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A Father's Justice
A Father's Justice
Ryan Caldwell sat in the rocking chair on the porch of his old, run-down,
two story house in the west Texas countryside, sipping an ice-cold glass
of sweet tea. It was a hot dusty day, but it seemed like they all were in
this part of the country. Still, he enjoyed the solitude and the peace and
He took another sip of his tea and lit up his second cigarette of the
morning. He looked around and took note of the things that needed to be
done. Then he said "to hell with it" and figured it would be there
tomorrow, just like it was yesterday and the day before that. And the
many other days before that. So he pulled his beat-up Stetson down
After all, it's not like anyone ever came out to visit him. Besides, he didn't
buy this place to impress anyone - just the opposite. He didn't want
visitors. He just wanted to be left the hell alone. That's why he bought
this place three years ago, along with the 20 acres of dirt and scrub
Sure, he could afford better - much better. But the house had a good
internet. The roof was in reasonably good shape and he saw no visible
So he bought the place, paying the asking price. In cash. The realtor
was happy, the seller was happy to be rid of it, and he was happy to
have a place he could call "home," even though it was basically a piece
His attention was suddenly drawn to a noise from his left. He turned to
look and focused his one good eye on the cloud of dust at the end of his
long dirt driveway. Who the fuck is coming here, he asked himself.
against the wall next to him and laid it across his lap.
the sticker on the front bumper and knew it was a rental. A cloud of dust
rolled over the car and Ryan waved his hand in front of his face to keep
the flying dirt out of his good eye. The driver's side door opened and a
Ryan stood with his shotgun and pumped a shell in the chamber. The
young man flinched as he considered the tall, lanky man. A large patch
covered his left eye and partially covered the scar that ran down the left
side of his face. A full dark beard covered his lower face. Nevertheless,
the man knew this was Ryan Caldwell, even though the picture he had
"Depends," Ryan said. "Are you some kinda salesman? If ya are, I ain't
"Well then, you must be a fed, in which case, there's no Ryan Caldwell
"I work for the government, but I'm not here on official business," the
"I tol' ya, I ain't got no family," Ryan said. "My daughter died over ten
years ago." That wasn't exactly true, and Ryan knew it. He did have a
daughter, but she had been dead to him for about 12 years now, ever
"You got that shit right, boy," Ryan said. Calling someone "boy" in these
parts was considered an insult and often ended up starting a fist fight.
"You can either get back in that rig and get the fuck outta here or I can
"Sir, please," the man begged, holding a hand in front of him. "Can you
"Five minutes," Ryan said. He was curious to know what this youngster
wanted, and he certainly didn't carry himself like a lawman or a fed. "Not
one second more." The young man nodded his head and grabbed a
"Please, can I come up there?" he asked Ryan. "It's awful hot out here."
The young man scurried to the porch and Ryan pointed to a wooden
chair. "You got some ID?" Ryan asked. The man pulled out his wallet
and showed Ryan his license. Ryan read the name out loud.
"Robert Greene," Ryan read. "That really you?" The man nodded his
head.
"I work for the Commerce Department, sir," Bob said. "I do statistical
analysis."
about as exciting as watching paint dry. What's that got to do with me?"
"Nothing, sir," Bob said. "Like I said, it's your daughter. Sarah. She's my
wife." He pulled out another photo and showed it to Ryan. Ryan looked
at the picture and recognized his daughter in her wedding dress. Bob
"Congratulations," Ryan said. "But like I said, I don't have a family. Not
anymore."
"So, you don't care if your daughter dies?" Bob asked, visibly hurt and
unable to fathom how a man could turn his back on his only child. Ryan
"She's been dead to me for over 10 years already," he said. Bob nodded
his head, wiped a tear from his eye and started to stand.
"Alright," he said, his voice filled with sadness. "I'll let her and our son
"She's in the hospital," Bob said. "She's been diagnosed with a very rare
blood disorder. The doctor said if she doesn't get a bone marrow
moment. His father had died from a rare blood disorder years ago. As
angry as he was with his daughter, he didn't like the idea of making her
parent.
"And you say you have a son?" Ryan asked. Bob nodded his head and
"Yes," Bob said. "He's three. Sarah named him Ryan, after you." Ryan's
head shot up in surprise. "It really pissed her mother off, but Sarah didn't
care." Ryan chuckled at that. He could just see his ex-wife's reaction to
that.
"What about Sarah's mother?" Ryan asked. "Couldn't she donate bone
marrow?"
"The doctor tested her, but she wasn't compatible enough," Bob said.
"Said at best, it might give Sarah a few months, but that's it."
"I see," Ryan said. "So how did you find me?" he asked.
"It wasn't easy," Bob said. "It took me several months, even with the
to find."
"That was the idea," Ryan said. "Did you tell anyone you found me?"
"Not yet," Bob said. "I wanted to make sure I had really found you before
"That was a smart move," he said. "Did Sarah tell you what happened
"She told me some of it," Bob said. "Said her mother left you for another
man. Said she sided with her mother against you and you didn't take it
too well. She also told me she's regretted it ever since. She tried to
reach out to you. Wrote several letters but they all came back
handing them to Ryan. Ryan looked at the letters, tied together with a
red ribbon. All of them were stamped, "No forwarding address. Return to
sender."
abusive and we think he's been cheating on her." Ryan chuckled at the
sarcastically.
"Money, mostly," Bob said. Of course, Ryan thought. That's the reason
"You're probably biting at the bit to ask what happened between Sarah's
"I am a bit curious," Bob said. "Her mother seems to think you're dead
and she won't talk about it at all." Ryan handed the photo back and
"Would you like to hear about it?" he asked the younger man.
"This could take a bit," Ryan said. "Care for some ice tea?"
"I'd like that very much, sir," Bob said. Ryan went inside and came back
with a clean glass. He poured some tea from the pitcher sitting on the
outdoor table and handed it to him. "Thank you, sir," Bob said.
"First things first," Ryan said. "Call me Ryan, not sir. I don't own you. Not
"Not at all," Bob said. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, pulling a pack from
his briefcase. "Sarah doesn't like me to smoke in the car." Ryan smiled.
Maybe this young man was worth keeping around after all. He shook his
head.
"Not at all," Ryan said, lighting up. He offered Bob a light, and watched
as the young man took a deep drag from his cigarette. "Let me tell you
what happened."
Ryan's story:
Lisa and I were high school sweethearts. I played on the varsity football
team and she was a cheerleader. God, she looked so hot in that little
skirt. We were inseparable in those days. Made love for the first time
after our senior prom. We were both 18 and felt it was time. I only had
two dreams back then - own my own garage and marry Lisa.
business degree and I joined the Army. We planned to get married at the
That's when I learned I had another gift. I came back and we got married
Lisa got a job with Knight Petroleum and I got a job fixing cars. I'd been
doing that since I was a young man, and I was damn good at it. She
Sarah was born 11 months after we got married. I fell in love with that
little girl the moment I laid eyes on her. Lisa took three months maternity
leave and went back to work, taking little Sarah with her. The company
technician.
Lisa had also moved up at Knight Petroleum, and eventually became the
That's when the out-of-town trips began. Some of them were overseas,
and I spent many weekends playing "Mr. Mom" with Sarah. I didn't mind,
Even with all that, I thought we had a good marriage and a good life, but
By then, Sarah was in high school. We were still close, but she was
guess.
Then one day, Lisa lowered the boom. I came home from work and
noticed that she still hadn't gotten home yet. That, in itself, wasn't
unusual. I began making dinner, since I had been doing that more and
more lately. Finally, Lisa came home. She told Sarah to go to her room
"Everything all right at work?" I asked her. "Jake giving you a hard time?"
She shook her head and sat down at the kitchen table.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I sat down. She pulled something out of her
"I don't want to be married to a... mechanic," she said, with special
"What?" I asked. "Are you saying that after these years I'm not good
enough for you anymore?" Then it hit me. "Oh my God," I said. "You've
fallen in love with someone else, haven't you? You've been cheating on
"Jacob Knight," she said calmly. "And yes, we've fallen in love. I didn't
mean for it to happen, but it did. And yes, we've been... together."
"No need to be crude," she said. "But yeah, we've had sex. A lot. It's
nothing personal, it's just that he can give me things you never could.
"He's filthy rich," she said. "He's a billionaire. He's not only rich, but he's
powerful. One snap of his fingers and entire governments go down the
"We have no future together," Lisa said coldly. "And Sarah will be just
fine. Jake's already got her enrolled in a private boarding school in the
northeast. She'll be going there when we get back from the south of
"Is this true?" I asked Sarah. "Did you know what your mother planned?"
"Yes," she said quietly. "Papa Jake already has everything set up. He
said you'd be okay with it and he promised to buy me a new car when I
turn 16."
"Yeah," she said. "That's what Mom told me to call him." I looked at Lisa,
my blood boiling.
"Don't worry," Lisa said. "If you look, you'll see I'm giving you unlimited
visitation, but I doubt if you'll get to see Sarah much, what with her
"Did you know about your mother and Jake before this came down?" I
"Yeah," she said. "Mom made me promise not to say anything, though." I
"How long have you been plotting this behind my back?" I asked.
"About six months," she said. "Look, Ryan, I'm not asking for anything
from you - no alimony or support. All I want are our clothes and a few
things, then we'll be gone. Sign the papers and it's a done deal."
"That wouldn't be wise," she said. "Like I said, Jake is very powerful. You
didn't want anything, not even her half of the house. I signed the papers
"Thank you, Ryan," Lisa said, taking off her rings and dropping them on
"Just get out," I said. "Now." Sarah came over to me and tried to give me
"Just go," I said. "You're both dead to me. I never want to see either of
you again." Sarah jumped back, tears in her eyes. Lisa looked at me,
shocked.
"Just GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!" I yelled. "Tell Jake if he fucks with
me, so help me God, I'll kill him where he stands." They both left the
house and I never saw or heard from them again. After they drove off, I
went upstairs and found that all of their things were gone. Apparently,
I took a few days off work and removed all traces of them from the
house. Pictures, clothing, everything they left behind was put into a
barrel and burned. I wanted nothing behind to remind me of either one of
them.
Without Lisa's income, the bills became a challenge, so I sold the house
lived there for a few months. I remembered seeing an article about Jake
and Lisa getting married after I got the final divorce decree. The picture
in the paper showed Lisa and Jake, with a smiling Sarah next to them.
That night, I sat at a bar, crying in my beer, when Bill Johnson, an old
head.
"Saw the report about your ex getting married," he said. "That sucks.
for a while and we engaged in some small talk as we drank. That's when
don't you join up with me. I'm putting together a team for a job and I
"I'm kinda old for that shit," I told him. He laughed and shook his head.
"C'mon, you're the same age I am," he said. "You're still in pretty good
condition. It'll do you some good to get away from this shithole for a
while. A few weeks with me and I'll have you back in shape, no
problem." I thought about it for a while. I had dreams, but that was back
when I had Lisa and Sarah. Now that they were gone, I really didn't have
"What the fuck," I said. "Okay, count me in." And that began my nine-
since I would be gone most of the time and started my new life as a gun
for hire.
Overall, it wasn't a bad life. I got to travel, got paid good money doing
what I did best, besides fixing cars. Most of the time we actually
"consulted" or trained the guys who would do the actual work, but
My last job was working for a Middle East oil sheikh who needed help
dealing with what he called an "outside interest" trying to take over his oil
fields to put him out of business. It was a business his family had owned
and operated for years. I didn't know who this outside interest was, and
I did my job as always, but one day the balloon went up as the fields
We fought them off but not before a nearby tank exploded after it was hit
pickup.
came in and looked me over before ordering the tube removed from my
mouth.
That's when I learned that I had lost my left eye. I had been struck in the
been for the kevlar helmet I wore. Still, I had suffered a lot of damage
and the doctors put my face back together as best they could.
Except for the jagged scar that went down the left side of my face, and
the glass eye in my left eye socket, there were no other signs of major
damage. A couple days after I woke up, the sheikh came to visit. He told
no longer found it viable to attack him or his oil fields directly. After that
out the "outside interest" was none other than Knight Petroleum.
"It would seem so," the sheikh said. "Your courageous defense taught
him that it would be better to act like a civilized man than a street thug.
"I take it you know I have some history with him?" I asked. He smiled
before answering.
"Yes, I know about him and your wife," he said, handing me a folder with
as he knows, you did not survive the attack. I have chosen not to inform
him otherwise nor will I ever tell him. I owe you my life and my family's
business, after all. Perhaps you can now go and live in peace."
After a few more weeks, it was determined I could travel safely, so with
the aid of the local U.S. Embassy, I was able to arrange transport home.
I pulled my stuff out of storage, came here, bought this place and here
we are.
chuckled at that.
"Look, it's starting to get late," Ryan said. "Why don't you stay the night."
"I'd like to sleep on it for a bit before I make any decisions. We'll discuss
it in the morning," Ryan said. They went inside and Bob looked around
"It's like a cave in here," Bob said, his voice echoing off the bare walls.
"It suits me," Ryan said. "I don't need much. Four walls and a roof to
keep the elements out. You can sleep on the couch if you want.
"Don't have much," Ryan said. "TV dinners, mostly. I don't do much
cooking anymore."
"Salisbury steak, macaroni and cheese, hot dogs," Ryan said. "I prefer
"Okay," Ryan said. "Just give me a minute to fire up the microwave. Feel
free to turn on the TV. Might be something good on. Who knows." Bob
"Don't you ever get lonely out here all by yourself?" Bob asked. Ryan
"Nope," he said.
"What about women?" Bob asked. "Have you dated anyone since your
divorce?"
"Nope," Ryan said. "Been there, done that. Gave Lisa 20 years of my life
and for what? Never again. If I get really hard up, I'll go into town and
rent a woman for an hour or two if you know what I mean." Bob chuckled
at that. "Trust me, son, at some point it'll happen to you, too."
"That's what I thought once upon a time," Ryan said. "And what did that
get me? It's in their genes, son. You'd best do what you can to protect
yourself now."
"Nope," Ryan said. "Just one or two of 'em. The rest I trust about as far
"What about your dream of owning your own garage?" Bob asked.
"Wake up, get through another day," Ryan said. "Although, I do fantasize
"Don't know," Ryan said. "It'd be mighty tempting, but I kinda like the
idea of seeing him in pain for the rest of his miserable life, constantly
looking over his shoulder." They finished their meal in silence. Finally,
Ryan got up and collected the dishes. He took them into the kitchen and
"You have a place to stay tonight?" he asked after he came back out.
"Might as well rack out here then," Ryan said. He grabbed a blanket and
pillow out of the hall closet and handed them to Bob. "Couch is fairly
comfortable. Only one bed in the place and that's where I sleep. Make
"Goodnight," Bob said as he got ready for the night. He noticed Ryan
had the letters he had given him earlier in the day and wondered if he
...
The next morning, Bob woke to the smell of coffee and something he
didn't recognize. Ryan came in the front room and handed him what
breakfast. Not much flavor but it'll help kick start ya."
"Thanks," Bob said, yawning. He took a bite of the burrito and set the
rest back on the plate. Ryan was right. There wasn't much flavor and the
"So, what have you got planned for the day?" Ryan asked.
"I'll be flying back this morning," Bob said. "I'd like it if you came back
with me."
"I figured you would," Ryan said. "I'm packed and ready to go any time
you are." Bob looked and saw a duffel bag next to the door. "When is
your flight?"
"There's a flight heading out at 11:00," Bob said. "We'd better head out
pretty soon if you plan to go back with me. If you don't mind my asking,
"Sarah's letters," Ryan said. "I read them last night. I think she realizes
"Perhaps," Ryan said. "But it means more coming from her. How well
of what her mother did, and she's not shy about telling her that. And she
"Well, I guess there is hope for her after all," Ryan said. "C'mon, we'd
better get going." Ryan closed up the house, making sure everything
was locked up and after Bob took a shower and dressed, they left.
When they got to the airport, Bob turned the rental car back in and paid
for it, then they went to the ticket counter. As Ryan paid for his ticket - in
cash - Bob made a phone call. They met back up and stood in line for
security.
"You always carry a lot of cash on you?" Bob asked quietly so no one
"I prefer to pay for everything in cash," Ryan said. "Keeps me off the
"Don't worry, son," Ryan said. "I got yer back." He smiled and winked at
"By the way, Dr. Fritz - Sarah's doctor - wants to see you as soon as we
"Yeah," Bob said. "I also called Sarah and told her I was coming back.
And no, I didn't mention you at all. I figured you'd want to surprise her."
"Good man," Ryan said. They finally got settled into their seats and the
plane took off. Ryan was already asleep when the aircraft reached its
cruising altitude, his beat-up Stetson pulled low over his face. A couple
hours later, the plane descended, waking Ryan up from his nap. Their
flight ended shortly thereafter and they made their way off the plane.
Ryan followed Bob to the parking lot, his duffel bag slung over his
shoulder. They got to Bob's car, a fairly new RAV4, and put their
luggage in the back. They climbed in and Bob drove to the hospital as
When they got to the hospital, Bob led Ryan inside and took him to Dr.
Fritz's office, where he introduced the two men to each other. Ryan
daughter's condition."
"Yes, he has," Ryan said. "And if there's anything I can do to help, I will."
"I'm glad to hear that," Dr. Fritz said. "What Sarah needs more than
"I believe it will," the doctor said. "I don't want to give false hope, but
"We'll need to take some blood from you and run a series of tests to
"Do what you need to, doc," Ryan said. "When will you know for
certain?"
"We'll take the samples now and run them over to the lab," Dr. Fritz said.
"Alright," Ryan said. "Let's git 'er done." Dr. Fritz smiled at that. He
stepped to the door of his office and called for a nurse. He gave her
there and draw the blood. Check back with me about this time
tomorrow."
"Absolutely," Dr. Fritz said. "I'm sure her husband knows the way by
now. Good to meet you, Mr. Caldwell. I'll talk to you tomorrow." They
shook hands one more time and the doctor left to tend to another
patient. Ryan followed the nurse to a small room and watched as she
prepared the vials. He hated needles and looked away as she got
everything ready.
"Okay, Mr. Caldwell," she said after wiping his arm with an alcohol swab.
"Just a little poke and we're done." Ryan closed his eyes and was
"That's it," she said with a smile. "That wasn't too bad, now, was it?" she
"Good," she said. "We'll get this to the lab and we should have results
tomorrow. See you then." After she left, he buttoned his shirt sleeve and
wondering how anyone could work here without getting lost. The place
was like a labyrinth, with corridors and hallways going every which way.
They got to an elevator and rode it to the sixth floor. After they got off,
they went down a few more corridors until they got to Sarah's room. Bob
knocked on the door and peeked inside. He motioned for Ryan to stay
outside for just a moment. Ryan could hear his daughter's voice from
"Oh goody," she said. "You know I love surprises." Bob motioned for
Ryan to come inside. He stepped in the room and saw his daughter for
the first time in over 10 years. She was still quite beautiful, even though
her skin was pale and somewhat mottled. When she saw him, her eyes
"Daddy?" she asked, reminding him of when she was little. Tears began
to form in the corner of his good eye as he looked at her. "Is that really
she was little. As he stepped to her side, she lifted her arms out to hug
"I thought you were dead," she cried as she hugged him tight.
attempt at humor.
"Oh, you mean this?" Ryan asked, pointing to the eye patch.
"A workplace accident," he said. "I, uh, did a lot of traveling overseas
"I was what you might call a private security consultant," he said.
"Did you ever start up your garage?" she asked. Ryan shook his head.
"No, never," he said. "After your mother left me the way she did, I lost
happened."
"Is that why they all kept coming back?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I sold the house and got rid of everything after you left.
"Well, the way you guys left, I got the impression you didn't want to see
or hear from me," Ryan told her. "Besides, I didn't have your address."
"I'm sorry about that," she said. "I fell for all of Jake's bullshit, just like
held her and stroked her hair. "Daddy's here. Everything's going to be
alright." After a few minutes, she laid back in her bed, exhausted.
some blood and they're testing it to make sure it's compatible. If it is, I'll
"Thank you," she said. "I'll never be able to repay you for this."
"There's no need," Ryan said. "You just get well, okay? And take care of
"I will," she said before turning to Bob. "Thank you for finding my daddy,"
she told him. He smiled and hugged her as she cried some more.
"Yes, you did," she said. They heard the door open and turned to see
who was coming inside. Even though it had been over 10 years, Ryan
recognized the woman standing there - Lisa. She was still in good shape
and was quite attractive, but he noticed her features were somewhat
"Well, I'm very much alive, no thanks to you," Ryan said, causing her to
flinch. "Your husband did his best, but he missed the mark."
"Oh, come on, Lisa," Ryan said. "Surely you know it was him who sent
those men to take me out in the Middle East. Figured he'd kill two birds
"Sure," he said, standing up. He went to the nurse's station and asked if
there was a private room they could use for a few minutes.
"Sure," the nurse said, pointing to a small conference room. "Just put
this on the door before you close it," she added, handing him a sign that
sat down as Ryan hung the sign on the door. He closed and locked it
"Alright, Ryan," Lisa began. "What's going on? Why are you here?"
"You're a smart woman," he said. "Surely you can figure that one out.
Jake did to split us up and I'm here to help her in any way I can."
"You heard me," she said. "How much do you want for your bone
marrow? That's why you're really here, isn't it? Your garage is failing and
you obviously need money, so you came here to see what you could get
out of me."
"First of all, bitch," Ryan said, emphasizing the word, "bitch," causing
Lisa to recoil, "I have no need of your stinking blood money. Second, our
daughter is in a room right over there fighting for her life. So you can get
"Okay, so I'm not perfect," Ryan said. "But it wasn't me who cheated on
you. It was the other way around. It wasn't me who dropped a divorce on
schemed to destroy our family. It was you. You're the one who cheated
on me and for what? For money. What does that make you? Hmmm?
The last time I looked, that fit the definition of a prostitute. So don't act all
"Since you mention it, there is something I'd like," Ryan said.
"For what?" she asked. "So you can hit him? Is that it? You didn't get to
confront him when I left you for him so now you want to meet him on the
playground?"
"Actually, I was thinking about that nice dark alley between Third and
powerful enough to get people elected to office - has the time to meet
"Fine," he said, standing up. "I guess you really don't care about your
Just him and me, mano a mano. He owes me a pound of flesh and I
"Good," Ryan said. "He'll need to be able to defend himself. Tell me,
noticed a bruise on your arm. How long has he been abusing you?" She
"That was an accident," she said nervously. "I was clumsy and tripped."
Ryan chuckled.
"Bullshit," he said. "I know he's been abusing you. Hell, from what I can
tell, everybody knows. Bob knows, which means Sarah knows as well.
