grounds. “What have you been doing in here?” he demanded.
“I’m sorry,” sobbed Laura. “I’m sure I killed it. I don’t know what to do,” she wailed.
“You what?”
“The cat,” said Laura, pointing down the street toward the corner of the cemetery grounds. “Down there, by the culvert. I was driving and it just ran out in front of me.” She put her hand on the guard’s arm and added, “I tried to stop! But I ... just couldn’t. I heard the noise of its little head under my car. My God, it was sickening. I can’t bear to think about it!”
“Oh!” said the guard as he shone his light toward the corner. “I didn’t ... I’m sorry. Take it easy. It’s not your fault if...”
“I, I pulled in here and ran back. I thought I heard it down in the culvert. I reached in, but I couldn’t find it. It’s so dark and dirty down there. I don’t know what to do. We can’t just leave it there!”
The security guard allowed his flashlight to pan Laura’s body one more time before saying, “Come on, hop in with me. Show me exactly where. We can use my flashlight to look.”
Laura rode with the security guard and directed him to park down the block.
“It’s almost four-thirty in the morning,” noted the security guard. “You always out this late?”
“Not usually. My girlfriend organized a singles party. By the time I helped her clean up, it was pretty late. She wanted me to sleep there. Wish I had.”
“Really?” The security guard’s tone revealed his interest as he adjusted his rear-view mirror lower than it should have been. “Meet anybody interesting?”
“No,” said Laura glumly. “Just the usual beaters, cheaters, and bottom feeders. Sprinkled with a few who were either emotionally or physically gimped. Then there were a couple of gays and lesbians. Wasn’t for me. The men I did talk to were wussies.” She then glanced at him and said, “Isn’t your job dangerous? Working out here all alone at night?”
The first rays of sunlight were visible on some scattered clouds to the east when Jack slowly drove past Laura and the security guard. They were still parked at the end of the block and Laura was drinking out of a Thermos cup.
Fifteen minutes later, Laura parked behind Jack and walked to his car. She turned her back briefly as she remembered to do up the buttons on her blouse, then got in.
“What took you so long?” she asked. “If I had to sit another minute with that wannabe cop I’d be digging him a hole in there!”
Jack allowed himself a grin, then said, “Sorry. It was a lot tougher to do than I thought it would be.”
“Oh? So this is the first time you’ve done this?”
Jack ignored the question and said, “Let’s find a washroom to clean up. Then go sit on the Spotted Owl.”
“Speaking of that, how come you’re not dirty?”
“Had an old pair of coveralls in the trunk. Bought them last year for Danny when he had to do surveil-lance from a pile of garbage.”
“Would have been nice if you had thought to provide me with a pair,” she said, gesturing to the dried mud on her sleeves. “Not to mention, my shoes are ruined.”
It was six-thirty when Laura used the binoculars to scan the motel from a lot across the street. “How long, you figure?” she asked.
“There’s a bloody smear on the sidewalk outside the door. Someone should notice.”
Damien thanked Vicki when she poured him another cup of coffee, then went back to reading the morning paper. It was nine o’clock in the morning. Buck and Sarah were still in bed, but Katie was up and chatting with excitement about going to an afternoon birthday party. Vicki had promised to take her shopping for new clothes for the event.
Damien leapt from his chair when Katie toppled her glass of orange juice, sending the liquid over the edge of the table.
“Sorry, Dad! It slipped!”
“It’s okay,” he grumbled. “Quit talking and get a cloth.”
Vicki smiled at her husband and said, “It’s a pretty big event. Not every day that your much older friend turns nine.”
Damien rolled his eyes, then said, “Right. Older by what? Five months?”
“We’ll leave in a few minutes, honest,” said Vicki, kissing Damien on his forehead as he sat back down.
Damien received a message on his BlackBerry. It was from Lance. The message was coded but told him that the shipments had gone as planned last night.
Is this good news or bad? Good news is I’ll be getting my money back. Bad news is there’s little doubt as to who will be the new national president.
“See ya in about two hours, Papa Bear,” said Vicki, giving him another kiss on the top of his head.
“Goodbye, Daddy.”
Damien wrapped one arm around Katie and gave her a hug and then a kiss. “Tell Mommy that she’s not to spend more than five dollars on you,” he said.
“Daddy!”
Damien chuckled, but his joy turned sour as soon as Vicki and Katie left. The Toad isn’t the type to want anyone with brains around who could question his actions once he takes over. Surprised he isn’t here gloating right now.... Hope his hangover kills him.
Vicki found a place to park, then opened her door to get out. She was thinking that her life had been blessed. Her family was happy and healthy, and her husband had climbed his way to the top of the ... corporate ladder. She smirked when she thought of it as a corporation. But that’s what it is, isn’t it? An international corporation continuing to expand around the world. This thing with the new mortgage and The Toad ... somehow it would work out. It always did.
She had turned in her seat and placed one foot out of the Hummer when a man’s fist buried deep into her midriff. The air exploded from her lungs and her body doubled over as the force of the punch rammed her backwards across the seat.
Vicki gasped for air as she tried to scream, but the man’s fingers and thumb formed a claw to dig deep into her throat and squeeze until she felt her windpipe begin to collapse. She lay still, hoping he would stop. He stopped squeezing but kept the pressure on her throat.
Vicki saw other men moving about. She saw a man gripping Katie by the throat. Katie’s bulging eyes briefly stared down at her as she was dragged out of sight to the rear of the Hummer.
“Think we’ve got action!” said Laura. “The maid stopped her cart outside the door.”
“Too bad,” replied Jack. “I was just starting to doze off.”
“She’s kneeling down and looking up ... now she’s standing ... knocking.” Laura passed the binoculars over to Jack.
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