiled when he saw Lainey with a napkin covered tray of food.
"Grandma, take a look at that guy in the cell, he sure seems familiar. Maybe you can see who he reminds you of." Ben requested as he gave his special look to Lainey, occupied by the sweetest smile she returned for him alone.
Evie looked through the window and got the shock of her life. She very much knew who the familiar looking man was. It was her brother Ron, husband of the now dead Sarah.
Out of the loop concerning the back of the hand bumps, Sandy had her little sheath knife instantly in her hand striding towards her brother. Inga looked up just in time to yell "Sandy NO!" along with Evie, Lainey and Clora. Wayne grabbed her arm forcefully holding her captive.
With the diversion Sandy created, Benny sliced the fold of skin he had pinched between his fingers and Inga's little transmitter kernel clinked as it hit the table top. Evie was right there with a folded over cloth pad and pressed it firmly on the cut. Inga blanched white, got woozy and passed out. Benny and Wayne were right there to support the small thin woman and prop her in the chair.
Clora was at the sink getting a cold water cloth. Sandy stood looking daggers at Wayne, who coolly looked over her head to stare out the window. However calm he was, he didn't let go of the tight hold on her knife hand.
Lainey carefully slipped close to Benny and whispered in his ear. "Look, Sandy has one also."
Benny's gaze cut to the hand Wayne had gripped firmly. Sure enough on the back of Sandy's hand where the skin was stretched tight was a small raised bump between the tendons that were refusing to release the knife.
Benny looked at Wayne, and then Evie. This time it was Evie that gently asked her granddaughter "Sandy, honey, how long have you had that bump on the back of your hand? Is it recent?"
Sandy had such a blank look on her face that Evie had a moment of pity. "The hand with the knife, honey. It has a bump on the back, when did you get that?"
"I don't know, it's always been there, ever since I can remember." Sandy examined her own hand. "Can I have my hand back please?" she requested frostily of Wayne; jerking it when he made no move to loosen his grip.
"Sandy, that bump has to come out. It is some kind of controlling device operated by unknown persons. Some of us have it, some don't but it is unhealthy and can cause many problems." Evie continued softly. "Don't look if the sight of blood bothers you."
"Just like that," Sandy cried in disbelief. "I don't get to say anything about it.?"
Wayne said "no you don't. This is really a bad thing Sandy. We are just now learning about it and it seems to be connected to Doc in some way. You've been out at Ev's and we haven't told you about the shootings here in town."
"Oh yeah," Sandy muttered as an afterthought. "Mr. Ev caught a jerk sneaking around Grandma's house, he broke the kitchen door window to get in. He's got a pretty strange weapon. A regular 223 with a silencer. A neat gun." she finished with a squeal as Benny's knife cut the off white protrusion and flicked the offending lump out on the table.
Lainey opened a plastic sandwich bag and used the stiff lip to scoop the transmitter into the sack with out touching it. She wrote Sandy on the bag and placed it with the others.
"I've got to get out to Ev's. This may be the town's shooter and I'd like some answers on why and how he was targeting specific people. Perhaps he is tied into all of this," Benny waved his hand toward the three sacks on the table.
Benny raced out to the ranch and with Ev's help loaded the sullen man into the Sheriff's rig. Benny kept looking at the would be burglar. The man sure reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The rifle was a slick custom conversion, and was a expensive rig. Smelling the magazine, Benny could tell it had been recently fired, but the man made no effort to talk when Ben asked him questions.
Benny put the man in the first cell and double checked the door when he slammed it shut. The man was short, balding and a pasty white color. His hands looked to be professionally manicured, what hair he had was neatly trimmed and his clothes were the upper end of expensive. Benny stood at the door, looking through the cell window. That man sure reminded him of someone.
Evie and Clora watched Benny return to town and hustle a man into the jail. Lainey wiped the table, cleaning up after the impromptu to surgery. "Walk over to the jail with me," Lainey requested when Evie, Clora and Sandy decided to head for home. "I need to take Benny a plate and these baggies."
The ladies agreed and with Will scooping up Willie and heading home, Wayne escorted his family over to the jail, carrying the now sleeping Christy for his Grandmother. The evening was falling, the night slowly creeping in with increased clouds promising rain.
The jail was quiet, Benny was dealing with his paperwork by the glow of a single light bulb. He looked up and smiled when he saw Lainey with a napkin covered tray of food.
"Grandma, take a look at that guy in the cell, he sure seems familiar. Maybe you can see who he reminds you of." Ben requested as he gave his special look to Lainey, occupied by the sweetest smile she returned for him alone.
Evie looked through the window and got the shock of her life. She very much knew who the familiar looking man was. It was her brother Ron, husband of the now dead Sarah.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
I need to be gone two days. It is time for Mr. Pac to have his staples removed. Sadly, it seems like this last surgery wasn't a success. There is a large amount of pain, more than there should be.
Please keep us in your prayers, we need them. Thank you for the prayers you all have sent heavenward. We can feel them.
Please keep us in your prayers, we need them. Thank you for the prayers you all have sent heavenward. We can feel them.
Thank you for the newest chapter and twist in this very twisted plot! We'll be covering y'all in prayer! Sure hope they are able to help Mr Pac.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
So sorry to hear Mr. Pac is in so much pain, our hope for him and you go with you.