Why do you stay with him? Is it the money? That's it, isn't it? It's all
things, but he really doesn't mean anything by them." Ryan shook his
head.
"I don't believe a word you're saying," he told her. "Why don't you grab
"Are you serious about this?" she asked. "You really want to meet him in
"I plan to do more than just hit him, but yeah," Ryan said.
this man, she wondered. She pulled her phone from her purse. "Put it on
speaker," Ryan said. She nodded her head, hit the speed dial and put it
on speaker.
"Hi, babe," Lisa said. "Um, there's someone in town visiting Sarah in the
"Yeah," Lisa said. "He's pretty adamant about seeing you right away.
"Well, I'm not sure I can get away right now," Jake said. "I've got a
"Listen to me, you little prick," Ryan said. "I have a score to settle with
Just you and me. Or are you too scared to face a real man on your own?
"You got that right," Ryan said. "Tell me, Jake, do your shareholders
know how you broke up my family? Do they know about how you
managed that deal in the Middle East three years ago? Do they know
know about your philandering and the bastard children you've brought
into the world? Do they know about how you abuse your wife?"
"You fucking prick," Jake growled. "You wouldn't dare put that out into
"You're wrong about that, Jake," Ryan said. "I've got a dossier on you
that's nearly three inches thick. And I know some reporters over at the
Wall Street Journal who would love to get their hands on it. I think the
boys over at the SEC and the DOJ might be interested as well. So,
what'll it be? Are you gonna meet me one-on-one, or do I make a phone
"Alright, you asshole," Jake said. "I'll meet you, just as you said."
happens to me, my daughter or Lisa, that dossier will get sent out to a
hundred media outlets and more than a few federal agencies, not to
"I got it," Jake said, sighing. The call ended and Ryan looked at Lisa,
"Absolutely," Ryan said. "You don't think I've been twiddling my thumbs
"I don't care," she said. "I have a right to face him as well."
"I take it you didn't know about all of this?" Ryan asked. She shook her
head.
"No, I didn't," she said. "Not all of it, anyway. You really have evidence of
all this?"
"Sure do," Ryan said. "One call and it becomes public knowledge.
"You ready?" Ryan asked. She nodded her head and stood up. "Good.
Let's go. I'll have Bob drive us over." They walked out of the room
"Bob, I need you to drive Lisa and I over to an alley off Riverside," Ryan
said.
"Of course I do, but are you sure?" Bob asked. "That's a pretty rough
neighborhood."
"Just going to clean up a loose end," Ryan said. "Don't worry, we'll be
back."
"I love you, Daddy," she cried out. Ryan looked at her before he
answered. It had been years since anyone had said that to him.
"I love you, too, princess," he said. "Get some rest, we'll be back." They
went to Bob's car in silence and got in. Bob started the engine and
looked at Ryan.
"Just a friendly little meeting," Ryan said. Bob didn't believe him, but
decided it best not to press the issue. He put the car in gear and headed
out. They saw Jake's Jaguar parked next to the curb and pulled in
behind it. After the car stopped, Ryan looked around to see if Jake had
posted any guards or snipers. Seeing none, he got out of the car as Lisa
They walked into the alley and saw Jake leaning against a dumpster, his
"Stay here," Ryan told Bob. "Keep an eye out. And hold my hat." Bob
took Ryan's beat-up Stetson and stayed behind as Ryan and Lisa
face. "I thought you were killed three years ago in the Middle East.
"Reckon so," Ryan said. Lisa stood off to the side and watched the two
men interact.
"You know, I'm a third-degree black belt," Jake said. "I've won a bunch
of tournaments."
snickered.
"A sense of humor, I see," he said. "Good. If you think that was funny,
check this out. You know the best part of seducing a married woman?"
"No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me," Ryan said.
"Yeah," Jake sneered. "The best part is knowing that she'll be taking a
probably end up eating it out of her nasty cunt that very day, or night."
"She was the best piece of ass I've ever had," Jake said. "I watched for
six months as she slowly lost her love and respect for you. Then I talked
to your daughter. Got her to go along with my little plan to fuck up your
life."
"So you just used them for your own satisfaction," Ryan said. Jake
"Yeah," he said. "And you wanna know why? Because I could. And I'm
still doing it. Sorry, Lisa, didn't mean to let it out of the bag like that. It
"I guess not," Jake said. "So, we gonna get this show of yours on the
road, or are we just gonna stand around and jaw-jack all fucking day?"
"Let's see what ya got," Ryan said. Jake sneered and assumed a
fighting stance. Ryan shook his head and snickered. Jake let loose with
"Boy, using that oriental martial arts bullshit on me is gonna get real
fucking expensive," Ryan said. Jake snickered and came at Ryan, but
he was prepared, since Jake telegraphed his move. Ryan was a blur,
striking Jake in the throat, the solar plexus and finally in the groin.
As Jake doubled over, Ryan picked him up and ran toward one of the
brick walls that lined the alley. He heard the cracking of bones as Jake's
back came into contact with a large metal pipe that jutted out from the
building. Jake screamed out in pain as Ryan threw him on the ground.
crotch and the ribs. Jake doubled over in pain and Ryan knelt down on
"I... can't... breathe," Jake gasped. Ryan ignored him and began grinding
"Ryan, please stop," Lisa cried. "You're killing him." Ryan looked at her
"Yes. Exhilarating, isn't it?" he said with an evil glint in his eye. He
looked back down and saw Jake's face begin to turn blue. He took his
knee off Jake's throat and watched as he desperately gasped for air.
Ryan knelt by Jake and whispered loud enough for Lisa to hear him.
"Our time is about up, Jake, old buddy," he said. "But know this. If you
family, I swear to God I will hunt you down like the dog you are and I will
cut your stupid fucking head off and feed it to the pigs. You understand
me?"
"Yes," Jake croaked.
"By the way," Ryan added. "Parts of that dossier are being sent to the
feds, anonymously. The parts that involve your illegal transactions, that
is."
"So I told a little fib," Ryan said. "You know all about that, don't you? I
accessory after the fact. You have a nice day now, you hear? Oh, and
"So, this is the piece of dog shit you and Sarah left me for," he said,
kicking Jake one more time in the groin. "I hope he was worth it. By the
something."
"A part of me wants to let him lay there and die," she said. "But that
would be wrong, wouldn't it?" Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "I'll call, but
that'll be the last thing I ever do for him. Maybe I'll tell them he slipped on
"Somehow, I don't think he's gonna be in any shape to drive for a while."
Ryan turned and walked away, taking his hat as he passed Bob.
"There's a Holiday Inn Express a couple blocks down the road," Ryan
"So, this is the piece of dog shit you and Sarah left me for," he said,
kicking Jake one more time in the groin. "I hope he was worth it. By the
something."
"A part of me wants to let him lay there and die," she said. "But that
would be wrong, wouldn't it?" Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "I'll call, but
that'll be the last thing I ever do for him. Maybe I'll tell them he slipped on
"You might as well take his Jag over to the hospital," Ryan said.
"Somehow, I don't think he's gonna be in any shape to drive for a while."
Ryan turned and walked away, taking his hat as he passed Bob.
"What now?" Bob asked as they walked to his car.
"There's a Holiday Inn Express a couple blocks down the road," Ryan
...
Part 02:
Several hours later, Ryan grabbed his hat and prepared to leave to grab
some dinner when there was a knock on the door. He expected a visit
from the local police, but when he looked through the peephole he saw
Lisa with a younger man, dressed in a white shirt, vest and tie. He
"Good, you're here," Lisa said. "Can we come in for a bit, please?" Ryan
looked and saw no one else, and noticed the cart between them.
"I was just gonna go grab a bite to eat, but yeah, come on in," he said,
"You can put that on the table over there," Lisa told the man with her.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, wheeling the cart to the table. As Ryan watched,
the man took two covered dishes out of the box on the cart and set them
on the table. He put a bucket of ice on the table and opened a bottle of
wine, pouring it into two flutes, which he set next to the covered dishes.
"Cornish game hens," Lisa said. "It's one of my favorites. Served with
steamed carrots, onions, mushrooms and rice pilaf. And a nice Cabernet
Sauvignon." She turned to the man with her. "Thank you, Raul, that will
"As you wish, ma'am," the man said quietly. "Enjoy your dinner, sir," he
told Ryan.
"Thank you, Raul," Ryan said. The young man turned and left the room,
"I didn't," she said. "This was supposed to be Jake's dinner tonight, but
he's in the hospital and I don't think he'll be in any shape to eat at home
for a while. The staff worked on this for several hours, and I couldn't just
throw it out. Besides, Bob tells me all you eat are TV dinners and raw
hot dogs, so I thought you might enjoy a real meal for once."
"This was supposed to be Jake's dinner?" Ryan asked. Lisa nodded her
head.
"He's been better," she said, sitting down. "He's got several broken and
cracked ribs. His throat is damaged and the doctor said he'll probably
end up losing one of his testicles. On top of that, there's a chance he'll
be paralyzed from the waist down for life. Whatever it was you threw him
"Well, you'll pardon me if I don't wish him a speedy recovery," Ryan said,
taking a bite of the bird on his plate. "This is delicious, by the way. My
"Thank you," she said, taking a bite of her food. She considered him for
"Yeah, well, that's what happens when the people you loved more than
life itself screw you in the ass with no Vaseline," he said, taking a sip of
wine.
"I'm really very sorry about that," she said. "So, what did you do after we
split? I know Sarah tried to get in touch with you, but she was never able
"I sold the place and got a small apartment," Ryan said. "I spent a few
months crying in my beer, basically feeling sorry for myself. When I saw
the article about your marriage to Jake, I went to a bar to get drunk. Ran
into an old Army buddy and he recruited me for a job. Spent the next
"A mercenary," he said. "A gun for hire. Made pretty damn good money
doing that, by the way. Also gave me a chance to work off some of the
"You have no idea," he said. "Every time I pulled the trigger, I saw you or
Sarah or Jake."
"Oh my God," she said. "Ryan, I'm so sorry. I had no idea it would've
hurt you like that. I thought you'd just find another woman and move on."
sex with a bunch of them. But I'm done with relationships. Once bitten,
"What about now?" she asked. "Is there someone in your life now? A
"No," he said. "Tried that once. It didn't take. Like I told Bob, if I get that
hard up, I go into town and rent someone for a couple hours."
"No," he said. "Not as much, anyway. I've forgiven Sarah, in case you're
wondering."
"Well, after today, I feel like I can be in the same room as you without
"Thank you for that, I guess," she said. "You forgave Sarah, why not
me?"
"I read her letters," he said. "Bob brought them out to me. I realized after
reading them that she was manipulated. After all, she was young,
and trips to fancy places, and there was no way I could compete with
that. She grew up, though, and realized what she had done was wrong.
She tried to tell me back then, but I never got her letters. I'm sure if I
knew how to use email back then, she would have reached out that way
as well. Hell, I didn't even know how to use a computer, let alone use
email. I didn't even know how to use a cell phone. I still don't have one,
"You, on the other hand, had no such excuse," Ryan said. "It's not like
went along with it. Then you helped him turn Sarah against me. That's
Deliberately. Believe me, it would have been better if you had just blown
my head off."
"I never thought of it like that," she said. "I really am so very sorry."
"Anyway, I worked for an oil sheikh in the Middle East on my last job,"
Ryan said. "He was under pressure to sell out and had come under
attack. I was hired to help train his security forces. Guess who it was
mercenaries these days. Turns out Jake hired a bunch to seize the
don't work, use force. Turns out Jake learned I was working for him, so
"That's how you lost your eye?" she asked. Ryan nodded his head.
"Yup," he said. "They came close, but missed. The sheikh knew but
Ryan said. "He also gave me a bit of fatherly advise. Something along
the lines of getting rid of my hate before it kills me. He was right, of
"Yeah," he said. "I've spent the last three years and about three million
moles within Knight Petroleum. You'd be amazed at what I've found out."
"That's the dossier you spoke about earlier, right?" she asked.
"Yes, it is. Tell me something," Ryan said. "All that stuff Jake said in the
alley. Is that true? Did you really do all that to me?" Her face turned red
"Yes, I'm sorry to say, but it is," she said quietly. "I can't begin to tell you
how ashamed I am of what I did to you. You didn't deserve any of it."
"Suppose the shoe was on the other foot," Ryan said. "What if it was me
"That's because it is," he said. "Now what if I told you I have ironclad
proof Jake actually did cheat on you? That, in fact, he's been cheating
on you for at least three years? How would feel about that? You were
"I'd like to see that proof," she said. Jake grabbed his duffel bag, pulled
even certified copies of his children's birth certificates and DNA test
results proving he's the sperm donor. I've been told there's more than
infidelity." She flipped through the pages in the binder, shocked at what
she read. Finally, she closed the binder and wiped a tear from her eye.
"Yes," she said quietly. "I've suspected for a little while, but I had no
"I gotta admit, when I first learned about it, I was somewhat exuberant,"
Ryan said. "The cheater getting cheated on by the guy she originally
cheated with? Talk about poetic justice. Then I remembered how I first
felt."
"Six months after the fact," Ryan answered. "Speaking of which, how did
it happen? How did he manage to turn the two of you against me?"
traveled with him all over the world on business trips. We stayed at the
best hotels, ate at the finest restaurants. I met a lot of what you would
"Jake started making little statements here and there, telling me this
could be my life if I chose. He constantly put you down, saying you were
and would never be able to give Sarah and I the life we deserved.
"After a while, I started seeing you the way he did. I'm not sure exactly
when it happened, but I lost all respect for you. On one hand, I knew you
were working hard for Sarah and I and I knew you had your dream. But
on the other, I knew Jake was right. The sex just came naturally, I
guess." She looked at the floor, her face red with shame.
"I'm so sorry, Ryan," she said. "I realize now that I was just being a
selfish bitch. Right now, all I can do is hope that one day you can forgive
me."
"I'm not your father confessor," he said. "When did the abuse start?"
"About four or five years ago," she said. "I accused him of having an
affair. I didn't have any proof, just a rumor I had heard at the office. We
had a huge fight and he slapped me, hard. I told him if he ever hit me
again, I'd divorce him. It didn't happen again for quite some time. He
didn't hit me, but he roughed me up pretty bad. It happens now about
"Why didn't you call the cops?" Ryan asked. "You could've had him
thrown in jail."
"I was afraid," she said. "I've seen what he does to people and I didn't
"He's the one who told me that you were dead," she said. "The way he
said it frightened me. He never gave any specifics, but somehow, I knew
he was involved."
"I see," Ryan said. "By the way, There's one other thing I think you
should see." He pulled an envelope out of his duffel bag and showed her
the letter inside. It was one that Sarah had sent him years earlier. He
Dad. You have no idea. He stares at me all the time and he makes
crude comments about my body. I swear if he touches me, I'll kick him in
the nuts the way you taught me. I wish you were here so you could kick
his ass. I tried telling Mom, but she never listens. She's too wrapped up
in his money and his dick to give a damn." Lisa handed the letter back, a
"I don't think she feels that way anymore," Ryan said. "Judging from the
postmark, this was written about a week or so after she turned 18. Still, it
provides some insight into your home life at the time. Did you ever notice
"I don't really remember," she said. "But she was right. I was pretty
"So basically, you looked and thought the grass was greener on the
other side of the fence, and learned it was full of chiggers, ticks and
"I'm not looking forward to another divorce, but I can't go on like this,"
she said.
"Well, whatever you do, you'd better do it fast," Ryan told her. "Once the
feds get what I sent them, the shit's gonna hit the fan."
"Most of it's financial stuff -- way over my head. There's also bribes to
foreign officials and some other things, like attempted murder and
me Jake could end up in prison for a long time and Knight Petroleum
could end up on the ash heap with Enron. Once they get started, they
could easily freeze all of your assets," Ryan said. "So if I were you, I'd
strike while the iron's hot. Get what you can before the feds close in."
"You're probably right," she said. "I'll call my attorney first thing in the
morning."
"Why are you doing this?" she asked. "Helping me, that is. After what
she can get, and she's got a young 'un that needs his grandma."
"Do you think that maybe once this is all over, that we could, you know,"
"What? Get back together? Start over where we left off like nothing ever
happened?" he asked. He shook his head. "I don't see that happening.
Been there once already. Like I said, I'm damaged goods. You said it
yourself. I've changed. A lot. I'm not the man you knew 12 years ago.
Besides, you're cornish game hens, champagne and caviar while I'm TV
"I've learned never to say never," he said. "I don't know. Maybe, one
"Well, I don't live in a mansion like you do, and I sure as hell don't have
servants waiting on me hand and foot, but I reckon you can, that is, if
sleep. If Bob's there, he gets the couch. That only leaves the floor. But it
is a fairly good size place, so there's lots of floor." She chuckled at that.
"I remember a time when we could make good use of a twin bed. Or a
"I'm scheduled to see Dr. Fritz just before noon," he said. "Bob's coming
"Okay," he said. "And, thank you for the meal. It was the best I've had in
years." She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Why don't you let me
"That would be nice," she said. "Thanks." They gathered the used
dishes, made sure the wine was closed back up and carried everything
down to her car. After it was loaded up and secured, Lisa looked at Ryan
"I'm so sorry I fucked everything up," she said. "I hope that one day you
again."
"Any time," she said, giving him a hug. She was surprised that he
hugged her back the way he always used to. She got in her car, a tear
falling down her cheek. How could I have been so stupid and selfish, she
...
The next morning, Bob picked him up right at 10:00 and they headed for
the hospital.
"I heard you and Lisa had dinner last night," Bob said.
"The good stuff, huh?" Bob asked. "Say what you want about Jake, but
his staff sure does know how to cook. You two have a chance to talk
much?"
"Yeah, we did," Ryan said. "I think we managed to get off to a good start.
For Sarah and little Ryan's sake, that is," he added as Bob smiled.
"Of course," Bob said. They got to the hospital and went to see Dr. Fritz.
"Mr. Caldwell," the doctor said as they walked in. "Please, come into my
office." They went into his small office and the doctor closed the door.
"Good news, Mr. Caldwell," Dr. Fritz said. "You're a perfect match."
"I've got a surgical suite reserved for 1:00 this afternoon," the doctor
said. "We'll take both you and Sarah in at the same time, put you both
under then we'll get it done." The doctor went on to explain the
procedure, which sounded quite painful to Ryan. "Don't worry," Dr. Fritz
said. "You'll be under the whole time. We'll keep you overnight just to
manage the pain. You'll be pretty sore for a little while, but it'll wear off."
"We should know pretty soon after the procedure," the doctor said.
"By all means," Dr. Fritz said. "We'll need to get you checked in pretty
"Got it," Ryan said. He stood, shook the doctor's hand and the two left.
"Yes, she popped in earlier and said she was going to see her lawyer,"
"It's about damn time," she said. "Bob told me what you did to Jake," she
"Your mother said he may be paralyzed from the waist down," Ryan
said.
"Something tells me the real fun is just beginning," Ryan told her.
"You mean, there's more?" she asked. Ryan smiled and winked at her,
causing her to smile. "Goody! I can't wait." After they visited for a while,
"Good, you're all here," the doctor said. "It's time to get you two ready.
Mr. Caldwell, please go with Nurse Jacobs here and she'll get you
kiss on the cheek. "Showtime," he said with a smile. She smiled back at
him. "It's gonna be just fine," he said. He followed the nurse out of the
After filling out what seemed like a ream of paperwork, he was escorted
"Since we're going to need access to your pelvic region, we'll need you
to strip completely," the nurse said with a somewhat evil smile. After he
was ready, they inserted an IV into his arm and checked his vitals.
Before long, they wheeled him out of the room and into a rather cool
surgical suite. They had already given him a sedative and he was feeling
the affects. Dr. Fritz looked down at him and Ryan could tell he was
smiling.
"Git 'er done," Ryan said. They put something over his face and he fell
asleep.
The next thing he knew, he was waking up in his room. It took a while for
him to get his bearings but as he did, he felt the pain in his hips. The
doctor warned him this would happen. A few minutes after he woke up,
Dr. Fritz came into the room and looked him over.
"How are we feeling?" he asked. Ryan laughed to himself. Why do they
"That's normal," Dr. Fritz said. "We'll give you something for the pain.
from out of town, I'm keeping you here overnight, just to monitor your
recovery."
"I think she's going to be just fine," the doctor said. "It's too early to tell,
"Oh, not until tomorrow," Dr. Fritz said. "I want the two of you to recover
a bit first. Get some rest now, Mr. Caldwell. I'll check in on you later." A
nurse came in, checked his vitals and gave him a pill for the pain.
"Get some rest now, Mr. Caldwell," she said. "If you get hungry, just call
the kitchen and let them know what you want, okay?"
and looked at the menu. He called the kitchen, placed his order and a
worker brought his meal up to him -- meat loaf, mashed potatoes and
gravy and green beans. It was somewhat better than the TV dinners he
was used to, but not by a whole lot. Still, it took the hunger away. He had
"Yeah," he called out. Bob and Lisa came into the room. They took
tomorrow."
optimistic."
"Frantic," she said. "I saw my lawyer this morning and got the divorce
started. I've also started the process to split our assets. This is a
"In theory," Lisa said. "We'll see. It's not going to be an easy divorce,
"I'm also getting a restraining order to keep him away from me, the
house and Sarah," she said. "I don't think that'll be a problem, though."
"Not yet," she said. "I'm not going to see him until he's served. He's still
in the hospital, probably will be for a while yet. After that, who knows.
Look, I'd better get going. I have a lot to do yet. I'll be by tomorrow,
okay?"
"Don't know," he said. "Maybe another day or so. I want to make sure
the cheek.
"Sweet dreams," she said with a smile. Before he could react, she was
out the door. He glanced at Bob, and saw the questioning look on his
face.
"That must've been some dinner she gave you last night," Bob said.
Ryan smiled.
"Whatever you say," Bob said. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna check on
The next day, he found that his hip didn't hurt quite as bad as before,
was was still sore and it was hard to walk without support. A nurse
brought him a cane and he found that helped a lot. That afternoon, the
doctor checked him out and released him after giving him a prescription
"Daddy!" Sarah exclaimed when she saw him. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," he said. "How about you? You're looking better. At least you
"I'm still pretty sore," she said, "but the doctor says I'm doing a lot better
"I'm glad to hear that, princess," he said. They visited for a while longer,
until Ryan noticed that Sarah looked a bit tired. He looked up at Bob.
"Not at all," Bob said. They said their goodbyes and a nurse wheeled
"I'll manage," Ryan said. "They gave me some pills and this cane, so I'll
be okay."
"Yeah," Ryan said. "That works. See ya then." Ryan climbed out of the
RAV-4 and went to his room, using the cane for support.
...
looked through the peephole. He saw Lisa and noticed she was alone,
so he opened the door. He still expected a visit from the local authorities
"I hope you don't mind my stopping by," she said. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No, not yet," he said. "I was just sitting here watching a little TV."
"Why don't you get off your feet and I'll get you some dinner," she said.
"Good," she said as she set the large basket down. Opening it, she
pulled out a portable tray and set it on the bed across his lap. Then she
pulled out a covered dish and some silverware, placing it on the tray in
"Yeah," he said, pointing to the bucket on the dresser. She put ice in a
"Thank you," he said after she set the tea on the nightstand next to him.
"I remember how much you used to enjoy my lasagna, and I just thought
"Well, I do," he told her. "Thanks, and it's every bit as good as I
remember."
"You know, those things are loaded with all kinds of crap," she said.
"Yeah, and sometimes I think the cardboard would taste better than
"So why do you eat them?" she asked. "Don't you cook anymore? You
"Well, I had someone to cook for at the time," Ryan said. "I guess it's just
laziness. I don't see the need to go to a lot of trouble when it's just me."
"Did you ever start your garage?" she asked. He shook his head.
"No," he said. "That dream died when you and Sarah left. I'm too damn
"When you've been through what I have these last ten years or so, it is,"
"I do just fine," he said. "I've got enough to last me the rest of my life."
"Mostly just sit around, drink tea," he said. "Watch the weeds grow. Look
"Maybe. The place could use a coat of paint," he said. "Maybe I can start
"Mind if I sit with you and watch some television?" she asked.
"Not at all," he said, gently scooting over to give her room on the bed.
head. He remembered it as well. "I loved it when you would sit and rock
Sarah to sleep. She looked so innocent with her little arms around your
neck. You'd take her to bed and cover her up and give her a good night
"Yeah, me too," he said. She nuzzled close to him and put her head on
his shoulders.
"Hold me? Please?" she begged. He put an arm around her and held her
close. It had been years since he had done this. She felt as good as she
did when they were still married. Suddenly, she burst into tears, sobbing
"I'm sorry," she said, wiping the tears from her face. "I miss this with you
so bad. I can't ever remember Jake doing anything like this. I really
"You'll get no argument from me," he said. She cried some more as he
head on Ryan's shoulder. After the program ended, she sat up and
looked at him.
"I have to get going before it gets too late," she said. "I've really enjoyed
delicious."
"You're welcome," she said. "Will you do something for me, please?"
"You said the other day that little Ryan needs his grandmother," she
said. "He also needs his grandpa. Will you promise to be there for him?
And Sarah?"
the morning and I'll say goodbye to Sarah, then I'm heading back."
"I won't," he said. She kissed him on the cheek, gathered her stuff and
left.
...
The next day, he found that he wasn't quite as sore as before, but still
needed the cane to get around. After breakfast, Bob came by and
helped him with his gear. He checked out of the hotel and they headed
to the hospital.
When they got to Sarah's room, he saw a young boy next to her bed. He
knew from the photo he had seen earlier it was her child, Ryan. He
"Ryan," Sarah said. "This is your grandpa. He's also named Ryan. Why
"Hello, sir," the little boy said. "Are you really my grandpa?" Ryan sat
"What happened to your eye?" the little boy asked, pointing to Ryan's
eye patch.
"Want me to help you find it?" the boy asked. "I'm real good at finding
"I'm sure you are," Ryan said. "But no, that's alright." He gave the boy a
yesterday."
"Still sore and weak, but getting better," she said. "They're gonna keep
"That's probably wise," Ryan said. They talked for some time before Lisa
came into the room. After they all got caught up, Bob looked at his
watch.
"I think it's time we get you to the airport," he said. Ryan looked at his
watch.
"You're right," he said. He stood and gave his daughter a hug and kissed
her cheek. "You get well, now, you hear me?" he asked.
"I will, Daddy," she said. "Thank you for everything. I love you."
"Uh, Bob," Lisa said. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to take Ryan to the
mind?"
"So, what do you need to talk to me about?" Ryan asked after he got in
Lisa's BMW.
"I got a visit from Elmer Jenkins, the chairman of the board," she said. "It
seems the feds got your dossier and someone gave him a heads-up.
The board will be getting together this evening to discuss the situation.
"He also said they're thinking about having me fill in as interim CEO for a
while, at least during the investigation and the trial, if there is one," she
said.
"Congratulations," he said.
"That may be premature," she said. "But thanks anyway. After Jake and
"I wish you the best of luck," he said. "So, why are you telling me this?"
"Because I know how the board works," she said. "They're going to want
"And they think you can turn on your feminine charms and get it out of
chuckled at that.
"Well, that's not going to happen," he said. "I promised anonymity, and I
"I understand," she said. "Completely. I won't push it, promise." They
pulled in front of the terminal and Lisa stopped the car. She pulled a box
"Just a little present," she said. "I know you don't have a phone, so I got
you one. It's the latest with all the features. You can send texts, emails,
take pictures, video, whatever you want. I've already got it set up with
your area code and programmed it with my number, along with Bob's
and Sarah's."
"I know," she said. "But you promised to stay in touch, and I think this is
"Good," he told her. "That'll give me something to read on the way back."
She walked with him to the check-in counter and waited for him to get
his boarding pass. She stayed with him until he reached the security
checkpoint.
"Not goodbye," she said. "Just, 'so long,' at least for now. Let me know
"It was good to see you again, Ryan," she said. "I really am sorry about
"I will," she said before walking off. He watched her leave before getting
...
A few hours later, he stood in front of his house after the cab dropped
him off. Home, crap, home, he thought to himself as he looked at the old
place. He could see the paint peeling off, exposing boards that had
In his mind's eye, he pictured a cartoon house with a sad face, a tear
falling out of one downcast eye. It reflected the way he had felt for quite
some time. He felt bad about letting the old place fall into such disrepair.
It had been good to him -- gave him shelter from the elements, kept him
But something had changed in him over the last few days. He no longer
felt the pervasive anger and hatred that had kept him company all these
"Maybe it's time we get you fixed up, old friend," he said to no one in
particular. In his mind, the sad house-face smiled and the tear
disappeared. He pulled out his phone and was surprised he had good
reception. It took him a while, but he sent a text to Lisa, Sarah and Bob,
"Thanks for letting us know," Bob replied. Sarah sent the same
message, adding, "I love you," with a happy face emoji. Lisa also
thanked him for letting her know. He grabbed his cane and his duffel bag
The next day, he began walking around the place, taking notes of
next few days, several had come out to look at the place and give him
an estimate.
The contractor he selected wasn't the cheapest, nor was he the most
expensive. But he said he could get everything Ryan wanted done, even
wasn't worried about that. He just wanted a good job done on the place.
Ryan originally wanted the place painted, but the contractor suggested
he have the old wood removed and replaced with siding. That way, he
said, they could also get a good look at the frame and replace whatever
was needed. That sounded good to Ryan, so he gave the contractor the
A couple months later, Ryan sat in his front room, eating a microwaved
meat loaf dinner, watching television, when a news report grabbed his
attention.
"This just in," the anchor said. "Today, the Department of Justice
Knight, the former CEO of Knight Petroleum. Knight has been charged
alleyway. His estranged wife, Lisa Knight, was named the interim CEO
A few minutes after the report, his phone buzzed. He noticed it was Lisa,
"I'm doing fine," he said. "Just getting some work done on the old place."
"I can't wait to see what you've done to it," she said. "I saw that picture
"Yeah it did," he said. "So, was there anything else you wanted?"
"Yeah," she said. "Now that he's been indicted, you may hear from the
feds," she said. "They're interested in his attempt on your life. I just
"Thanks for that. I've been expecting it," he said. They ended the call
The next day, he got a call from Mike Gregory, his lawyer in town, asking
"I've got two federal agents here," he said. "They want to talk to you
"That's already been arranged," Mike said. "Can you make it in?"
"Yeah, I'll be right down," Ryan said. He let the foreman running the
renovation know he would be gone for a while and headed into town.
suits, Special Agent Darrel Smith and Agent Jim Jones, both with the
"We're tying up some loose ends in the case against Jacob Knight and
we'd like some information about your work in the Middle East," Smith
"We've already agreed to give you total immunity," Smith said. "We just
want to know why Jacob Knight would want to target you." Ryan looked
"It's alright, Ryan," Mike said. "You have total immunity in exchange for
whatever information you can give them." Ryan nodded his head and sat
down.
"Alright," he said. "Did you know he, meaning Jake Knight, stole my wife
some private work for about nine years. My last job was in the Middle
East, helping an oil sheikh beef up his security. I was later told that he
was under pressure to sell out to Knight Petroleum. While I was there,
have been terrorists with al Qaeda or ISIS, but I later learned they
worked for Knight. Somehow, Knight got word I was working for the
"I got that from the sheikh after the attack," Ryan said. "He gave me a
"Do you know how Sheikh Abdullah got that information?" Smith asked.
"No, I don't," Ryan said. "And I didn't feel it was my place to ask. I put it
"Yes," Ryan said. "After that attack, I came here and bought a place, but
I paid to have Knight kept under surveillance. It took me three years, but
arrested and taken down, Mike forwarded the whole package to your
office. As you know, the dossier includes overseas monetary transfers to
"But why?" Smith asked. "He already married your ex-wife. Why would
"You know Knight was reportedly mugged the day before we got your
in touch." They said their goodbyes and left. Ryan turned to Mike.
"I know he got what was coming to him," Ryan said. "Call it a father's
"Okay," Mike said. Ryan took his leave of Mike and headed back home.
He heard nothing more from the federal agents and stayed in touch with
Lisa, Sarah and Bob as the legal cases wound their way through the
court system. Jake's attorneys were quite busy, making sure everything
Finally, after about six months from the time he reached out to the
surprisingly, it cost a bit more than the contractor originally said. But it
was worth it, as far as Ryan was concerned. The old exterior boards
were replaced with siding, some additional insulation was added and
On top of that, the interior walls were repaired and painted, and new
carpet was put in throughout the house. He had most of the plumbing
system. The bathrooms and kitchen were remodeled and all new
He had even built window boxes for the front-facing windows and had
potted flowers put in. The old garage was torn down and a new one was
built, with a door leading into the kitchen. Feeling adventurous, he built a
white picket fence around the front yard and replaced the gate.
The front and back yards were completely landscaped, with new topsoil
brought in, and hydro-seeded. Trees were brought in and planted to help
shade the house and the yard. By now, the yard was lush and green,
and Ryan realized he would need to buy a lawn tractor to keep it up. He
even had a swimming pool installed in the back yard, thinking little Ryan
He also bought all new furniture for the place, replacing his old twin bed
with a king-sized one, and furnished the other three bedrooms just in
"You have quite a place here, Mr. Caldwell," the contractor said,
admiring his work. "The foundation is in good shape, and most of the
frame is holding up quite well. If you ever decide to sell the place, you'll
make a killing."
"Thanks," Ryan said. "But I think I'll keep it." After the contractor left, he
looked at the house and took a photo. In his mind's eye, the house
prepared to send a picture to Sarah, Bob and Lisa, when his phone
"Daddy," she cried. "You need to get back, quick. Please hurry."
"No," she cried. "It's Mom. She's been shot. The doctors don't know if
...
"You have quite a place here, Mr. Caldwell," the contractor said,
admiring his work. "The foundation is in good shape, and most of the
frame is holding up quite well. If you ever decide to sell the place, you'll
make a killing."
"Thanks," Ryan said. "But I think I'll keep it." After the contractor left, he
looked at the house and took a photo. In his mind's eye, the house
prepared to send a picture to Sarah, Bob and Lisa, when his phone
"Daddy," she cried. "You need to get back, quick. Please hurry."
"No," she cried. "It's Mom. She's been shot. The doctors don't know if
...
Ryan called his lawyer and the private investigator he had looking into
Jake, then arranged for a flight back to Central City. Once there, he
After asking the information desk, he donned the face mask he was
given and made his way to the surgical waiting area where he found
Sarah and Bob with an older man he didn't recognize. Sarah spotted him
"I got here as fast as I could," he said, hugging her tightly. "How's your
mother?"
"They're still working on her," the older man said. "I'm sorry, I'm Elmer
"I am," Ryan said, shaking Elmer's hand. He had met Elmer once before,
but only briefly, and that had been nearly 20 years ago at a company
"Lisa left the office and was getting ready to get in her car, when another
car came around," Elmer said. "There were two people in the car and
one of them fired two shots out the window. One shot hit Lisa in the
shoulder and the other struck her in the head. They drove off and
"They were staking her out, then," Ryan said. Elmer nodded his head.
"It would appear so," he said. "I still don't know how they got into the
parking lot. That particular lot is for executives only and requires either a
"Can you get me a copy of that video?" Ryan asked. Elmer nodded his
head.
"I believe so," he said. "But I don't know what you can do. The police
have it as well, and they haven't been able to make any headway."
"I have resources that might be able to find something," Ryan said. "Get
him. "I will. I'll head out now." Ryan nodded his head in
acknowledgment.
"What about your mother?" Ryan asked Sarah as Elmer left. "Any word
on her condition?"
"They removed the bullet from her shoulder, and they've been working
on her head wound," Sarah said. "It's been hours now. That's all I know."
"At home," Bob said. "My mother is staying with him right now." Ryan
nodded his head again and stepped away, pulling out his cell phone. He
"Jorge, it's me, Ryan Caldwell," Ryan said. Jorge Trujillo was one of the
Jake. In Ryan's mind, Jorge was one of, if not the, best investigator in
the business, and was equipped with some of the most high-tech gear
"Are you in town now?" Jorge asked. "What's going on? You were pretty
"The when is a few hours ago," Ryan said. "The by whom is what I need
you to help me find out. I have a pretty good idea, but you have tools I
don't. If I get you video, do you think you can get me a name?"
"At the hospital, in the surgical ward," Ryan said. "Call me when you're
"Got it," he said. "I just need to get cleaned up and dressed."
"Sounds good," Ryan said. They ended the call, and Ryan dialed
another number from his card, hoping his old friend was somewhat
sober and still in the area. It only took two rings for him to answer.
"So, you really are alive," Ryan said. Bill Johnson was the old Army
buddy who recruited Ryan for "private" security work nearly 13 years
ago.
"Is that any way to talk to an old friend? Especially one who saved your
"Ryan Caldwell?" Bill asked. "Is that really you? I haven't seen you in
"Try three and a half," Ryan said. "How are you getting along?"
"Doing alright, I guess," Bill said. "Retired after that mess in the Middle
leg."
"Yeah, I hear ya," Ryan said. "Listen, you think you can let me bend your
ear for a bit later today or tomorrow? I could use your help with
something."
"Sure," Bill said. "Got a case of beer sitting here just begging to be
opened."
"You got it," Bill said. "Bye." They ended the call and Ryan went back to
Bob and Sarah. Elmer had just returned and handed him a DVD in a
plastic case.
"That shows the entire incident, from the time those two entered the
"The nurse came out a couple minutes ago, said the doctor would be out
shortly to let us know what's going on," Bob said. Ryan nodded his head.
A couple minutes later, the double door to the surgical suite opened, and
"We are," Sarah said. The doctor motioned for them to go into one of the
small conference rooms next to the waiting area. When they were all in
"I'm Dr. Brown," he said. "I just wanted to let you know we've removed
the bullets from Ms. Knight and she's in recovery right now."
"I'm not going to sugar-coat this," Dr. Brown said. "We almost lost her a
couple times in the operating room. Her vitals are stable right now, but
"It's impossible to say right now," the doctor said. "We won't know until
believe in that sort of thing," Dr. Brown said. Bob nodded his head in
understanding.
"Probably not for a couple days yet," the doctor said. "After we move her
"Do you have the bullets you took out her?" Ryan asked.
"Yes, we do, but they're going to the police," the doctor said.
"Like I said, they're in evidence bags right now and will be delivered to
"I wasn't making a request, doctor," Ryan said. "I won't take them out of
the evidence bags. I just want to see them." The doctor looked at Ryan,
shocked at his tone of voice. After a few moments, he nodded his head.
"Alright," he finally said. "Give me a minute and I'll bring them out."
"Thank you," Ryan said as the doctor left the room. He came back a
minute later with two bags, each carrying the remnants of a lead bullet.
He handed the bags to Ryan, who looked at them closely with his one
good eye.
"Small caliber round, probably a .32," Ryan said. "Not really much
stopping power. I can still see some paint embedded in the lead. Looks
like it ricocheted off something before it hit her, probably her car." He
handed the bags back to Dr. Brown. "Thank you," he told the doctor,
"Whoever did this is no professional," Ryan said. "I have a feeling we'll
never see the gun that was used. Probably a throw-away pistol that's
already been disassembled and disposed of by now. I'll know more once
the video's been looked at." Just then, his phone rang. He saw it was
"I'll be right down," Ryan said before ending the call. He turned back to
the others. "I have to go to the lobby, then I'll be off to see a friend of
mine."
"Not yet," Ryan said. "I came straight here from the airport."
"Why don't you stay with us?" he asked. "I know little Ryan would love to
see you."
"That sounds good, but I don't want to impose on you," Ryan said.
"Alright," Ryan said. Bob gave him the address and wrote directions on a
small piece of paper. Ryan tucked it in his pocket. "I don't know exactly
"If there's anything I can do, please let me know," he said. "Feel free to
"Thank you," Ryan said, shaking Elmer's hand. He gave Sarah a hug
and shook Bob's hand before leaving. He went to the lobby and saw
"Good," Jorge said. "I'll get started on this right away. I'll call you the
in a medically-induced coma right now. The next day or two are critical."
"I'll keep her in my prayers," Jorge said. Ryan nodded his head.
"Any time, old friend," Jorge said. "I'd better get on this. Expect to hear
from me soon."
"Sounds good," Ryan said. After Jorge left, he pulled his phone out and
called Bill.
"Let me check my busy social calendar," Bill said. "Why, yes, I just
happen to have an opening. Come on over." Bill gave him directions and
...
After finding the small trailer, Ryan stopped the car, got out and knocked
on the door. Bill opened the door and let him in.
"Damn," Bill said after they shook hands. "You've gotten better-looking
over the years," he added, pointing to the eye patch and the long jagged
scar.
"And I see you're getting around okay," Ryan said, laughing. Bill laughed
with him. He handed Ryan a beer and they sat in the front room of the
"Nice place you have here," Ryan said. Bill shrugged his shoulders.
"It'll do," he said. "It's paid for and it keeps me off the street. What's
"Damn," Bill said when Ryan finished. "I heard that Jake was in a
wheelchair. They said it was muggers. I shoulda known you had a hand
in that. You think he's the one behind your ex getting shot?"
"I'm pretty certain of it," Ryan said. "I just can't prove it yet."
"I remember a time when you woulda just snapped his neck and left him
"I thought about it," he said. "But I figured it'd be better if he became
Bubba's bitch for the rest of his life. Besides, I have no desire to go to
"It did," Ryan admitted. "But you know, I didn't just sit around with my
garage, and got some help from a mixed martial arts teacher in town.
"Just curious, why didn't you just send that dossier of yours off once you
"I wanted to personally confront Jake one time before the feds came
after him," Ryan said. "I'd been gaming that out for a few months when
"So, Sarah's sickness gave you the opportunity you were looking for to
"What about your ex?" Bill asked. "Why do you care what happens to
her? Are you thinking about getting back with her or something?" Ryan
Sarah and little Ryan. He needs his grandma, and she still needs her
mom."
"Little Ryan?" Bill said. Ryan pulled out his phone and showed Bill a
"Handsome young man," Bill said. "So, what're you planning to do?"
"That depends," Ryan said. "I have someone going over video of the
shooting. I'm hoping he can identify the son of a bitch who pulled the
trigger."
"I plan to hunt him down and ask a few friendly questions," Ryan said.
"I could use some, preferably from someone I can trust," Ryan said.
"I can't think of anyone I trust more," Ryan said. "And I'll pay you for your
time."
"Oh no you won't," Bill said. "I'm the one who got you into the business,
"What're friends for?" Bill asked, raising his beer. Ryan smiled, and
touched his beer to Bill's before taking a long drink. They spent the next
couple hours catching up. Finally, Ryan got up and shook his friend's
hand.
tomorrow."
"Sounds good," Bill said. "By the way, when was the last time you got
laid?"
"Well, I thought maybe you and I could go to this little place I know in
town one of these days," Bill said. "The girls are good-looking, clean and
"Sounds like fun. Let's see how things go," Ryan said.
"I'm holding you to that," Bill said. "Talk to you soon." Ryan left and went
back to Sarah and Bob's place. When he got there, he knocked on the
pictures and knick-knacks in the room. The place seemed cozy, friendly.
"Hold, Grandpa, please," the little boy begged. Ryan picked him up and
held him in his arms. For a moment, he was reminded of how he used to
"Listen, I have to get into the office early, so I'm going to hit the hay,"
"Hi, Daddy," Sarah said when she came into the room. "I see little Ryan
found you. You can sit in the rocker with him if you want."
"Thanks," Ryan said, sitting down in the rocking chair next to the couch.
As he rocked, little Ryan put his arms around his neck and was asleep in
practically no time.
"That's alright," Ryan said. "Let him stay for a bit if he wants." He looked
"I remember when you used to rock me to sleep like that," she said.
"Me, too," Ryan said. "Those were the happiest days of my life."
"Why don't we get Ryan to bed and I'll get you something," she said. "I
"Not at all," he said, standing up, little Ryan still in his arms, sound
asleep. They went to his room and Ryan laid him down, then covered
him up. Sarah kissed him on the cheek and turned to her father.
"He's my little angel," she said. "I don't know what I'd do without him."
"I know the feeling," Ryan said. They went downstairs and Sarah dished
out some goulash and put it in the microwave. She set it on the dinner
"What would you like to drink?" she asked. "I've got some Coke if that's
alright."
"That's perfect," Ryan said. She poured a glass of Coke and sat it on the
"I'm sorry I haven't asked before now, but how are you doing?" Ryan
They put me on a reduced schedule, but at least I'm back in the game."
"Good," he said. "You always did have a soft spot for animals."
"I love working with them," she said. "Can we talk for a bit?" she asked
"When you were here last, you said you did a lot of travel overseas," she
said. "What were you doing, if you don't mind my asking. I know you said
"Not at all," Ryan said. "That's a fancy name for a hired gun. In short, I
was a mercenary."
"I was all over," he said. "Africa, South America, the Middle East.
"Right now, I'm living off what I made those nine years," he said.
"You did that because of what Mom and I did to you?" she asked. He
"Pretty much," he said. "I had nothing left here, so when I was offered
"But Mom said she left you everything in the divorce," Sarah said. "She
"It's true that your mother let me keep the house and the bank account
and it's true she never asked for any support," Ryan said. "But in reality,
she took everything that meant anything to me. Namely, the two of you.
The rest was just stuff, and that can all be replaced. I couldn't replace
you."
"I remember what you said the day we left," Sarah said, a tear falling
"I did," Ryan said. "For a very long time. In fact, the two of you were
basically dead to me for over ten years. As far as I was concerned, I had
no family -- nothing. And nothing to live for. After this," he said, pointing
to his scar and patch, "all I could think of was getting revenge." Sarah
"Yes, after I read your old letters," Ryan said. "Tell me, how was your life
"Yeah, well, he was told he'd have to get your permission first.
Personally, I think he just said that for the article. Anyway, life with Jake
seemed exciting at first," she said. "He took us to the south of France,
then I went to that school in the northeast. I came home a few times
expensive gifts. A car, cell phone, computer, you name it. Everything top
of the line and brand new. He always made sure to tell me that you
could never afford to give me what he did. But it just wasn't the same."
"Jake isn't an easy man to be with," she said. "He's great at buying
things, but he's not exactly father material, if you know what I mean. We
never really bonded, and after a while, I saw right through him. I got to
now and then, and I didn't like the way he looked at me."
"I used to daydream about you coming back and kicking his ass," she
said. Ryan chuckled at that. "It was you who put him in a wheelchair,
wasn't it? Bob never told me what happened that day." He looked at her
"I'm glad you did that," she said. "Served the bastard right."
"Well, you won't get any argument from me," Ryan said.
"You think he's responsible for what happened to Mom, don't you?" she
asked.
"I don't know yet," he said. "But I did make a promise and I fully intend to
"I probably don't want to know what that promise is, do I?" she asked.
"Do you think you and Mom will ever get back together?" she asked.
"No," he said. "She betrayed me once in the worst way a woman can
betray someone she claims to love. I won't let that happen again.
Besides, I've changed over the years. I'm not the same man I was 12
years ago. And I'm not looking to get into another relationship."
"I'll try," he said after a few moments. "It won't be easy, though. She hurt
asked.
"I'll never hurt him, Dad. Ever," she said. "He's stuck with me for life."
"Good," Ryan said. "Remember, you'll never be too old for me to put you
over my knee."
"I believe that," she said with a smile. "I'd better get to bed now. I'll be up
outside for a cigarette, using the butt can Bob had placed on the deck,
The next morning, he awoke to the smell of bacon. He did his morning
"Bob's already left for work," Sarah said as she put the food on the table.
"After breakfast, I'll take little Ryan to my mom's then I'll head over to the
hospital."
"Sounds good," Ryan said as he poured his coffee. "I hope to hear
"I think so," Ryan said. "If anybody can glean anything from it, he can."
They sat down to eat, and Ryan's phone buzzed the second he finished.
"Yeah, I do," Jorge said. "Can you get to my office this morning?"
"See ya when you get here," Jorge said, ending the call.
"Sure did," Ryan said. "I'm heading over there now. Call me if you get
"Love you, too," he said. He gave little Ryan a hug, then headed out. He
"I can tell you who pulled the trigger," Jorge said. "I can't identify the
driver, though."
standing with the other street punks, I guess," Jorge said. "His real name
"Yeah, I busted him a few times when I was on the force," Jorge said.
"Drugs, mostly. He's got an arrest record that goes back 10, 12 years.
video, you can see the car pull up to the gate and the driver punching a
"Someone on the inside had to give them that code, then," Ryan said.
"Something I don't get," Ryan said. "The police have this same video.
"In case you haven't been watching the news lately, there's been a lot of
riots across the country these last few months," Jorge said. "Mayor and
the city council are afraid it'll start up here, so they've been slowly
reducing the police budget and turning a blind eye to petty criminals like
Scroggins. I've heard that up to 20 percent of the force has quit because
of it, which means they don't have the manpower to investigate anything
"Yeah, it does," Jorge said in agreement. "So, what do you want to do?"
"I wanna talk to this Tyrone clown and see what he has to say," Ryan
"Well, she works during the day, and he normally isn't out and about until
"If you want," Ryan said. "But I can guarantee you I won't play by the
rules."
"There's one other person I'd like to bring with us," Ryan said. "An old
"Wanna come visit our trigger man with me?" Ryan asked.
"Why not," Ryan said. "We'll be by in about a half hour. Make sure you
"Will do, boss. See ya then," Bill said. After ending the call, Ryan
motioned for Jorge to follow him. They got in Ryan's rented vehicle and
drove to Bill's trailer. Ryan honked his horn as soon as he pulled up, and
watched as Bill came out of the trailer with his rifle and a backpack.
"Holy fuck," Jorge said. "Are you seriously going to let him carry that
thing around?"
"He knows what he's doing," Ryan said. "Trust me." Bill opened a back
door and got in. Ryan saw the AR had a bump stock attached to it.
That's my 'Mob Control Device.' You know, just in case they make it up
this way."
"Well, there's only one guy we're going after, so I doubt you'll need it,"
Ryan said.
"Better safe than sorry, I say," Bill said with a chuckle. Ryan smiled and
pulled out.
"Fifth and Emerson," Jorge said. "Just get back on the main road to town
"Okay," Ryan said. He knew the basic area, since the block wasn't too
far from where he and Lisa used to live. They finally made it to
Tyrone/Timmy's address and sat in the car a just across the street.
"His mother should be gone to work by now, assuming she still has the
"You and I will go to the front door, Jorge," he said. "Bill will circle around
and enter through the back. You bring your lock pick kit?" he asked Bill.
"Never leave home without it," Bill said from the back seat.
"Good," Ryan said. "Don't forget your backpack."
"Okay," Ryan said. "Bill, why you get out first and we'll give you some
time to make it around back. And for God's sake, try to keep that rifle
concealed. I don't want nosy neighbors freaking out and calling the cops.
"Got it," Bill said, opening the door. As they watched, Bill quickly worked
his way to the back door. They didn't see any movement from the other
houses, so they got out and walked calmly to the front door. Looking in
the window, they could see clear through the house and noticed that Bill
had made it to the door. Ryan knocked on the door, then rang the bell.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," they heard Timmy shout from inside. He
opened the door, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that hung
below his waistline, revealing the top of his boxers. It was a look that
"You hear the racist shit comin' outta this boy's mouth, Jorge?" he
asked. "Maybe we outta wash his mouth out with soap." Jorge chuckled
"Boy," he said. "Have you looked in the mirror lately? You're about three
shades whiter than I am." Ryan saw Timmy start to pull a switchblade
"Unless you're real hungry and wanna eat that toadsticker, boy, you'd
best leave it the fuck alone," Ryan said. Timmy hesitated for a moment.
"Unless you want a bullet in the back of yer head, you'd best do as yer
told," Bill said from behind Timmy. Scared and surprised, Timmy let go
"Why don't you do the neighborly thing and invite us inside," Ryan said.
"Uh, yeah, okay," Timmy said. "Come on in." He stepped back so Ryan
and Jorge could enter the room. "Are you like, police or something?"
Timmy asked.
"Something," Ryan said. "We have questions. You have answers. And
"A tough guy, huh? How many little wannabe tough guys like this you
"I don't know, boss," Bill said. "I've lost count. Offhand, I'd say about
400."
"400, huh?" Ryan asked rhetorically. "That sounds about right. So, Tie-
"Look," Timmy said, clearly scared, "I don't know shit. And I don't know
"Sit down, Timmy," Ryan said. Timmy sat down on the couch. Ryan sat
next to him as Jorge stood in front of him. Bill stood to the opposite side,
matter. The fact that there's three of us to your one, and the fact that one
three years, should be all that matters to you right now. Like I said, we
have questions. You have answers. So, we're going to ask you some
questions. Then you're going to give us the answers. You do that, and
"Good," Ryan said. "Now, tell us what you know about a woman who
"I don't know nothing 'bout no woman getting' shot at Knight Petroleum,"
Timmy said. Jorge pulled out an enlarged photo and set it on the coffee
table so Timmy could see it. They could clearly see Timmy's face and
his arm out the window of the car, holding a small pistol sideways.
"Bullshit, Timmy," he said. "We have video. That's you with your head
half out the window, and that's your hand holding a pistol."
"Tell me, Tie-Rone," Ryan said. "Where the fuck did you learn to hold a
gun? Watching the movies? You know, if anyone working for me ever
held a sidearm like that, I'd shoot 'em myself." Bill chuckled.
"Someone paid you and gave you that gun," Ryan said. "I wanna know
said. "Surely, you wouldn't want to get blood all over your mother's
"Okay, okay," Timmy said. "I'll tell you what you wanna know."
"Okay, so, this dude comes up to me one day and says someone he
"An older dude, I don't know," Timmy said. "He had an expensive suit,
"What'd the hat look like?" Ryan asked. "Was it like mine?"
"No," Timmy said. Ryan pulled out his phone and brought up a web site
"What'd the hat look like?" he asked. Timmy looked and pointed at one
style. Ryan read the caption: Ivy and Flat Caps. "What color was it?"
Ryan asked.
"Grey, with some red stripes," Timmy said.
"What else did you notice about this guy?" Ryan asked. "Did he have a
"Yeah, he had a big cheesy mustache, kinda like that guy on television,
John something-or-another," Timmy said. "I don't know his whole name.
My mom watches Fox News all the time and I saw him there."
"He had a slight accent, I think it was either British or Australian, I don't
know," Timmy said. Using his phone, Ryan went to the Knight Petroleum
website and looked through the pages that highlighted the executives
"Yeah, that kinda looks like him," Timmy said. Ryan read the bio
associated with the picture. The man was identified as Colin Blackstone,
and, the bio noted, he came to the United States from London when he
was 15 years old. That would explain the accent, Ryan thought.
showed it to Timmy.
"Well, he wanted to know if I would like to make $10,000," Timmy said. "I
said, sure. So he told me to follow the first dude's instructions and if I did
a good job, he might have more work for me. Then the other guy takes
me down to the river and parks behind this other car. He told me to get
in the back seat on the driver's side and I would find instructions. I did
what he said and found a briefcase with some money, a picture of some
woman and a gun. The instructions said I was to do as the driver said
and put a couple rounds in the woman, then I'd get the rest of the
money.
"So we drove to this gate, and the driver punches in a code or something
and it opened up. We went into the parking lot and waited for about a
half-hour. Then this woman comes out and just as she was getting into
her car, the driver tells me to get ready. I did, and we drove by her. I put
the gun out the window and got off a couple shots real quick, then the
driver takes off through the gate. I saw the woman go down, but I didn't
"We went back to the river where the other dude was waiting. He told me
to take the gun apart and toss it in the river, so I did. Then he gave me
another briefcase and told me to get lost. Said he'd be in touch if he had
"Did you ever get a look at the driver?" Ryan asked. Timmy shook his
head.
"No, never," he said. "He wore a baseball cap, sunglasses and a face
"I'll go take a look," Jorge said. After he left, Ryan turned back to Timmy.
got it?" Timmy nodded his head. Ryan picked up a notepad sitting on an
end table and a pen. He placed the pad in front of Timmy and handed
him the pen. "Start writing," he told Timmy. He watched as Timmy wrote
Jorge came back up, carrying two briefcases. He set them down and
opened them up so Ryan and Bill could see the contents. One case still
held the photo of Lisa and a printed document with the directions Timmy
"Most of it," Timmy said. "I bought some weed and stuff for my bros."
"You about finished with that?" he asked. Timmy nodded his head and
handed Ryan the paper. Ryan looked it over. It was hard to read, with
that Timmy had written down pretty much what he had told them. He
reading it, he folded it up and put it in his folder, then turned to Timmy.
"Alright, stand up and turn around, hands behind your back," he said.
"What?" Timmy asked. "You said if I told you everything I'd live. I told
reserve deputy sheriff and I'm placing you under arrest for the attempted
murder of Lisa Knight." He pulled out his handcuffs and put them on
Timmy as he read his Miranda rights. "Do you understand those rights
"Good," Jorge said. "Now, we're gonna take you down and you're going
to have a chat with some very nice policemen about what you did,
understand?"
"And remember," Ryan said. "You never saw me or my partner. Got it?
You mention one word and I promise you, mine will be the last face you
"Let's go," Jorge said. They left through the front door and quickly made
it to Ryan's car. Bill and Jorge got in the back, squeezing Timmy in the
middle. When they got to the police station, Ryan turned to face Timmy.
"This is where you get off, Timmy," he said.
"That woman," Timmy said. "Who was she to you? Why do you care
"Then you'd better pray to your God that the woman you shot lives,"
Ryan said. "If she dies, so help me God, I'll do everything in my power to
"I got it," Timmy said. "I'm sorry, man. Really, I am."
"Just remember, you never saw the two us," Ryan said, indicating
"No, thanks anyway," Jorge said. "My office is just up the street a couple
blocks."
"We have one more stop to make," Ryan said. "I'll be in touch. Thanks
for everything."
"Just wait till you get my bill," Jorge said with a laugh. They watched as
"Knight Petroleum," Ryan said. When they arrived, Ryan pulled out his
"Elmer Jenkins," the man at the other end said when he answered the
call.
"Mr. Jenkins, this is Ryan Caldwell. We met at the hospital," Ryan said.
"Of course, Mr. Caldwell," Elmer said. "I remember. What can I do for
you?"
"I have some information regarding the attempt on her life, and I need to
"Well then, I guess we had better meet. The sooner the better. Please
and looked at Bill. "Is it just me, or did he sound a bit... off?" Ryan asked.
"I have a feeling there's a lot more going on here," Ryan said. "You have
"Of course," Bill said. "Also have my backup in the bag. Why?"
"Good," Ryan said. "I'm going to call your phone. I want you to listen and
record everything that's said. If you sense anything going wrong, I want
"Sure smells like one to me," Ryan said. "I'm going to keep the keys to
the car here, just in case you have to make a hasty retreat."
"Okay," Bill said. "You think they'd actually try to take you here? In their
"They tried to murder Lisa in their executive parking lot, didn't they?"
Ryan asked.
"I see your point," Bill said.
"I'm going in now," Ryan said. "Keep your eyes and ears open, okay?"
"Will do, boss," Bill said. Ryan dialed Bill's phone and waited for him to
answer. Bill started the recording as Ryan got out of the car. Bill watched
as Ryan made his way to the front of the building. He went inside and
consulted the board in the front lobby, looking for Elmer Jenkins. He
found what he was looking for and walked to the line of elevators,
noticing that only one went to the floor Jenkins was on.
"Excuse me, sir," a man at the front desk said, getting Ryan's attention.
"I'm here to see Elmer Jenkins," Ryan said. "He's expecting me." The
man looked miffed as he took in the tall, lanky cowboy with the scarred
"And you are?" the man asked, his voice dripping with condescension.
"One moment, please," the man said, picking up a phone. Ryan heard
him talking to someone for a moment. He put the phone back down and
handed Ryan a blank white card. "You'll need this to access the
elevator," he said.
"Thanks," Ryan said, taking the card. He walked to the elevator and held
the card in front of the reader. The doors slid open and Ryan stepped
inside. After the doors closed, the elevator automatically began its
ascent.
When the elevator stopped, the doors opened. Ryan looked around,
"Good day, Mr. Caldwell," she said with a smile. "Mr. Jenkins is
double doors and down a hallway to a large office. After opening the
"Ah, Mr. Caldwell, please come in," Elmer said. Ryan walked in and
looked around. He saw no guards but stayed on the alert. "Have a seat,"
Elmer said as the receptionist left. Ryan sat, and finding the chair was
"Always vigilant, eh, Mr. Caldwell?" Elmer said with a smile. "I guess
that's helped keep you alive all these years, isn't it? You know, I've kept
an eye on you for quite a while now. Impressive record. Bronze Star,
Silver Star, Purple Heart, Combat Infantryman Badge. You're
go private after all that. You would've made quite an asset to our team."
"No problem," Elmer said. "I guess I can understand why you did what
you did. No doubt you were hurting after what Jake did to you and your
family."
"Of course," Elmer said. "I didn't get to be the Chairman of the Board by
just sitting on my ass, you know. I know everything that goes in in this
company. It's my job to know. Just like I knew about those moles you
recruited. Oh, don't look so surprised. That took balls, by the way. They
found exactly what I wanted them to find. Oh yes, it's all legit. But thanks
to Lisa, most of that has been mitigated by now. We might have to pay a
fine or suffer a slap on the wrist by the SEC, but that's minor. That's just
"What you don't know is that Jake wasn't the only one to sample what
"Those are just the highlights, if you will," Elmer said with a smirk. "Or
"Of course," Elmer said. "Along with most everyone else on the board.
Women included. Lisa was quite the wild child. Always the life of the
party. Espeially at our annual summer retreats. She and some of the
board even thought about including your daughter after she came of
age. Of course, most of that stopped after she married Jake. It's one
"Then why have her shot?" Ryan asked quietly, his stomach in knots by
these new revelations. He wanted to choke the life out of this guy, but he
knew he'd never get out of the building alive if he did. "You already had
control of her."
"I don't think you quite understand the big picture," Elmer said. "Take a
look out there," he added, motioning to the city far below. "Know what
you see down there? Commerce, my boy. Commerce and trade, all
made possible by us and other companies like us. You see, oil is the
engine that drives the economies of every nation on earth. Hundreds of
millions of people, all working because of the energy industry. Without it,
you'd be poor, dumb, blind and naked. You wouldn't even have the
"What's that got to do with shooting Lisa or trying to kill me?" Ryan said.
understand how engines work. Everything has to be just right for that
engine to work. If something breaks, the engine doesn't work and the car
doesn't run like it should. As a mechanic, it's your job to find the part that
doesn't work and replace it. The world is a lot like that. You see, we're all
parts of a great global engine. When everything fits like it should and
"But when one of those parts stops working like it should, it needs to be
taken out and replaced," Elmer said. "Jake screwed up. He was
replaced, and you, unwittingly, helped make that happen. Lisa also
screwed up. Some of her ideas were a bit too progressive for some
people's tastes.
"You see, there are some who think companies like ours are evil and
need to be destroyed. Some even want to take us all back to the Stone
Age where we live in caves, wear animal skins and eat whatever we can
"I will admit, though, having a woman at the helm, at least for a while,
Capitol Hill. That, believe it or not, means more than money in some
circles."
environmentalist," Ryan said. "What, you have a problem with clean air
"Not at all," Elmer said. "I'll match our environmental record with anyone.
Truth is, the folks who think they can replace oil with wind and solar
power are living in a dream world. It'll never happen, at least not in my
with Jake," Elmer said. "He had a lot to lose with the divorce and the
will."
something of a hurry."
"Let me give you a bit of friendly advise, Mr. Caldwell," Elmer said,
leaning forward in a vain attempt to intimidate Ryan. "A smart soldier like
you knows when it's time to charge and when it's time to back up and
regroup. This is a fight you can't win, and you know it. So, why don't you
just go back to that nice little hacienda of yours in Texas. You got
enough money to live comfortably the rest of your life. Enjoy your golden
years. Who knows. Maybe you'll meet a nice woman. And don't piss in
my soup again. I'd hate to see something happen to that cute daughter
"Well, Mr. Jenkins, I thought you were a smarter man than that," Ryan
said.
Ryan said. "I'll take your advise under consideration, but you need to
know one thing. You fuck with my family -- you even think about fucking
with my family, and I'll give you a war the likes of which you won't fucking
believe. And you know I can do it." Elmer looked hard at Ryan for a few
"Fair enough, Ryan," he said. "And I'll make sure that if Lisa gets through
this, she'll be well taken care of for the rest of her life." He stood and
extended a hand. Ryan looked at it for a few moments, then took Elmer's
hand in his. As they shook, Elmer squeezed his hand. Ryan knew what
he was trying to do and squeezed harder. Elmer looked at Ryan and for
a moment, felt as though he was looking into the face of death itself. He
Ryan saw the discomfort on Elmer's face and released his hand. Elmer
looked at him and felt fear for the first time in many years. Perhaps, he
thought, they made a huge mistake going after this man and his family.
"Reckon so," Ryan said coldly, not wanting to give Elmer so much as a
"Me too," he said. "Y'all have a nice day, y'hear?" he said, touching the
brim of his beat-up Stetson. He turned and left the office, leaving Elmer
After he left the building, he took the phone out of his pocket.
"Sure did," Bill said in response. Ryan ended the call, and turned off his
"Shit's gotten pretty deep," Bill said. Ryan nodded his head.
"I get the feeling they knew everything I've been doing for the last six
Got his own storefront down on Main Street. You think your phone's
"Something," Ryan said. "Let's go. I wanna talk to your friend." They
pulled out and Ryan followed Bill's directions to a strip mall on Main
Street. They saw a small store advertising computer and phone repair
"Let me see your phone real quick," Ryan said. Bill handed him his
phone. "You got that call recorded and saved on here?" he asked.
"I wanna send it off to someone," Ryan said. "Here's his email address,"
he added, handing Bill the card he got from FBI Special Agent Smith.
"Okay," Bill said as he put the email together. He sent it to the address
on the card and handed Ryan the phone. Ryan made the call and waited
"Look, I just sent you a recorded phone call," Ryan said. "It's a recording
"I think you'll find it... interesting," Ryan said. "I don't know if it can be
"I see something just came in," Smith said. "Alright, I'll check it out. Did
he threaten you?"
"You could say that," Ryan said. "He said a few other things you might
find enlightening."
"I see," Smith said. "You're not going to do anything stupid are you? I am
"Uh huh," Smith said. "Leave this to the pros, Mr. Caldwell. This isn't
thing."
"I can make some calls," Smith said. "I'll get it taken care of. Anything
else?"
"Alright," Smith said, not completely convinced Ryan would back off.
"We'll be in touch. Bye." The call ended, Ryan handed Bill's phone back
and got out of the car. They walked into the store and Bill introduced him
"Ryan, this is Greg Hamilton, the best in the business," Bill said. "Greg,
this is my good friend, Ryan Caldwell." The young man extended his
"Good to meet you, Mr. Caldwell," Greg said. "What can I do for you?"
"I'd like my phone checked out," Ryan said as he put the battery back in
"I think it's been bugged or something," Ryan said. "Can you tell if it
has?"
"Yeah," Greg said, shrugging his shoulders. "Let me take a look." Ryan
handed the phone and watched as Greg's fingers flew over the screen.
"Oh, your phone has been hacked alright," Greg said. "It's probably been
cloned as well. It's full of spyware and there's a hidden app that's
"Yeah," Greg said. "Some companies use an app like this if they suspect
transcribes the calls into a text file and uploads it all to the cloud."
"Well, can you unclone it?" Ryan asked. "Can you get rid of all that
stuff?"
"Yeah," Greg said. "The app has the server address and the credentials.
The server address and the username is easy to see, but the password
There's a lot to do and I'll need to get in touch with your carrier to see if
it's been cloned. They can block the cloned device if it has. Can I hang
on to it overnight?"
"Yeah," Ryan said. He pulled a roll of cash out of a money belt around
his waist and peeled off ten $100 bills. "Think this will cover it?" Greg
"Yeah, it'll more than cover it," he said. "If you come back by in the
morning, I'll have it ready for you, clean as the day it was made."
"Thanks," Ryan said, shaking Greg's hand. They said their goodbyes
and left.
"I remember she told me she had already set it up for my area code and
had already programmed some numbers in it for me. At this point, I don't
"Elmer made a good point," Ryan said. "A smart soldier knows when it's
time to back up and regroup. I think maybe that's exactly what we should
do."
"For now," Ryan said. "I'll need to talk to Jorge first. I'll do that tomorrow.
I'll talk to the kids tonight. I'll let Elmer think he's got the upper hand, at
least for a while. That'll also give the feds time to do their work."
"Want me to reach out to the old team?" Bill asked. "You know they'd do
"Yeah, do that," Ryan said. "I'll be in touch, probably after I've gotten
back home. Once I've had a chance to wrap my head around all this shit,
"Okay," Bill said. "Let's do it, then." Ryan started the car and took his old
friend home, then went back to Sarah and Bill's house. He saw Sarah's
car in the driveway and parked behind it. Walking in the house, he saw
"Not too bad," she said. "Bob's still at work and little Ryan is at his folk's
"No improvement from yesterday," she said. "The doctor said they'll
probably keep her under for another couple weeks. Hopefully, the
"Not really," Ryan said. "I need to talk with you for a few minutes. This
"Turns out your mother's attack was planned and carried out by her own
board of directors. They paid some punk $10,000 to take her out," he
said.
"Yeah," Ryan said. "We got the punk. He confessed and we turned him
over to the police. I also met with Elmer Jenkins today," he said. "He
"No, I didn't," she said. "Have you looked at the DVD?" she asked. Ryan
"Maybe we should, just to get an idea of what she was up to," Sarah
said.
"I'm not sure that's something you ought to see," Ryan told her.
"Dad, please, I'm an adult," she said. "I know all about sex. Remember,
I'm married and I've given birth. And it may shock you to know that I've
"I know," she said. "But maybe it'll help us both understand her frame of
mind at the time. Go ahead and set it up and I'll grab us some tea." She
walked into the kitchen and Ryan reluctantly put the DVD in the player
and turned on the television. She came back with two glasses and set
them on the coffee table. They sat down on the couch and Ryan started
lying on her back with her legs spread wide, her shaved pussy dripping
on the table where she lay. She held a sign that read, "You are here,"
with an arrow pointing to her wet pussy. They heard laughter from off-
camera and several people came into view. They were naked as well.
Ryan recognized Jake and a younger Elmer and noticed there was a mix
of men and women -- probably the board of directors at the time this was
noted the timestamp in the lower corner, which suggested the video was
made about eight months before she hit him with divorce papers.
"Let's get this show on the road," Elmer hollered out as the others
"I am," said a voice that seemed to come from behind the camera. Elmer
"Take good notes, kid," he said. "There may be a test on this after the
meeting." That prompted more laughter. He turned back to Lisa. "As the
his cock, which was quite hard by now. "Are you ready, Mrs. Caldwell?"
he asked Lisa.
"Oh, God, yes, sir, I'm more than ready," she giggled. "Fuck me," she
begged. Elmer licked her snatch, then stood up and slid his hard prick
inside her. The man holding the camera moved to get a close-up view of
the action. As they watched, Elmer fucked her hard as everyone else
gathered around and cheered. They could hear Lisa moaning as Elmer
After a few minutes, they heard Elmer grunt as he ejaculated inside Lisa.
"Next!" Elmer declared. A large black man got between her legs and
"It's my turn," he said. "I gotta have some of this white pussy. You ready
"Yeah, Vern," she moaned. "Shove that monster cock in my pussy and
"Here goes," he said, pushing inside her until his balls slapped against
"God, yes, fuck me, dammit," she cried. "Fill me up. Fuck me." Another
man stood next to her head and put his cock at her mouth. She opened
her mouth and began sucking as Vern fucked her hard. After he finished,
one of the women came around and cleaned out the mess between her
"Eww," Sarah groaned as she watched the woman on the video. When
she finished, Lisa got up and another man slid on the table underneath
her, his hard prick jutting up. Lisa straddled him and sat down on his
cock, letting him impale her. She leaned forward so her ass was in the
air.
"Make me airtight," she moaned. Another black man came behind her,
spit on his cock, then guided it into Lisa's ass. She moaned loudly as he
came in front of her and pointed his cock at her face. She opened her
As they watched, the three men fucked her furiously until they, too,
Lisa took on every man in the room, with some, including Jake, fucking
her more than once. She even went down on the women, licking their
pussies to orgasm while the men cheered. At one point, she took two
large cocks into her gaping pussy at the same time while sucking a third.
When the gangbang was finally over, she sat on the table, her body
covered with cum and cum leaking out of her pussy and ass.
"God, that was wonderful," she said. "I'd better get cleaned up, though. I
"Don't bother with that," Elmer said. "Just let that stupid grease monkey
that.
"Maybe when that cute daughter of yours turns 18, you can bring her in
to join the fun," Vern said to everyone's approval. "I'd love to pop that
Turn it off, Dad, NOW! I've seen enough." Ryan stopped the video and
turned the television off. He held his daughter as she cried on his
shoulder. "I can't believe she'd want me to do something like that," she
said as she sobbed. "I hate her. I fucking HATE her! I hope she fucking
DIES!"
Ryan said nothing as he held his daughter. He wrapped his arms around
her and rocked her as she sobbed. For a moment, she was a little girl
again. He comforted her as best he could, but his emotions were just as
roiled as hers. He knew she had cheated on him, but he had no idea of
Finally, Sarah collected herself and sat on the couch, wiping her face.
"I had no idea it was this bad, though," Ryan said. "I'm sorry. Perhaps
"What are you going to do now?" he asked her. She shook her head.
"I don't know, Dad," she said. "I know this was over ten years ago, but
"I know how you feel," he said. "But I'm afraid it's even worse than we
originally thought."
"You remember your mother gave me a cell phone when I was here six
"Turns out that phone is loaded down with all kinds of spyware," he said.
"I don't know if she put it on or if someone else did. On top of that,
Jenkins threatened you and little Ryan. Suggested that something bad
"Oh my God," she said. "You're not going to back off, though, are you?
"No," Ryan said. "But he needs to think I am. You guys will have federal
protection. I've already arranged for that. I need to make plans, but I
can't do it here. I need to go home and set things in motion from there."
"I don't plan on seeing her again," Ryan said. "You do what you feel you
have to do."
"Okay," she said. "Wait a minute. I have Mom's things here. I got them
when I went to the hospital. Maybe her phone is still in her purse. Let me
go look." She went upstairs and came back down a couple minutes later
with a phone that looked much like his, except hers was in a pink case.
She turned it on and they noticed it was locked. Ryan thought for a
moment and had Sarah punch in her mother's birthday. Sarah put in the
month and date of Lisa's birthday and the phone opened right up.
"My dad, the hacker," Sarah said with a smile. Ryan laughed at that.
"Looks like the last thing she had opened was her messenger," Sarah
said, looking at the phone. They read the last few messages, which were
"So, it looks like Elmer knew she was leaving the office," Ryan said.
They noted the time, which was just a few minutes before Lisa was
gunned down.
"You think Elmer knew that guy was waiting for her?" Sarah asked.
"I do," Ryan said. "I'll take that with me tomorrow. I'll have a chance to
go through it in more detail after I leave." Just then, Bob came in the
door.
"Hey, guys, I'm home," he announced. His jovial spirit quickly went away
"There's been some developments," Ryan said. "I think you should sit
down." Bob put his briefcase down and sat on the couch next to Sarah.
Ryan spent the next half hour filling Bob in on the events of the day.
"Crap," Bob said when he was finished. "So, what are you gonna do
now?"
"I'm going home tomorrow," Ryan said. "There should be federal agents
showing up here any time now. They'll be here to protect the three of
you. Agents will also be sent to your parents house," he added, looking
"Thanks for thinking of them," he said. "I'd better call and let them know."
He left the room and called his parents to advise them of the situation.
He came back out a few minutes later. "We decided that it might be best
if little Ryan stay there for a day or two," he said. "Don't worry, Dad's a
somber affair. Afterward, they settled in the living room. Ryan pulled the
DVD from the player and turned the television on. Just then, there was
knock at the door. Bob looked through the front window and saw two
"Can I help you?" he asked. The two men pulled out their credentials
"Agent Gillespie, FBI," one man said. "This is Agent Williams. Are you
Robert Greene?"
"Very well, Bob," Gillespie said. "We've been assigned to protect you
"Sure, come on in," Bob said. They came into the house and looked
around. Williams went upstairs while Gillespie walked around the lower
floor.
"Do you have any firearms?" Gillespie asked Bob. Bob shook his head.
"Yes, we do, but he's at my parents' house," Bob said. "Will be tonight
"Can I get you two something to drink?" Sarah asked. "Coffee, tea,
Coke?"
and black."
"Coming right up," she said, going to the kitchen. Gillespie looked at
Ryan.
"Special Agent Smith wants you to know that he's gone through the
audio you sent him and has forwarded it to the federal prosecutor,"
"He also wanted me to remind you that you're not in Africa or the Middle
"Thank him for me, will you?" Ryan asked. Gillespie nodded his head
slightly.
"There's a spare bedroom right upstairs if you need to get some sleep,"
"Thank you, Mr. Greene, but we won't be sleeping," Gillespie said. "Will
"Right," Bob said. "Well, please make yourself at home." Sarah came
back with two cups of coffee. She handed one to Williams, who
accepted it with a slight smile and a nod. Then she handed another to
"Extra hot, strong and black just as you wanted," she said.
"I'll station myself on the back porch," Williams said. Gillespie nodded his
head.
"I'll be right out front," Gillespie said. "If you need anything, please let me
know."
"No problem," Gillespie said. "It's our job." They went out the doors and
took their stations, leaving Sarah, Bob and Ryan looking at each other.
"I am," Ryan said. "I'll be leaving in the morning, right after breakfast."
"Are you gonna be alright, princess?" he asked. She nodded her head.
"I'll be okay, Dad," she said. "I'm just so pissed at Mom right now, I could
scream."
"I understand," he said. "It does get better with time. Trust me, I've been
there."
"At least I know the whole truth," she said. "God, what was she
thinking?"
"She wasn't," Ryan said. "At least, not with her brain. I'd better get to
"Good night," Sarah and Bob said as he made his way upstairs.
The next morning, Ryan woke up, showered, dressed and went
downstairs, following the smell of bacon and fresh coffee. Sarah put
some bacon and eggs on a plate for him as he poured a cup of coffee.
"Careful with that coffee, Dad," she said. "I made it extra hot for our
guests."
"Thanks for the warning," he said. Bob and the two agents were already
at the table when he sat down. He watched as the agents ate their
breakfast, and couldn't help but notice that they seemed to chew almost
"Yes," Gillespie said. "But it's still early. They could strike at any time.
"Good," Gillespie said. "No offense, but having you here puts them in
nodded his head, seemingly satisfied with Ryan's answer. After they
finished, Ryan put his plate in the sink and headed upstairs to grab his
gear. He came back down a few minutes later and hugged Bob and
Sarah.
"We will, Daddy," Sarah said. Bob nodded his head in agreement.
"Good," Ryan said. He turned to his daughter. "I want you to know that
"Thanks, Dad," she said. "I'll look after her, but I don't support what she
did. And I'll make damn sure she knows after she's awake. I know I
made you promise to try to be there for her, but I'll support whatever you
decide as well."
"I will Dad," she said. "Bye. Let us know when you get home."
"I will," he said. He shook the agents' hands and left for Greg's shop.
"Worked on it most of the night, but it's clean and good as new," Greg
said. "I took the liberty of calling your provider, and they verified it had
been cloned. The other device has been blocked, so you should be good
to go. I also managed to get into the server where everything was being
stored. They has a shitload of stuff sitting there. Anyway, I was able to
delete it and I wreaked a bit of havoc on the server while I was at it. I
think you'll find the phone is a lot faster than before as well, now that all
that crap is off. I've also turned off the GPS feature, so they won't be
"You don't have to do that," Greg said. Ryan shook his head.
"You worked hard, you deserve it," Ryan said. "Take the little lady out to
"Thanks," he said. "If there's anything else I can do for you, let me
know."
"Will do," Ryan said. He turned and left the store, but gave Jorge a call
"I'm heading to the airport," Ryan said. "You got a couple minutes?"
"I am, at least for now," Ryan said. "How'd it go with ol' Tie-Rone?" Jorge
"He's in federal custody right now, and singing like a canary," Jorge said.
"The prosecutor took the case over. He's filing charges against Timmy,
and he's also looking at charges against Elmer Jenkins and others. He
"Look, you be careful out there," Jorge said. "I'll stay on the case as long
as you need, but you should know that you've stirred up a hornet's nest.
They will be coming after you and quite possibly your family. It's only a
matter of time."
"I tend to agree," Ryan said. "That's why I'm going back home, at least
for now. I need to regroup and I can't do that here. By the way, what do I
owe you?"
"I'll send you a bill," Jorge said. "Be careful and let me know when you
get home."
"Will do," Ryan said, ending the call. He pulled out and drove to the
airport. After returning the rental vehicle in, he made his way to the
terminal and, a couple hours later, was flying back to Texas. As he sat in
his seat, he read through the texts and emails on Lisa's phone.
The plane landed and Ryan got off. After grabbing his duffel bag, he
walked to his truck and headed home. Home, sweet home, he thought.
He was almost there, when he saw a lone figure walking alongside the
it was -- Beverly Simons, the 45-year-old widow who lived just down the
road from him. He wondered what she was doing out here on the hot
you okay, ma'am?" She shook her head as tears flooded down her face.
"Come on, get inside. It's too hot to be out there like that."
"Are you sure, Mr. Caldwell?" she asked. "I don't want to impose."
"I'm sure," he said. He got out, put her suitcase in the back seat and
opened the front door for her. He closed the door after she got in. He
"I've lost it all," she cried. "Everything." He held her as she wailed.
The plane landed and Ryan got off. After grabbing his duffel bag, he
walked to his truck and headed home. Home, sweet home, he thought.
He was almost there, when he saw a lone figure walking alongside the
it was -- Beverly Simons, the 45-year-old widow who lived just down the
road from him. He wondered what she was doing out here on the hot
you okay, ma'am?" She shook her head as tears flooded down her face.
"Come on, get inside. It's too hot to be out there like that."
"Are you sure, Mr. Caldwell?" she asked. "I don't want to impose."
"I'm sure," he said. He got out, put her suitcase in the back seat and
opened the front door for her. He closed the door after she got in. He
"I've lost it all," she cried. "Everything." He held her as she wailed.
...
"The house, my car, all my furniture, everything," she wailed through her
tears. "Even my chickens." She started crying even harder, her face
turning beet red. "My defenseless chickens. They'll die if I'm not there to
feed them." He knew she kept chickens and sold eggs to families in town
to supplement what she got from her husband's Social Security and he
property?"
"The sheriff was out this morning and said if I didn't have the money I
"Down to the creek," she said. "I have no where else to go, so I thought
everything would be better if I just went there and died," she said. That
brought on another crying jag. Saddened by her plight, he held her for a
few minutes.
"I don't want to be a burden," she said. "My poor Wallace would be so
deceased husband. He had never met the man, but heard good things
"Too much," she said. "About $170,000. I had all my bills consolidated
through the bank and I've done everything I could to make ends meet.
I've even stopped eating every other day to save money, but it's not
enough. Every time I think things are gonna work out, they turn to shit.
"First National Bank in town," she said. "There's nothing you can do. All
"That's where I bank as well," Ryan said. "Let me make a call." He pulled
out his wallet and found the business card he was looking for, then
"First National Bank," a receptionist said when she answered the phone.
"Tell him it's Ryan Caldwell, and if wants to keep my business, he'll
"Oh, yes sir, Mr. Caldwell. Just one moment, please," she said. A few
"Mr. Caldwell," he said, sounding excited. "Good to hear from you, sir.
"You'll be a lot sorrier when I pull my account from your bank," Ryan
said.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Caldwell, but those are the rules, and I have to follow
"She's sitting in my truck right now, crying her eyes out, telling me she's
going to commit suicide because you had the sheriff come and evict her
from her home," Ryan said. "Tell me, Mr. Goldsmith, what kind of a piece
of shit kicks a widow out of her own house with nothing but the clothes
"Mr. Caldwell, please understand," Jay began. "I don't like it any more
than you do. We've done everything we legally can to help her out, but
this has been coming for quite some time. My hands are tied. Her
"So if her bill gets paid, you'll release her house back to her?" Ryan
asked.
"Well, yes," Jay said. "But there's other issues. Her debt to income ratio
is very high. I'm afraid this will only happen again later on."
"You let me worry about that, Jay," Ryan said. "Tell you what. I'm coming
into town and we're gonna get this mess straightened out. Get her
paperwork ready and make sure that piece of crap sheriff is there to
"Well, five o'clock today, closing time," Jay said. Ryan looked at his
watch.
"It's 11:30 right now," Ryan said. "I'm turning around and I'll be there in
"Why, yes sir, Mr. Caldwell," Jay said. "I'll be right here. And thank you,
"You're welcome," Ryan said. He ended the call and looked at Beverly.
Her eyes were wide and she looked shocked. "Come on, Ms. Simons,
let's go get your house back." She broke into a wide smile and threw her
"Thank you, Mr. Caldwell," she said. "That's the kindest thing anyone's
my father." She laughed for the first time in a very long time.
"Please call me Beverly. Or Bev. That's what all my friends call me," she
said, wiping tears from her eyes. Ryan whipped his truck around,
"The last several years haven't been easy on us," she said. "Wallace
was a hard worker and always took care of things. But he started having
medical problems. He got diabetes, but he wouldn't adjust his diet like
the doctor said. I tried to get him to eat right, but he wouldn't hear it. It
got so bad they ended up amputating his feet. After that, he started
having problems with his kidneys and had to go through dialysis. It got
so he couldn't take care of the crops, so he sold the fields and the
equipment.
"That helped some, but then he started having other medical problems.
It was one thing after another after another. We took a loan on the house
to help pay for everything. He went on Social Security and had a major
said.
"It took up pretty much everything we had to pay for his final expenses
and his funeral," she said. "I got some of his Social Security, and sold
eggs to make ends meet. It wasn't easy, but I managed. I still had the
pretty much everything coming in. Then this damn coronavirus hit. Half
the town's out of work now and my egg sales have nearly dried up. Jay
did everything he could, extending credit and all, but it just wasn't
enough. Then my car broke down and I had to get it fixed. That took up
"You say your husband was on Social Security?" Ryan asked. "He
"Yeah," she said. "I've known him all my life. He was a friend of my
parents. They died in a car crash and he took me in. They were dirt poor
all their lives and didn't have anything, really. They didn't even own the
trailer we lived in. Wallace let me stay with him after they died. I didn't
of the house and all the animals while he tended the fields. He offered to
"Anyway, Wallace and I fell in love," she said. "I always had a bit of a
crush on him, so it was pretty easy for me. We got married, had a boy
"He was a good man," she said. "He worked hard, helped his neighbors
when they needed it, took good care of me and our boy, Jason. He
never got drunk, was never abusive and was always there for us."
"We were," she said. "We were crazy in love with each other." She
started crying again. "Now I've lost everything we worked so hard for."
"You haven't lost it yet," Ryan said. "We're here," he added as he pulled
into the bank parking lot. "Might want to clean up a bit," he said, handing
her a clean handkerchief. She wiped her face and checked her makeup
"You ready?" he asked. She looked at him and nodded her head.
"Good," he said, smiling. "Let's git 'er done." She chuckled and got out of
the truck. They walked into the bank and Ryan headed straight for the
elevator. They got in and Ryan punched the button for the fourth floor
right in." Beverly looked at Ryan and wondered who this man was and
about the man who bought the old Winters place, and thought he was
just a lonely drifter, living in that old, run-down house. He certainly didn't
look like anyone special in that battered old hat, jeans and plain western
"Thank you," Ryan said, walking to a set of double doors. He opened the
door and motioned for Beverly to go in first, then closed the door after
walking through. Jay stood up from behind his desk and extended a
hand. Ryan shook it and nodded at Sheriff Coltrane, who also stood up
"Let's get this done, shall we?" Ryan asked. Jay nodded his head. "What
does Ms. Simons owe, total?" Jay wrote a number on a piece of paper
off.
"Yeah, I know," Ryan said. "Income to debt ratio. But if her debts are
paid, that shouldn't be a problem, should it? I was led to understand this
"That's true," Jay said. "But she still has monthly expenses to consider.
Bills, utilities, gas, food, what have you. What she has coming in now
"Okay," Ryan said. "Let me worry about that. What do we have to do?"
"Just insert your debit card and punch in your code," he said. After Ryan
did that, he continued. "Now punch in the amount you want to transfer,"
Jay added. Ryan did some quick math in his head and punched in
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" Jay asked, his eyes wide.
"Absolutely," Ryan said. "That should mitigate any concerns over income
to debt ratios, don't you think? Even after whatever taxes she might have
please, insert your ATM card so we can complete this?" Beverly nodded
her head, pulled out her card and inserted it in the reader. As they
"The transfer has been made," he said. "Let me just make one more
computer. He hit enter and watched for a few moments more. Then he
"Mrs. Barber, would you please come into my office?" he asked. "And
"Right away, sir," she said. A few moments later, she came into the
"I'd be honored to," the sheriff said, standing up. They signed all the
papers and Mrs. Barber notarized them when they were done. She
made copies and brought them back to Jay, who handed a copy of the
paperwork to Beverly.
"Ms. Simons, here's paperwork showing all your debts to this bank are
paid in full," he said. "You'll get the deed to your property and the title on
your car in the next few days." He turned to the sheriff and handed him
another set of paperwork. "Sheriff, if you would please, run this over to
"It'll be my pleasure," the big man said, taking the paperwork. "While I'm
at it, I'll get the paper to drop that public notice. Don't want folks to get
"Do that," Jay said. It was common for the local paper to publish public
"Mr. Caldwell," he said. "I want you to know that it plum broke my heart
apologies."
"Accepted," Ryan said. "But I think she's the one you need to apologize
to."
Caldwell, but I get the feeling it was God's will for you two to meet out
there like you did." He glanced at Beverly before continuing. "You do
know he's single, like you, right, Ms. Simons?" She shook her head.
"I didn't know," she said. Sheriff Coltrane smiled as he nodded his head.
He fished a set of keys out of his pocket and handed them to her.
"I'll get a deputy over to your place and have him take off all the locks,"
he said. "You take good care of this man now, you hear me?" She
"Thank you, sheriff," she said. "I will." He turned back to Ryan.
"That was the damndest thing I ever did see," he told Ryan. "You're a
good man, Mr. Caldwell, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart."
"You let me know if there's anything I can ever do for ya, okay?" the
sheriff said.
"No publicity," Ryan said. "I know how something like this can get out in
"Here's your new balance, Ms. Simons," Jay said, handing Beverly a
small slip of paper. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the balance.
"I can't accept all this," she said. "I'll never be able to repay you." Ryan
smiled.
"Don't even think about it," Ryan said. "And yes, you can accept it." He
turned to Jay. "I trust you'll have one of your financial advisers work with
her to create a budget and manage this so it lasts her for a while."
"I'll take care of it myself," Jay said. "Just curious, why did you do this?"
"I don't mind helping someone who's making an honest effort," Ryan
said. "Besides, I know what it's like to lose everything that means
"I understand," Jay said. He turned to Beverly. "Give me a call this week
walked out of the bank. Beverly was stunned by what Ryan had done
and wondered what he wanted in return. He opened the door of his truck
"When was the last time you had a decent meal?" he asked.
"I don't know about you, but I could eat something," he said. "Why don't
"Are you sure?" she asked. "After everything you've already done?"
"It's only lunch," he said. "Besides, it'll take a while for the deputy to get
"Okay," she said. "It's just been a while since a handsome man asked
me out."
"Maybe we should see about getting your eyes checked while we're at
"Call it a woman's intuition," she said. "But I suspect under that rough
They left the bank and pulled into a steak house along the main drag.
"I've eaten here a time or two," he said. "They make real nice sirloin. You
"Maybe I will," she said. "It's been a long time since I've had a steak."
They placed their order and waited for the food to arrive.
"So," Beverly said. "I've told you my story. What's yours? What did you
"I was married once as well," he said. "A long time ago. Thought I had a
"I was a mechanic," he said. "A certified ASE Master Mechanic. Had
"I don't mind," he said. "Was married for about 17 years to my high
school sweetheart. Had a good job, a nice home, a family. Wife came
home one day and announced she was divorcing me. Said she didn't
want to be married to a grease monkey who wasn't going anywhere.
"Not your fault," he said. "That day, they both died to me. So did my
dreams."
"That had to have hurt so much," she said. "I can't even begin to imagine
"Sure you can," Ryan said. "I felt pretty much the same way you did
"But you still had your house, right?" she asked. "You still had your job
said.
said. "I even put a gun in my mouth once. I couldn't pull the trigger,
though."
"Ran into an old friend of mine at a bar one night after the divorce went
through," Ryan said. "He offered me a job and I took it. Traveled a lot
"What were you doing?" she asked. "Where did you go?"
"I was what you might call a private security consultant," he said.
"Wherever there were bad guys with attitude screwing with good guys
just trying to make an honest living, that's where I went. Africa, South
"I never thought of it that way," he said. "But, yeah, I guess you could
"And I take it you got paid good money to do this," she said.
"I did," he said. "A whole lot more than I ever made as a mechanic. And I
had a friend who helped me make even more money off the money I
earned."
"Is that how this happened?" she asked, indicating the eye patch and the
"Yeah," he said. "It was my last job. The sheikh I worked for made it
"That's the wise old man you talked about earlier?" she asked.
"It was," Ryan said. "He suggested I go someplace quiet and find
peace."
"So you came here," she said. Ryan nodded his head.
"I always wondered why someone would buy that old run-down house,"
she said. "I remember playing with the kids who used to live there a long
time ago. The place was pretty run down even then. So what are you
doing now?"
"I thought you said your family was dead to you," she said.
"They were," Ryan said. "Turns out my daughter married some analyst
"Let me guess," Beverly said. "They want you and your ex-wife to be
"What, reconcile with her?" he asked. He shook his head. "No," he finally
"No it's not, Ryan," she said. "She ripped your heart out with her
betrayal. I can understand you'd want to help your daughter. She's your
flesh and blood. But I could never imagine being friends with the person
"You're very wise, Beverly Simons," he said. "Besides, I've just learned a
"I just got back from seeing the family," he said. "She was shot in the
head."
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "DO they know who did it?"
"We know," he said. "We also have an idea about why."
"Wait a minute," she said. "I saw something on the news about a female
oil company CEO who was gunned down. Was that her?"
"If there's anything I can do, please let me know," she said. He smiled.
"I don't know what you can do, but thanks anyway," he said. They
"I hate to impose after everything you've already done," she said. "But
would you mind if we stop at the Piggly Wiggly? I have to pick up a few
things."
"Not at all," he said. "I need to grab a few things myself." They stopped
at the store and he walked with her, pushing the cart as she filled it up
with groceries. Her eyes popped out when she saw him grab a packet of
"So I've heard," he said. They paid for their food and Ryan loaded it in
the truck. They got back in and headed out. By the time they got to her
place, the gate was unlocked and open. He pulled in the driveway and
parked in front of her two-story ranch house, then helped her carry
everything inside.
"Well, I'd better get on home," he said. She stopped him at the door and
wrapped her arms around him before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you for everything," she said. "I don't know what I would've done
if you hadn't picked me up." He smiled as he looked into her pretty face.
"It was my pleasure," he said. "If there's anything else you need, please
let me know."
"I will, thanks," she said. "Would it be alright if I come by every so often?"
"Any time," he said. "Let me give you my number." He wrote his cell
number on a slip of paper she gave him and handed it back to her. "It's
been a long time since I've taken a woman out, but maybe we can go
"It would be more than alright with me," she said with a smile. He left her
house feeling like a teenager who had just arranged his first date. When
he got home, he put the few groceries he had away and took his duffel
bag upstairs. His phone began buzzing, so he took it out of his pocket,
and noticed it was Sarah. That's when he realized he forgot to call when
"Hello," he said.
"Thank God you're alright," Sarah said. "I've been worried sick. What
happened?"
"Oh, I ran into a widow on my way home and helped her for a bit," he
said. "I'm sorry I didn't call, I just got home. Any news?"
"No, not really," she said. "We were just worried that something
happened to you."
"I just had lunch with an attractive widow, then took her to the store,"
Ryan said.
"You mean, you actually took a woman out to lunch?" she asked. "What
about all this stuff about no more relationships and living like a miserable
she said.
"I just might do that," he said. "The FBI guys still there with you?"
"Yeah," she said. "Gillespie is playing cops and robbers with little Ryan if
"Now that's something I'd like to see," Ryan said. "Listen, you guys be
"We will, Dad," she said. "Anyway, I have to go make dinner now. I'll call
if I hear anything."
"Do that," Ryan said. The call ended, Ryan went downstairs and made a
fresh pitcher of sweet tea, then went on the front porch. He sat down in
his rocking chair, lit a cigarette and pulled out Lisa's phone.
The first thing he did was check to see if there was tracking software on
it, the way Greg showed him earlier. He didn't see anything, but turned
off the GPS anyway just in case. He didn't think anyone would be
monitoring it in any case, since she was in a coma, but he thought he'd
He spent the next couple hours going through her emails and texts trying
to find something that would give him a clue about what was going on.
Most of it was dry, business-oriented stuff that didn't mean a lot to him.
There were emails about things like audits and profit-and-loss sheets,
and a few emails about minimizing the damage from Jake's pending
trials, but not much of anything that helped him out in any real
meaningful way.
"I bet you can't wait for this year's retreat," Elmer had written. He looked
"It'll be the first retreat I've been on without Jake," she said. "I can't wait
remembered Elmer telling him how Lisa had gone wild at their annual
started one using the word, "retreat." He watched as the app searched
on his keyword, the arrow continually spinning. He set the phone down
"Hey, Ryan," Jorge said when he answered. "You made it home, I see."
"Yes, I did," Ryan said. "Look, I need you to see if you can find
of town," Ryan said. "Can you do some digging and see if you can find
out where that might be? I'm thinking they own some property
neighbors."
"I'll do some searches and see what I can come up with," he said. "It'll
"No problem," Ryan said. "Let me know as soon as you find something."
They ended the call and Ryan had another idea. He called Bob's cell
"Tell me something, Bob," Ryan said. "I'm curious to know how you
"Well, it took some work," Bob said. He went on to talk about county
"Bottom line, you found me by digging through county tax and property
"Yeah, I don't see why not," Bob said. "I already have the macros
"I don't know," Bob said. "A couple days, maybe a bit more. I've already
"Do it," Ryan said. "Coordinate with Jorge Trujillo if you would, please."
"Alright, I'll get right on it," Bob said. Ryan gave him Jorge's number,
then ended the call. He looked at Lisa's phone and saw the search had
finally completed, and had displayed all emails mentioning the word,
"retreat." He began to read through them and realized the retreats were
nothing more than three or four-day long parties filled with alcohol, illicit
sex and drugs. A plan began to form in his mind as he read the emails.
After reading the emails, he turned her phone off and yanked the
shooting targets with his .45 caliber pistol when he heard someone call
from behind him. He cleared his pistol and turned to see Beverly in a t-
"Well, hello, neighbor," he said, taking in the lovely sight before him.
"You seem to do quite well, given you only have one good eye," she
"Not at all," he said, handing her his ear protection. She put it on, then
loaded a magazine and slid it into the handle. He was impressed that
she knew how to handle the pistol. She took her stance and holding the
pistol with both hands, fired nine rounds into the paper target he had
placed up. She cleared the pistol and they looked at the target. One
round went high and to the right, but the rest formed an impressive
said.
"Of course," she said. "We had to sell them though. All except for my old
.410 shotgun. I use that to keep the coyotes away from the chickens."
"Yeah, one or two," he said. "What's in the basket, if you don't mind my
asking."
"Not at all," she said. "I made up some lasagna and thought maybe we
could have dinner tonight. Unless you have something else planned."
"I could go for some lasagna," he said. "C'mon up to the house, it's
about supper time anyway." He grabbed the basket and they walked to
the house.
"I really like what you've done to the place," she said. "It doesn't look
"Thanks. It's been good to me, so I figured I'd fix it up a bit," he said. He
opened the back door and motioned for her to enter, checking out her
legs as she went ahead of him. He noticed there was maybe a quarter
inch of denim between her legs as she climbed the stairs into the house.
"I see you remodeled the inside as well," she said. "Very nice, but it
"Maybe you need to make some new memories in here," she said.
"Maybe," he said wistfully. He put the basket on the kitchen counter and
she began emptying it, placing the dish of lasagna on a potholder he had
glasses.
"I hope you don't mind sweet tea," he said. "It's either that or Coke."
"Sweet tea is perfect," she said. He put ice in the glasses from the
couple potholders from a drawer and carried the lasagna to the table.
Beverly took the potholder it sat on and placed it on the table for him. He
"I love lasagna," he said. "Especially when it's full of mushrooms and
dripping with cheese." He took a bite and savored the flavor. "My God,
Beverly, this is the absolute best lasagna I've ever had." She smiled as
"Not at all," he said. "I could eat like this every day. You cook like this for
Wallace?"
"Yes," she said. "I loved cooking for him. I also enjoyed making this for
you." He looked at her and took in her features, her soft eyes, her
"Thank you very much," he said. "This sure beats the hell outta TV
"Well, I went into town and got some feed for the chickens," she said.
"The good stuff this time. It sure felt good. I felt, I don't know, alive, for
the first time in a very long time. I can't tell you how long it's been since I
"You shoulda called, I would've helped you," Ryan said. "Those bags of
"Nonsense," she said. "I'm a farm girl. I've been slinging bags of feed
"I can believe that," he said. They ate their meals and engaged in small
talk. Ryan found himself getting more comfortable with this woman, and
he felt really good for the first time in ages. After they ate, he cleared the
dishes, rinsing them off in the sink and placing them in the dishwasher.
Beverly covered the lasagna and placed it on the stove as it was still too
warm to put in the refrigerator. He refreshed their glasses with tea and
"I'm sorry," he said. "Old habit. I generally like to enjoy a smoke on the
"Wallace and I did that too," she said. "Would you mind if I joined you?"
"Not at all," he said. They went on the porch and Ryan handed her a
cigarette, holding the lighter for her. He pulled out another and lit up,
"Me too," she said. "It's been a long time since I've been able to just
"I understand that," he said. "So tell me, how long were you married?"
"I guess about 23 years," she said. "I was 19 and he was 44. We were
so in love."
"You said you two had a son," Ryan said. "Where is he now?"
Marine pilot."
"I am," she said. "Very proud. He's the first one in our family to ever
"I've seen those Marine pilots in action before," Ryan said. "They know
their stuff."
"Please," he said.
mean, besides your daughter and grandson," she said. He shook his
head.
"No," he said. "I swore off relationships after Lisa and Sarah dumped
me."
"Well, I haven't exactly been an angel," he said. "I've been with a few
"No, there hasn't been anyone in my life either," she said. "To everyone
"You think so?" she said. "Wallace loved it when I wore these. Said it
"Truth is, I haven't been able to relax or think of anything besides bills for
the last few years," she said. She got out of her chair and stood before
him. "You know, it's been nearly six years since I've been with a man.
And I've only been with one other man my whole life." She unbuttoned
her cutoffs. "I know we just met, but I feel a connection to you. I hope
you don't think I'm being too forward, but I need you inside me. Please."
As he watched, she lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on her
chair, revealing a perky set of breasts. She unzipped her shorts and let
them fall to her feet. She stepped out of them and placed them on the
chair with her t-shirt. She stood before him, naked except for a pair of
tennis shoes. He felt his manhood come alive as he took in her smooth
"Make love to me, Ryan Caldwell," she said. "Please. I need you so
bad." He stood up, picked her up in his arms and carried her inside. He
was surprised as how little she weighed. He carried her upstairs, her
arms around his neck, and gently placed her on his king-sized bed. She
smiled and got on her knees in front of him and helped him disrobe.
Once he was naked, she took his hard cock in her hands and enveloped
him in her mouth, causing him to gasp. As he watched, she sucked his
entire penis in her mouth, moaning as she did so. Before long, he
smooth, sweet pussy, kissing and licking her creamy center. Soon, she
wrapped her legs around him and coated his face with her juice.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I should've warned you. Sometimes I get a little
juicy when I climax." He smiled and kissed his way up her lithe body.
"That's okay," he said. "You can do that to me any time you want." He
to enter her.
"Do it," she moaned. "Please, baby, do it. Make me your woman. Fuck
anything so good before. Soon, he was all the way inside her. He began
stroking in and out and she matched his thrusts. He felt as if he could do
Fuck me. Don't ever stop fucking me," she whispered in his ear.
"You feel so warm, so tight," he said back. "I could do this all night."
"Me too, baby," she said. "Oh God, I need this. Fuck me, lover. Fuck me.
Cum inside my pussy. Please. Fill me up." He couldn't help but respond
to her and soon, he exploded inside her. She ground herself into him,
raking his back with her nails as her orgasm hit. They both growled as
they climaxed together, and held each other tight, enjoying the moment.
For Ryan, this was much better than anything he had ever experienced
After they calmed down, they stared into each other's faces for a few
minutes. They kissed each other deeply, their tongues wrestling for
control.
"My God, that was wonderful," she said when they finally broke their
kiss.
"Your ex was one stupid bitch to cheat on this," she said. "I'll never do
"Yeah, she was," he said. "And I'd never do that to you, either."
"I know," she said. They spent the next couple hours making love to
each other, in as many positions as they could think of. Drained, they lay
"I know you said you've given up on relationships, but do you think we
"Maybe I was a bit too hasty about giving up relationships," he said. "But
"Sure," he said. "Exclusive. Who knows where this can lead." She smiled
and kissed him deeply. She got off the bed when they broke their kiss.
"I've got to get back home," she said. "I'm usually up very early to feed
"I got it," she said. "Maybe next time you can spend the night at my
place and then you can get up at 5:00 in the morning with me." He
laughed at that. "You think I'm kidding, don't you?" she asked.
"I'm glad you think so, cowboy," she said, giving him a kiss. "You're
might as well hang onto that lasagna, maybe you can finish it off
tomorrow or something," she said, making her way to the door. "I'll get
the dish later. Don't worry, I know where you live, remember?"
"I never thought I'd feel this way again," he told her. "Thank you. You're
"And you're a damn good man, Ryan Caldwell," she said. "My man.
Remember that, partner." He smiled and they kissed each other good
night. He watched as she went to her car and drove off. He smoked a
cigarette on the porch, thinking about what had just happened. Was
with? For the first time in ages, he felt content -- happy, even. He
chickens, and his respect for her grew with each passing day.
He realized just how hard she worked. And it turned out those bags of
feed could get pretty heavy. How did she lug those around all these
years by herself, he wondered. Not only did she tend to her chickens,
she kept her house neat as a pin, cooked meals fit for a king and still
had enough energy left over to make him feel like a new man at night.
On top of all that, she found that her egg business was starting to take
off again. So most of her days were spent delivering eggs and taking
anyway, so he would start his days with a workout and a run. The rest of
the time, he spent going through years of Lisa's emails, trying to glean
He also stayed in touch with Jorge, Bob and Sarah. Bob and Jorge were
pretty sure they had the location of the Knight retreat nailed down.
"It looks like it's only a couple hours or so north of where you are, in New
"Yep," he said. "I'll send you a Google Map link and you can check it out
for yourself." He did, and Ryan printed out a large map of the area so he
Sarah informed him that Lisa was finally brought out of her medically-
induced coma. As the doctor feared, the damage to her brain was fairly
extensive. She had lost a lot of her motor control and could barely
speak.
She was now confined to a wheelchair most of the day, and was
undergoing physical therapy. But, the doctor said, it was highly unlikely
she would ever be able to walk more than a few steps at a time. She
was also going through speech therapy, and, they said, it was possible
The FBI agents were still watching over Bob, Sarah and his parents, but
the higher-ups were beginning to think the danger had probably passed
The court case against Jake was proceeding slowly, and from what he
could glean from his FBI contacts, the investigations against Knight and
was going on, so he explained the entire situation to her one night over
dinner. He even told her about the nine years he spent as a mercenary.
She sat silently as he laid it all out for her. When he finished, she
"Thank you, Ryan," she said. "I appreciate that you trust me enough to
tell me the whole truth. I can understand why you held back before. I
would probably have done the same. The truth is, I suspected something
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "You may dress the part, but it's obvious you're not just
some dumb redneck. I see the way you carry yourself, the way you
handle yourself and the way you take everything in -- almost as if you're
I've seen that faraway look you get in your eye sometimes, almost as if
you're a thousand miles away. And I've heard you cry out in your sleep."
"Who's Dawson, by the way? I've heard you call out, saying something
was tossed into our camp. The rest of us scattered for cover, but not
us all."
"But he didn't make it, did he?" Beverly asked. Ryan shook his head,
"No," he said, a tear falling down his cheek. "We were surrounded and
weren't able to get him out of there. We used his body to give the rest of
us cover. He had a wife and three kids. I'm the one who had to tell her
"I've lived with the guilt of that ever since," he said quietly. "I keep
thinking that should've been me. He had a family to live for. I had
nothing." She came to him and held him in her arms as he wept bitter
tears.
"It's okay," she said. "That's all in the past. It's over. I'm here with you
"Because I'm falling for you, Beverly," he said. "I don't want there to be
partner in all this, remember?" He nodded his head. "And where you go,
I go. That's just the way it is. You hear me, soldier?" He smiled as he
"Good," she said. "So, what are you planning to do about this retreat?
"I don't know," he said. "I'm tempted. I have a lot to work out yet."
"Just don't do anything stupid," she said. "I've just found you and I don't
A week later, he got the call he feared might come. He had just finished
"Ryan?" Bob said when he called. Ryan could tell Bob was upset.
agents were dead in our living room and Sarah and Ryan were gone.
They left a note saying to call off the authorities or Sarah would be the
center of their next retreat. I've called the FBI, but I don't know if they're
A week later, he got the call he feared might come. He had just finished
"Ryan?" Bob said when he called. Ryan could tell Bob was upset.
"Elmer's boys," Bob said. "I came home from work and the two FBI
agents were dead in our living room and Sarah and Ryan were gone.
They left a note saying to call off the authorities or Sarah would be the
center of their next retreat. I've called the FBI, but I don't know if they're
...
"Listen, I have to get home, make some calls," Ryan said. "Do what you
"Okay, dear," she said. "I just have a few things to do here. I'll come right
over when I'm finished. We'll get through this, don't worry."
"Okay," Ryan said. He gave Beverly a kiss and left for home. Once
"Not good, they've taken Sarah and little Ryan," Ryan said.
Look, I need you to reach out to the old team, get 'em here as fast as
"Got it, old friend," Bill said. "I'll be in touch." They ended the call and
"I just heard from Bob. Elmer's boys grabbed Sarah and little Ryan,"
Ryan said. "Also killed the two FBI guys protecting them."
"My thoughts exactly," Ryan said. "I've reached out to Bill. He's making
some calls. I want you to reach out to both Bob and Bill. I'd like you on
"Okay, I'll reach out to them and call you back," he said. "I've got
something that might come in handy." They ended the call, and Ryan
went into his home office, where he had a map of the retreat on a board.
He studied the map and began making plans. A few minutes later,
Beverly came through the front door and stood next to Ryan.
"What are you planning?" she asked.
"I need to know if our intel is correct and I need to know if they've taken
Sarah and Ryan there," Ryan said. "I can't do that from here. It's only
about two and a half hours by car. I can cross Hwy 62 here, take this
road into New Mexico and be north of their camp. If this is correct, I can
able to look right down into their retreat without them knowing a thing."
"From the satellite photo I got off the Internet, it doesn't look like there's
issue," he said.
"Why don't you just call the FBI and let them deal with this?" she asked.
"Right," Ryan said. "Because the FBI did such a terrific job protecting my
family. Look, Bev, these people are dangerous and they don't play by
the rules. Neither do I. They might expect the FBI, but they're not
expecting me. Besides, they have my family and I made Elmer Jenkins a
"I do, sweetheart," he said. "It's my family they've got. Don't worry. I'm
just going to do some recon. Two and a half hours there, maybe a half
hour or so on site, then two and a half hours back. It's 8:00 now. If you
don't hear from me by, say, 11:30 or so, call this number." He handed
her Agent Smith's card. "Tell him where I am. He'll take it from there."
"You hang on to that," he said. "If anyone other than me gets through
that door, you know what to do. Aim center mass and fire."
opened the door and pulled a hidden rope. The floor opened up,
"Then you get yourself in here, close this behind you and get the hell
out. It opens up out by the pistol range," he said. "Got it?" She nodded
her head.
"Good," he said. "I just need to grab a few things and I'm gone." He went
back to his office and grabbed the backpack he put together earlier.
Beverly went into the kitchen and came back with his thermos, full of
"I love you, too," he said, returning her kiss. "Don't worry, this is just a
recon. I'll call you when I'm on my way back. Don't call me. If Bill, Bob or
Jorge calls, tell them to text me. I'll call them back."
"What if the people who took your daughter call? What do I tell them?"
she asked.
"Okay," she said. They kissed one more time and Ryan headed out. She
watched the truck go down the driveway, tears in her eyes. "Please
God," she prayed. "Keep my man safe and bring him back to me."
Ryan filled up both of his truck's fuel tanks in town, as well as the two
where the road crossed the highway, and he planned to top off his tanks
town and made it to the highway, where he topped off his tanks and
the truck into four-wheel drive and followed the dirt road for about 100
camouflage paint to his face. He took the night vision binoculars and
Attaching the binoculars to his head, he looked and found a Lear Jet
parked at one end of a dirt runway, indicating that the board, along with
Sarah and little Ryan, were already there. He scanned the camp itself,
and noticed it was surrounded with a high chain link fence. Probably
here and there to the fence. He suspected the place was surrounded
There was one gate, manned by two guards, and he counted 12 other
they were already inside one of the log buildings. He studied their
As he watched, he saw a woman and a young boy being led into one of
like Elmer. No doubt, this was Sarah and Ryan. He made note of the
and he could hear them laughing and joking, although he couldn't make
out what they were saying. Perhaps these were other members of the
He made notes on the terrain and the general layout of the area, then
slowly made his way back to the truck. Consulting his watch, he realized
he had been there for just over 30 minutes. He put everything away and
wiped the camo paint off his face. He reconnected his smartphone to the
When he got to the road, he turned and sped off, keeping his lights off
could see the road quite clearly. After he felt that he was in the clear, he
called Beverly.
way and you can call his cell when it's safe," she said. They, Ryan
wondered. Who the hell is "they?" He dialed Jorge's cell. Bob answered
the phone.
"Well, Jorge, Bill and I are on our way to your place," Bob said.
"Look, son, this isn't a camping trip, you know," Ryan said.
"I know, Ryan," Bob said. "But they've got my family and I'm not just
going to sit around waiting for someone else." Ryan knew how Bob must
be feeling, so he chose not to argue the point, at least not on the phone.
"We'll talk about this later," Ryan said. "Let me talk to Bill." He could hear
and Jim. They're on their way to your place now. Should be there about
noon or so."
"The way Jorge's driving, I'd say about 5 pm or so," Bob said. Damn,
"Alright, I'll see you then," Ryan said. "Be safe." He ended the call and
kept driving. He pulled up in front of his house, grabbed his gear and
went inside, where Beverly was waiting for him. She ran to him and
"Thank God you made it home," she said. "I was so worried about you."
"They are," he said. "And they have Sarah and little Ryan there."
"Some friends are on their way," he said. "I intend to go get them."
messed with my family. You should probably stay here tonight, just to be
safe."
"Okay," she said quietly. "But I have to tend to the chickens in the
morning."
"I'll go with you," he said. "Just in case. Do you have any deliveries
tomorrow morning?"
"Thanks, but that won't be necessary," she said. "I don't think they'll
"Take your phone as well," he said. "Keep a sharp eye out. If you see
"I will, promise," she said. They slept fitfully for a few hours, then got
back up. Beverly made breakfast as Ryan showered and dressed. After
they ate, they drove back to her house and tended to the chickens.
Beverly gathered the eggs she was set to deliver and her .410 shotgun.
"Can you do me a favor, please?" he asked, pulling a $100 bill out of his
pocket.
"Sure," she said.
"Would you mind stopping at Jerry's store on your way back and picking
"Are we having a party?" she asked. He smiled and shook his head.
"Thanks. And remember, call me if you see anything out of the ordinary,"
he told her.
"I will, promise," she said. "I'll let you know when I'm done and on my
way back." They kissed and he watched as she drove off. He headed
back to his place and studied his map. After a while, his phone rang. He
"I don't run the FBI," Ryan said. "And besides, why would I want to do
that?"
"I don't believe you," Ryan said, even though he knew otherwise. "Let
me talk to them."
"Okay," Elmer said. Ryan could hear movement, then Sarah came on
the phone.
"I'm okay but they've drugged Ryan and he's asleep right now," she said.
"You hang in there, princess," he said. "I'll get you home soon."
"Not so fast," Elmer said. "You have 24 hours to get the feds off my back
or your beautiful princess here will get mailed back to you in little
pieces."
"You remember what I told you, Jenkins?" Ryan asked. Elmer laughed.
"What are you gonna do?" he asked. "You're an old, washed-up, one-
eyed merc. You'd better make the best case you can to your FBI
for you."
"You and what army?" Elmer said, laughing. "Twenty-four hours, old
man. Make it happen." Ryan started to say something but Elmer had
already ended the call. He checked his watch and saw it was nearly
11:00 am. He remembered Bill saying the rest of the crew would be
He pulled a trunk out of his closet and opened it up. He hadn't used any
of this stuff in about four years, and he wasn't sure if the old uniforms
would even fit him anymore. He pulled out a set of folded desert
Stripping off his clothes, he donned a black t-shirt and the camouflage
trousers. Removing his cowboy boots, he put the combat boots on and
laced them up, then bloused the trousers over the boots. He was
camouflage hat and jacket out of the trunk. He slammed the lid shut,
then headed downstairs. He tossed the jacket and hat on a chair in his
downstairs office and inspected his equipment. A few minutes later, his
phone rang. He looked, and saw the call was from Beverly.
"Everything's fine," she said. "I hope Coors is okay, because that's what
getting that stuff. I'll see you when you get home."
"Love you, too," he said, ending the call. A few minutes later, she pulled
up, so he went out to help her bring everything inside. She looked
Ryan said. "And that's exactly what I'm going to give him."
"No," she said. "I won't let that happen. I can't lose you, too. Not like
this."
"You mean, the other mercenaries you used to work with, right?" she
asked.
"Some of them, yes," he said. Just then, they heard the tell-tale sound of
a helicopter coming over the house. Ryan looked out back and saw an
olive drab Vietnam-era vintage Huey land in the area he normally used
as a shooting range.
something?"
"Nope," he said. "That's the cavalry. Would you mind rustling up some
"Sure," she said. "I can whip up some egg salad sandwiches if that's
okay."
grabbed his camo hat and went out to meet his old comrades, who were
"Jim, you old dog," Ryan said as he approached the man piloting the
"Been working on it for the last three years or so," Jim said. "Whaddya
think?"
"I'm impressed," Ryan said. "Does this thing have any bite to it?"
"Does it ever," Jim said, walking around the front of the craft. Ryan
noticed a black emblem on the front -- a raised fist with the middle finger
"Matches my mood most of the time," he said. "Check this out," he said,
minute. Jim had a rig that allowed the gun to be fired from the side door.
"I wanted to get some rockets, but they just weren't in the budget," Jim
said.
"Pretty much," Jim said. "Took me a while to scrounge all the parts. I had
to retool a few things, and the engine took a bit of work. But it's basically
as good as new."
"How much is this going to set me back?" Ryan asked. Jim shook his
head.
"Just cover my fuel, give me a beer or two and we'll call it even," Jim
said. "We're comrades. You saved my ass plenty, so I figure I owe you."
"Thank you, old friend," Ryan said. The four men grabbed their gear and
the kitchen. "Beverly, this is Jim Talbot, Ian White, formerly of the SAS,
Charles Torres -- we call him Buster -- and Mark Hammond. We just call
him Cap. That's short for 'blasting cap' since he's so good with
explosives."
"I did, until I met Beverly," Ryan said. He gave them a quick tour of the
place and let them be to set their gear down and use the bathroom.
"So, I'm your girlfriend now?" Beverly asked quietly when he returned to
the kitchen.
"Yeah, you could say that," Ryan said, noticing the smile on her face.
"Do you have a problem with that?" She smiled as she shook her head.
entered the kitchen, causing them all to laugh. Beverly finished making
the sandwiches and sat them on the kitchen counter, then poured each
"I hope y'all like egg salad and sweet tea," she said.
"Love egg salad, ma'am," Cap said as he took a bite out of his sandwich.
"Thank you."
"I intend to," Ryan said. They spent the next half hour or so eating their
sandwiches and catching up. When they finished eating, Ryan spoke
again.
"Bill won't be here for a while, so I might as well bring y'all up to date on
the situation," he said. "When Bill gets here, we'll go over the plan." He
spent the next hour or so telling them all the story of what had transpired
"You screwed up letting Jake live, you know that, don't you?" Buster
asked.
"Perhaps," Ryan said. "I actually considered killing the bastard, but I
"You're right," Cap said. "And there would've been two witnesses to it."
"How'd you manage that with just the one eye?" Ian asked.
"I manage," Ryan said. They heard a vehicle pull in front of the house.
Ryan looked and saw it was a dark SUV. He noticed Agent Smith getting
"Hide those weapons," he said. "I'll take care of this." He walked out the
"I did," Agent Smith said. "I figured you'd be putting something together."
"And you thought you'd try to stop me, is that it?" Ryan asked. "I did it
"You don't understand, Ryan," Smith said. "You don't mind if I call you
Ryan, do you?"
good friend of mine," Smith said. "He was the best man at my wedding
dig their thumbs out of their collective asses hoping they can save face
certain circles. There's even talk the president might issue a blanket
"I want to join you," Smith said. "I figured you're planning something and
I want to help."
"I'm not out to arrest anyone," Ryan said. "I don't believe in taking
"This isn't my first rodeo, you know," Smith said. "I spent time in the
SEALs before I joined the Bureau. So, to answer your question, yes, I
"Right now, I'm not an agent," Smith said. "Like you, I want justice."
Smith was simply trying to worm his way in only to arrest them all later.
But the look on Smith's face and the fire in his eyes said something
different.
Smith grasped his hand and they shook. Just then, a dark panel van
came up the driveway and stopped in front of his house. Ryan looked at
his watch -- 5:00 pm, on the dot. As he watched, Bob, Jorge and Bill
climbed out and made their way to the porch, where Ryan made
introductions.
"Ryan, I want to come with you," Bob said. "I know I haven't seen a lot of
combat like you, but I want to do my part. It's my family, after all."
"I was in the Army Reserves for four years," he said. "My unit got
"I spent some time as a door gunner on a helo," Bob said. "I don't know
"Door gunner?" Ryan asked. "You ever operate an M134 Minigun?" Bob
chuckled.
"Yeah," Bob said. "Don't tell me you've actually got one of those." Ryan
smiled.
"Today's your lucky day, son," he said. "Not only do we have an M134,
"No shit, son," Ryan said. "C'mon inside. We have some planning to do."
Ryan motioned for them to enter the house, and closed the door behind
him when they were all inside. After introductions, Ryan sat everyone
down and asked Beverly to dole out the beer. After everyone had a beer
he stepped forward.
"We got some planning to do, fellas," he said. "But first, we have a little
tradition. Ian, will you do the honors?" Ian stood up and raised his beer.
"'Ere's to Dawson, and all the other blokes who never made it back
from their beers. Beverly, Bob and Smith joined in. When they finished,
"To my friend, Roger Gillespie, who gave his life protecting Sarah and
"Normally, we'd break our bottles on the ground," Ryan said. "But since
this is a fairly new carpet, we'll just have to forego that part of the
meet your new door gunner," he said, putting a hand on Bob's shoulder.
"You ever fire a minigun?" Jim said. Bob nodded his head.
"Alright, then. When we're done here, you can join me and we'll get it
"Yeah," Bob said. Beverly came to Ryan and took him by the arm.
"I want to come, too," she said. Everyone stopped what they were doing
"Sweetheart, this isn't a pleasure trip," Ryan said. "You could get
seriously hurt."
"But we're partners," she said. "Where you go, I go, remember?"
"Ryan's right, Beverly," Smith said. "Besides, what would you do?"
"Actually, I could use her help in the comm post," Bill said. "Have you
seen the inside of that thing? Jorge's got so many damn monitors and
things, there's no way I can watch it all by myself." Ryan thought it over
for a few moments. Bill was a good man, but his prosthetic leg would
hinder his movement in the field, and having someone with him to watch
"You'll train her and make sure she has protection, right?" he asked.
"Okay, after we plan the op, you get her out there and start training her,"
Ryan said.
"I will, Ryan," she said. "Thank you for letting me be part of this. I'm sorry
if I embarrassed you or made you upset." He took her in his arms and
"I'm not embarrassed or upset," he said. "I couldn't be more proud of you
right now. Besides, it'll give us something to tell the grandkids one day."
into Ryan's office where he had the map and the layout of the camp.
They spent the next two hours planning out the operation. When they
ironed out the plan of attack, Bill handed everyone what looked like a
unit with an earbud at the end of a spiral wire. Each unit had a number
'command post' for those of you not familiar with the term," he added,
looking at Beverly.
"War Dogs," Jim said. "It's from the old line, 'cry havoc! And let slip the
"So, that means Ryan is the number one war dog?" she asked
target at 0130. It's still light enough out to get everything set up, so let's
go." Bill and Jorge handed everyone a set of night vision goggles. Bob
went with Jim to the helicopter to get the minigun set up and Bill took
Beverly to the CP to start her training. Just then, a sheriff's patrol car
"Crap," Ryan said quietly as he watched Sheriff Coltrane get out of his
vehicle. Ryan looked at Agent Smith. "I'll need you to help deal with
this," he said. Smith nodded his head and put on his best official face.
"Sheriff Coltrane," Ryan said with a smile on his face. "What can I do for
you, sir?"
"I was driving by and saw all the activity, and that chopper out back and
was just curious," the sheriff said. "You got some kind of a party going
on here, or what?" Agent Smith pulled out his credentials and showed
"Special Agent Smith, FBI," he said, identifying himself. "Are you THE
Sheriff Coltrane?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I am," the sheriff said, puffing himself up.
"Good," Smith said with a smile. "I'm glad to hear it. Listen, Mr. Caldwell
"We'll be leaving here about 1100 hours, and I'd appreciate it if you
could clear the road for us, say, from here to the state line. Can you do
"Of course, I can," Sheriff Coltrane said. "Is this one of them black
operations?"
"Something like that. The most secret operation you can imagine,
sheriff," Smith said. "Lives are in the balance here, so I'd appreciate it if
"Consider it done, Agent Smith," he said. "Uh, just how secret is this?"
"This is so secret that only a very few people even know it's happening,"
Smith said. "That's why I'm counting on you to help us keep it that way.
Truth is, I've probably broken federal law just telling you it's going to
happen. You realize that it's treason if this gets out, and you know the
"You've got my solemn word, Agent Smith," he said. "No one will ever
"Thanks, Sheriff," Ryan said. "We'll let you know when we're ready to
go." Ryan and Smith went back into the house and walked into the
office.
"You know, I'm probably going to hell for this," Smith said. Ryan
chuckled.
"I don't think so," Ryan said. "At least not without a good fight." Ryan
donned his web gear and pulled out his fighting knife. It was the largest
knife Smith had ever seen. Ryan picked up a piece of paper and deftly
cut it in two.
"Is that your service pistol?" Ryan asked, pointing to the pistol in Smith's
shoulder holster.
"Leave it," Ryan said, walking to the open gun cabinet in the office.
carrying pouches.
"You don't really want to know," Ryan said. "Last I heard, it came up
from Mexico." Smith checked the pistol and observed the serial number
has been filed off. He checked the action and inspected the magazines.
"That's what I heard," Ryan said. "I think it was one of the guns in that
Fast and Furious scandal a while back, but I'm not 100 percent sure."
"Uh huh," Smith said, placing the pistol in his shoulder holster. Ryan
tossed Smith a can of camo paint. Smith caught it and put it in his jacket
pocket.
"Put that on when we get to the state line," Ryan said. "You have gloves,
I hope?"
"Leave 'em," Ryan said. "Use these," he added, tossing him a pair of
black gloves. "I don't want any GSR on your gloves if we can help it."
"Leave that as well," Ryan said. "Use one of mine if you have to. We're
about the same size." Smith looked in Ryan's cabinet and found a dark
floppy hat and a kevlar vest. Smith put it on and Ryan checked him over.
"Gee, thanks," Smith said sarcastically. Ryan smiled and looked at his
watch.
"About time to go," he said. He keyed the microphone on his vest. "Time
"Roger that," Jim said in response. According to the plan, Smith, Jorge,
Ryan, Bill and Beverly would ride in the van while everyone else would
take the helicopter. Smith walked out as Ryan turned off the lights and
Smith went to the van, where Jorge, Bill and Beverly were waiting and
"Just so you know, Sheriff, we won't be using our main headlights," Ryan
said. "We'll have our parking lights on until we hit the state line."
"How will you see?" Sheriff Coltrane asked, confused. Ryan held up a
pair of night vision goggles. "Damn," the sheriff said. "You people really
"I like to think so," Ryan said. "And remember what we said earlier.
"Route us around the town, if you would," Ryan said. "I don't want folks
"Good idea," the sheriff said. "We can take that new bypass. It's faster
"Okay," Ryan said. "Watch for my colleague's signal and we'll follow you.
shook the sheriff's hand and got in the van, where he saw Beverly and
Bill sitting in front of a large collection of monitors and communication
wearing a kevlar vest and a helmet sat on the console in front of her.
"You ready, dear?" he asked. She nodded her head, nervous. "Don't
"Let's roll," Ryan shouted. Jorge waved and motioned to the sheriff, who
waved back before turning his car around. They headed out and as they
got on the blacktop, Bill turned back to the consoles, showing Beverly
"Turn it on," Ryan ordered. "I want to make sure our sheriff doesn't make
"Got it, boss," Bill said, turning on the scanner. They heard nothing but
normal late-night chatter, with the sheriff saying he was going to patrol
"10-4," the dispatcher said. They listened, but Sheriff Coltrane remained
true to his word and mentioned nothing of the van behind him. They
sped on into the night, and pulled over at the gas station by the junction
"If you need to hit the bathroom, this is your chance," Ryan said.
"Okay," Ryan said. "Make it fast." A few minutes later, they were back
and headed north into New Mexico. Jorge waved at Sheriff Coltrane as
he crossed the state line. He secured his night vision goggles and turned
off his lights. Ryan looked at Beverly and took her hand. She was
"It's alright, dear," he said. "Piece of cake." She nodded her head.
"Piece of cake, right," she said. "Maybe for you. I'm scared to death."
"That's normal. Take a deep breath," Ryan said. "Then hold it." She
watched. "Just do that a couple more times. You're doing just fine."
head.
"Yup," he said.
"It's what we were paid to do," Ryan told her. "The fear helps keep us
alert." Soon, they were on the road overlooking the camp and Jorge
"Stop here," Ryan said quietly. Jorge pulled off the road so the brush
would help conceal the van. Ryan knew they were about 50 yards from
the front gate. He pulled out two crossbows and handed one to Smith.
"You any good with this?" he asked. Smith nodded his head. "Good. Let
go." Ryan rummaged around and grabbed two remote charges Cap had
handed him earlier, then he, Smith and Jorge quietly climbed out of the
van, making sure not to make any noise that might alert the guards.
Ryan handed a crossbow to Smith and they crept up the road until they
were just a few yards from the gate. Two guards sat at the gate, and
Ryan could tell they were asleep in their chairs. He motioned for Smith
to take out the one on the right side of the road. They took careful aim
and fired.
The bolts shot out as the bows made a "thwip" sound. The two guards
fell over, dead. Ryan and Smith handed the bows to Jorge.
"Get these back to the van, then get back up here as fast as you can,"
Ryan whispered. Jorge nodded his head and left with the two bows.
They crept up to the gate and saw no one else. Ryan looked in the small
thought, warning lights for sensors in the brush surrounding the camp.
He pulled out his knife and cut all the cables he could see. Noticing the
large gnarly dogwood trees on either side of the narrow road, Ryan
placed a charge at the base of each one and turned the detonators on
as Cap instructed.
Confident they still hadn't been spotted, he slowly lifted the gate so the
van could get in when the time came. They looked in the compound and
noticed two large black SUVs parked in front of one of the buildings.
"None," Ryan whispered. By then, Jorge had made it back. Ryan pointed
to the building where he saw Sarah and Ryan taken the previous day.
"That's our target," he whispered. Jorge and Smith nodded their heads.
"Go, go, go," he said. He heard the blades of the chopper overhead and
saw the aircraft descend to a point about 10 feet off the ground by the
Lear jet. He saw three ropes come out of the craft and three men
After the men made their way down, they crept up to the buildings,
remaining in the shadows. The chopper lifted and all hell broke loose as
the minigun opened up, shearing the nose off the Lear jet. Suddenly,
guards came out of the buildings, and walked straight into a wall of hot
firing as they went. Ryan heard Beverly on the radio, giving instructions
to the men.
"Whiskey Delta four, bogey at 10 o'clock," she said, which was followed
by a short burst of fire. As she gave directions, the chopper turned its fire
on the vehicles, smashing the engines. Ryan was impressed that Bob
thought enough not to target the gas tanks. Still, the possibility the
vehicles could still catch fire weighed on his mind. The last thing he
He looked at Jorge and Smith and gave the signal to move. As he did
so, he spotted Elmer and a guard going into the building. They sprinted
to the building, firing at guards as they came toward them. Ryan flipped
Just as he was ready to kick the door in, it opened and a large man
stood there shocked. Ryan wasted no time, putting a bullet in his head.
They rushed inside and saw Elmer with one arm around Sarah's upper
"Watch the door," Ryan told Jorge. Jorge wordlessly turned to the door
to provide cover. They could hear the staccato noise of the AK-47s and
the sound of the minigun. A few scattered shots could be heard, along
with shouts and screaming, but those died off soon enough. Ryan and
"Come any closer and I'll cut your pretty little daughter's head off," Elmer
threatened, pissing Ryan off even more. Sarah was crying as she
"Boy, didn't anyone ever tell you never to bring a knife to a gunfight?"
position himself. Ryan knew he only had one shot at this. Soon enough,
Elmer's leg presented itself. Ryan aimed low and fired, hitting Elmer's
Sarah, now free, ran toward Ryan and Smith as Elmer screamed in pain
on the floor.
"In the next room," she said. "They've got him drugged up on
something."
"Get him and get them the hell outta here," Ryan told Smith. "Go!" Smith
holstered his pistol and ran into the other room, where the little boy was
laying on a bed, unconscious. He picked the boy up and carried him out
"Get them outta here," Ryan said. "I'll be along directly. GO!" Smith
looked at Elmer, nodded his head, then spoke into his microphone.
"Roger that," Bill said. Smith escorted Sarah out of the building. Jorge
looked at Ryan.
"Go, Jorge," Ryan said. "Cover them. I'll be there shortly." Jorge nodded
his head and left with Smith. When they were gone, Ryan approached
Elmer, kicking the knife away. Elmer looked at Ryan, fear etched in his
face.
"Please, Ryan," he begged. "Don't kill me. I have money. Lots of it. It's
yours. All of it. Just please don't kill me. I'm begging you."
"Not so full of piss and vinegar now, are you? I don't want your money,
kick to Elmer's balls, causing him to scream in pain. "That's for fucking
"Well, whaddya think?" Ryan asked. "You like this little war? You having
"Grow the fuck up," Ryan snarled. "You brought this on yourself." He put
his pistol away and drew his large knife, causing Elmer's eyes to go
wide.
"You believe in God?" Ryan asked, seeing the St. Christopher's medal
around Elmer's neck. Elmer nodded his head. "Good. Because you're
going to meet him. Real soon," Ryan said, causing Elmer to piss his
...
A few minutes later, Ryan walked to the van, having cleaned his knife on
Elmer's trousers. He saw Smith by the open back door, motioning for
him to hurry. He double-timed to the van, took one last look around to
As the van passed the gate, he grabbed the remote from his pocket,
lifted the protective cover and pressed the button. Two muffled
glanced back and saw they effectively blocked the gate. That should
"Everyone present and accounted for," Jim said in reply. "All buildings
"Gunner," Jim said. Ryan knew he was referring to Bob. "Cap says it's
just a minor flesh wound. He's alright." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.
Still, it hurt to hear that his son-in-law was injured. "He did good, boss,"
Jim said, making Ryan feel better. More than that, really. He was proud
"Roger that, Whiskey Delta Seven," Ryan said. "Get back to base.
was shaking.
"You did better than that," he said. "You were perfect. We couldn't have
done this without you." He held her until she stopped trembling. He
looked at Sarah and Ryan. She was holding the boy in her arms, crying.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded her head and cried.
"Yes, thanks to you. Again," she cried. He held her as she sobbed and
comforted her as best he could. "I'm worried about little Ryan," she said
in between her sobs. Beverly came to them and looked at the boy, then
"He's breathing," she said. "So maybe he's just asleep. What did they
give him?"
"I don't know," she said. "They kept him doped up the whole time we
were there."
"We'll have Cap take a look when we get home," Ryan said. He looked
asked.
"No, but they were planning something bad," she said. "I overheard them
talking about a gang bang, then selling me off to some Mexican cartel if
"You don't have to worry about them anymore," Ryan said. He sat on the
telling her about Bob, but decided to wait until they got home. He looked
around at the others and realized they were decompressing in their own
Bob turned the police scanner back on after they crossed the state line,
and heard some chatter indicating local LEOs were on the way out of
Carlsbad.
"ETA 90 minutes," they heard one officer say. Of course, Ryan knew that
"Jorge, go ahead and turn the lights back on," he said. "And watch your
much, but that didn't mean a state trooper wasn't sitting in a speed trap
waiting for an unsuspecting car. Border Patrol agents were also known
to troll some of these roads. It seemed that all of them were holding their
breath the whole way back, but they finally pulled into his driveway.
"Home, sweet home," he said. They climbed out of the van and made
their way inside. Ryan carried his grandson upstairs and laid him down
on one of the beds. He covered the boy and kissed him on the top of his
head. He went downstairs and noticed that Beverly had unlocked the
Cap had Bob's uninjured arm around his shoulder and guided him to a
chair in the kitchen. Ryan could see the torn shirt and the sleeve was
drenched in blood. His heart ached for the boy. He put a hand on Bob's
good arm.
"It's just a scratch," Cap said. "A bullet ricocheted off the door panel and
struck him. He'll need a couple stitches but he's okay otherwise." Ryan
nodded his head, bent down and kissed the boy on the top of his head.
He grabbed the second 12-pack of beer and the cigars off the counter
cleaned his wound. She cried out and ran to him as everyone watched.
"Oh my God," she cried. "You've been hurt. I didn't know you were
there."
"Who do you think was making all that racket outside, shooting up
"That was you?" she asked. Bob nodded his head, a weak smile on his
face. She wrapped her arms around him and smothered him with kisses.
"I couldn't just sit home and wait," he said. "If anything happened to you
or little Ryan and all I did was sit at home, I could never live with myself."
"Oh, sweetheart," she said. "I love you so much. You're now officially my
new hero." He chuckled as she said that. "Just wait till I get you home. I'll
show you how much I appreciate what you did." He smiled at the thought
of that.
"Why don't you let me finish up here, and I'll go check on your son," Cap
said. Sarah nodded her head, kissed Bob one more time and went into
the front room, where everyone had already opened their beer and lit
their cigars.
"You know," Cap said quietly after she left, "the old man really thinks the
world of you." Bob looked at him, shocked. "So do the others. You
"Well, you stood up and fought for your family," Cap said. "And you shed
some of your own blood in the process. That means a lot to hard guys
"You've earned all our respect, Bob. Excuse me, Gunner. That's your
new name now, at least among us," Cap said. Bob smiled.
"I like that," he said. "Gunner. Yeah, I can live with that."
"You know what else might be nice?" Cap asked, as he stitched Bob's
arm.
"If you started calling Ryan, 'Dad.' He thinks of you as the son he never
"He was on our team for a few years," Cap said. "Had a wife and three
kids at home. They got into a bit of a pickle, so he joined up to earn his
thinking about it. Ryan tried to stop him, but it was too late. He's carried
the guilt of that ever since. Always thought it should've been him instead
of Dawson."
"There's a lot about that old guy you don't know," Cap said. "Maybe it's
time you got to know him a little bit better." Bob nodded his head.
"Maybe you're right," he said. Cap finished with the bandage, packed his
"I'd better go check on your son now," Cap said. "Take it easy with that
arm for a few days. It may itch after a while. I'll give you some antiseptic
to the table and sat down. He opened a beer and handed it to Bob, then
"You know, this'll probably be the only time Beverly will let you smoke
one of those in here, so enjoy it while you can," he said with a smile.
"Thanks... Dad," Bob said. "You don't mind if I call you that, do you?"
"Not at all, son," he said. "In fact, I'd be a bit irritated if you didn't." Bob
chuckled.
"I've seen you when you get irritated," Bob said. Ryan smiled and shook
his head.
"No, you've seen me get plum pissed the fuck off," Ryan said. "Still... Jim
tells me you did real good out there. According to him, you stood right up
in the door of that chopper after you got hit and just kept firing. Tell me,
"Like I told Sarah, I just couldn't sit at home knowing she and Ryan were
in danger," Bob said. "I could never live with myself if something
happened to them and all I did was sit on my ass at home waiting to
You wanted a father's justice. And you got it. And I couldn't be more
proud to call you son." Bob looked at him, shocked. Ryan smiled,
"Well, I have one little thing to deal with here tonight," Ryan said. "Why
don't you come in and join us for a bit. You're about to see history
unfold." Bob grabbed his beer and his cigar and followed Ryan into the
front room.
Ryan held up his beer and tapped on the bottle with his knife to get
looked at him. He set his beer down, put the knife back in its scabbard,
then took the cigar out of his mouth and handed it to Jim. He motioned
for Beverly to join him. She went to him and looked up at him, wondering
another woman again. But you came along and made me feel whole
again. And for that, I will always and forevermore love you with
everything in my heart. So, in front of all these witnesses, I'm asking, will
"Oh my God, Ryan," she said, tears falling down her face. "Yes, my dear
Ryan, I'll marry you. I love you so much." He stood back up as everyone
cheered and clapped. They embraced each other right there in front of
everyone.
"Oh God, the whole place is gonna be rockin' tonight," Buster said. That
prompted more laughter. Ryan and Beverly hugged and kissed each
other again.
"Well, I have a few loose ends to tie up, then well git 'er done," Ryan
said. "If that's okay with the lady of the house," he added.
"Damn, not even married yet and he's already pussy-whipped," Ian
"Well, you know what they say," Ryan said. "It's okay to be hen-pecked if
continuing. "Just so y'all know, Ryan definitely wears the pants in this
family. I'll have you know this wonderful man saved my life once. I
thought I had lost everything, but then he came along and made it all
right."
"That's what my dad does best," Sarah said, hugging Beverly. "And if it's
alright with you guys, I'd like to start calling you 'Mom' as of right now.
After all, you risked your life for me and little Ryan and that's something
my birth mother never, ever did." Beverly held Sarah in her arms and the
"Of course it is, dear," she said. Suddenly they heard a telephone ring.
"Hold on," Smith shouted. "It's for me. Everyone, be quiet." They all
"Yeah, Smith," he said. They only heard his side of the conversation.
"Uh huh. What's that? In New Mexico? Really? That sounds awful. Okay,
call Jones and have him meet me there. I'll be there as soon as I can.
retreat. Said the place looks like a war zone. No survivors. Y'all wouldn't
"That's what I thought," Smith said. "Anyway, I'd better get cleaned up
and get going. You wouldn't mind brewing a pot of coffee, would you?"
"I'd be happy to," Beverly said. While she was making coffee, Ryan
spoke up.
"There's two more bedrooms upstairs, guys, and that couch isn't too
bad. Might as well settle in for the night," he said. Everyone split up and
found a place to sleep. Ryan met Smith at the front door as he prepared
to leave.
"Yeah," Smith said. "Good thing you made me keep my service pistol
"You gonna be alright?" Ryan asked. "You did put your career on the
line tonight."
"Let me worry about my career," Smith said. "It'll be alright. I'll call you
"I'll be flying back east with Sarah, Bob and Ryan, but you can still get
closed the door and headed upstairs where his wife-to-be was waiting.
He knew they would only get a few hours sleep before she had to get up
face. He returned her kiss and wrapped his arm around her. She felt so
"You gonna be alright?" Ryan asked. "You did put your career on the
line tonight."
"Let me worry about my career," Smith said. "It'll be alright. I'll call you
"I'll be flying back east with Sarah, Bob and Ryan, but you can still get
closed the door and headed upstairs where his wife-to-be was waiting.
He knew they would only get a few hours sleep before she had to get up
face. He returned her kiss and wrapped his arm around her. She felt so
...
kitchen. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock -- 7:00 am. Crap, he
her side of the bed and noticed she was already gone. He didn't even
He stumbled out of the bed, took a quick shower and dressed in his
"My dearest Ryan," it began. "I got up early to go tend to the chickens. I
have some deliveries to make this morning, so I'll be gone till about
12:00. I knew you were exhausted from last night, so I let you sleep.
Sarah said she would make all y'all some breakfast. I know you planned
to take the kids home today. If you have to leave before I get back, just
The note was signed, "Your soon-to-be happy wife, Beverly." He smiled
and shook his head. She was so devoted to those chickens, he thought.
How could she have done what she did last night and still get up so early
saw him coming down, and motioned for him to come in the front room.
Little Ryan was sitting on the couch with Buster and Ian, so he picked
the youngster up and set him on his lap as he took a seat. The boy's
eyes were glued to the television, like everyone else in the room.
"Check this out, man," Buster said, turning the volume up a bit.
company," the anchor said. "State law enforcement officials are working
with agents of the FBI to determine what actually took place. We take
shifted to a report taken at the site of the camp. Agent Smith's bleary-
"We are still collecting evidence in an effort to determine what took place
"How many were killed or injured in the attack?" one reporter shouted.
"We are not releasing any of that information until the next of kin have
"No," he said. "None that have come forward at any rate. No survivors
"As I indicated before, we are looking into all possibilities," Smith said.
reporter asked.
"We have not ruled out either of those possibilities," Smith said.
"If so, how would this impact either of those investigations?" the first
reporter asked.
those cases," Smith said. "I'm here to investigate a possible crime, not
pending or ongoing."
"Damn, that Smith fella is one cool cucumber," Buster said. Everyone
agreed.
"Can you tell us anything about how this was reported?" one reporter
asked. "This is a fairly remote area and from what we can tell, the
nearest neighbor is several miles away." Smith turned to a local deputy
"Actually, the nearest neighbor is about 12 miles away," the deputy said.
"Well, look around," the deputy said. "There's very few roads going in
and out of here, not very many people. There's a lot of territory to cover
"Agent Smith, have you been in touch with any of the executives at
"I have not, no," he said. "We attempted to make contact but were told
"Don't you find that a bit odd?" the second reporter asked.
"We find a lot of things about this... incident odd," he said in reply. "That
will be all for now. We'll be in touch when we have something new to
share. Thank you." He stepped down, and the scene shifted to a reporter
said they are looking into a number of possible scenarios, and have no
real information to share at this time," the young woman said. "It is
interesting to note that earlier, two damaged SUVs with what appeared
able to confirm the aircraft is one of a small fleet used to ferry executives
"Thank you, Sherry," the male news reader said when the scene shifted
back to the studio. "We now go live to Central City, where reporters are
attractive brunette took her place behind the podium and consulted her
notes.
Sarah, seeing that everyone was glued to the news on the television,
started bringing plates filled with scrambled eggs and bacon into the
living room. She set a place mat on the coffee table and put a smaller
men began eating as soon as they had food in front of them. Ryan sat
the young boy down in front of the coffee table so he could eat his
"As you all know, reports emerged this morning that a retreat owned and
or persons unknown," she said, reading from her script. "There have
been reports of casualties, but we are not releasing any names pending
minimize the impact on the families of the victims. We are working with
federal and state officials in New Mexico to determine the facts of the
case. We will now take a few questions from members of the press."
All of the reporters raised their hands, and the brunette picked one in the
front row.
"A report from the scene said a damaged Lear jet registered to Knight
Petroleum was removed from the scene for analysis," the reporter
began. "As I understand from your own records, that jet is one of several
"I am not privy to that information," the brunette said. "At this time, I do
not know who was on the aircraft. It's possible that it was empty and
simply made a stop there to refuel. Our flight crews do that sometimes,
and often make use of the facilities for overnight sleepovers. We also
keep a small staff stationed at the facility for maintenance and security."
"You don't know where your own executives or board members are?"
"I didn't say that," the brunette said. "I simply said I do not know if any
executives were on the aircraft or at the facility. It's quite possible there
were no passengers."
"But the flight plan we uncovered showed the aircraft left here the day
before yesterday, and the plan said its destination was New Mexico,"
"I cannot explain that," the brunette said. "I will have to check with
Jenkins?" another reporter shouted out. "Or anyone else from the
board?"
"I cannot answer that," the brunette said, prompting groans from the
"There have been several reports in the last day or so from the UK that
say the body one of your board members, a Mr. Colin Blackstone, was
"We just received those reports as well," the brunette said. "Mr.
with authorities there to solve the case. That will have to conclude
today's conference, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you very much." She
questions as she left, but she never acknowledged them. Ryan turned to
"Blackstone," Ryan said. "That's the guy Timmy fingered as the one who
him, this Blackstone fella approached him about the job, took him to
meet Jake, then set him up with the gun, the instructions and the
"If Sheriff Coltrane saw that report, he'll be looking for answers," Ryan
said.
"That's the sheriff who came out last night and escorted us to the state
"One and the same," Ryan said. "Agent Smith and I talked directly to
but he's sharp. He'll put two and two together and I suspect he'll be out
soon."
"Bill and I should probably head out as well," Jorge said. "He got a good
look at me and my van." Ryan thought for a moment and nodded his
head.
"Alright," he finally said. "Let's roll." They all got up and put their things
together. Bob went out with Jim and helped get the chopper ready to fly.
"Can you let me know when Jake has his next court appearance?" Ryan
asked.
"I think he's set to be in court tomorrow," Jorge said. "I'll have Bill
double-check the docket on our way back and we'll let you know."
"You can do that from your van?" Ryan asked. Jorge smiled.
"Of course," he said. "That's why they call it 'mobile.' We can access the
and Ryan watched as they drove off. He went back inside the house and
met Ian, Cap and Buster. They had each gathered their things and were
"Thank you, guys," Ryan said. "I really appreciate all your help."
"No worries, mate," Ian said. "Just make sure to invite us to the
wedding."
"You got it," Ryan said. They walked out to the chopper and Ryan
watched as it lifted off, raising a huge cloud of dirt. After the dust settled,
"You think Elmer may have had that Blackstone guy murdered?" Sarah
"I do," he said. "He was a loose end that had to be eliminated."
"What a mess," she said. "And to think Lisa was part of all that. What a
waste. She had us all fooled." Ryan noticed her use of her mother's
name. It was the first time he could remember her not calling Lisa,
"Mom."
"That she did," Ryan said. He looked at little Ryan, who was sitting on
the couch, watching television. "I'm glad to see Ryan's up and about."
"Me too," Sarah said. "He had me so worried last night. That Cap guy
checked him out last night and said he should be okay. Still, I wanna
scratch that bitch's eyes out for what they did to him." Ryan had no
"I know how you feel," he said. "Look, I have to make some calls. I'll be
...
FBI Special Agent John Smith looked around at what was left of the
building where he, Jorge and Ryan confronted Jenkins and considered
himself glad that Ryan insisted he leave the building when he did. He
knew of the old mercenary's reputation, but he never fully realized just
He had seen things like this before during his time in the SEALs, but
brass -- shells he knew came from the minigun Bob used last night.
A part of him felt sorry for the poor suckers at the receiving end of that
barrage. More than one pile of bloody body parts were recovered from
identified were slim. There just wasn't enough left to put back together.
Among the evidence collected were two cross-bow bolts removed from
"No, none," Jones said. "Whoever used them knew what they were
"Any video? Surely they had some surveillance set up," Smith said.
"They had a system set up, but all of the cables ran through the security
shack, and they were cut," Jones said. "So, no, there isn't any
"Forget about it," Jones said. "When I got here the whole road was
jammed with all kinds of vehicles. They had to bring in a big ass truck to
get rid of the trees blocking the gate and there must've been a hundred
agents and LEOs stomping all over the place. Whatever tracks might've
and Agent Jones had uncovered a huge cache of illicit drugs and
weapons. Cocaine, marijuana, meth and date rape drugs like Ecstasy
They also found a treasure trove of DVDs and documents, all of which
over, and saw it was a list of known casualties. Except for Colin
The list also included the four names of Mexican nationals, two of which
across the border. Why were they here, he wondered. Eight unidentified
women were included on the list. Perhaps, he thought, they were
prostitutes who were either brought across the border or procured in one
"I've already forwarded this to El Paso," Jones said. "They'll arrange all
the notifications. They'll also reach out to the Mexican consulate." Smith
"Good," he said.
"What do you think, boss? A drug deal gone bad?" Jones asked. Smith
"Possibly," Smith said, fully knowing the real story. "How would you call
"Just from the amount of drugs, the viciousness of the attack and the
drugs," Jones said. "Maybe a rival cartel did this and the Knight people
"Hmm," Smith said. "Sounds logical to me." Smith's calm voice masked
the turmoil taking place inside him. He had served his country all his
adult life, first in the Navy as a SEAL team member, then as a Special
Agent in the FBI. Now, he was directly involved in covering up his own
illegal actions.
knew how easy it was for a case to fall apart. All it would take was a
from someone's spit. Was Ryan really that good, he wondered. Could he
"No, boss," he said. "That's pretty much it. Everything is on its way to El
something niggled at the back of his mind. Ryan said he saw no vehicles
here earlier. He knew the jet carried maybe nine people, tops. The two
From what he and Jones saw, it appeared that at least 15 people had
been staying here full time. Surely, Knight wouldn't have left them here
without transportation. And could someone really have heard the gunfire
from 12 miles away? Something didn't make sense here, and he was
"Okay, lets get on outta here," he said. "I'm tired and I could use some
sleep."
"Sure, boss," Jones said.
...
Ryan finished making his calls and went back in the house. Sarah was
playing with little Ryan out by the pool, so he went into his office. He
knew he would have to get rid of any evidence from last night's raid, so
thoroughly and placed them in a box. He would have to get rid of them,
but how?
noticed the dried blood. His boots also had blood on them. He put it all in
burned most of his trash. He put the clothing in the unit, along with his
He took the box of pistol parts and dug a hole by the range, covering the
box with dirt. He knew he would have to eventually dump the parts
somewhere else, but at least this would get them out of the house.
He got back and had just cleaned up when he heard a car pull into his
to make sure there was nothing incriminating in the open, then opened
can I do for you this morning?" Sheriff Coltrane came up to the porch
and offered his hand, which Ryan accepted. "Can I get you something?
Coffee? Tea?"
"No, but thanks for asking anyway, Mr. Caldwell," he said. "Mind if we
"Not at all, Sheriff," Ryan said. "Have a seat. Mind if I light up?"
"Doing quite well, thanks for asking," Ryan said. "She's out delivering
"Yeah, I saw her over by the Jennings place," the sheriff said. "You two
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I asked her to marry me," Ryan said. "And she
said yes."
"Good for you," Sheriff Coltrane said. "Congratulations. I knew the two of
you would hit it off." he took a long drag off his cigarette before
continuing. "I see y'all got home safe and sound last night. Everything go
okay?"
"Yeah, it did, thanks," Ryan said. He knew the sheriff was toying with
"You see the news this morning?" the sheriff asked. Here it comes, Ryan
thought.
"You mean about the incident in New Mexico last night?" Ryan asked.
"Yes, I did."
"Interesting, the FBI guy they interviewed was the same fella I talked to
last night," Sheriff Coltrane said. "I took a look at my map, and noticed
that camp's not too far from where I left you at the state line last night.
You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" Ryan
shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the sheriff and tried to read his
expression, but was unable to. He thought for a moment and made a
were going to rape her then sell her off and do God knows what to the
boy if the feds didn't back down from prosecuting Knight Petroleum." He
looked at the sheriff, but was still unable to read his face. "Tell me,
sheriff, what would you have done if it was your daughter? Your
grandson?"
"Well, Ryan," the sheriff said. "May I call you Ryan?" Ryan nodded his
head. "I reckon if it were me, I'd move heaven and earth to get 'em
back." The sheriff looked at him hard before continuing. "You know,
Ryan, I may be a country sheriff, but I'm not stupid," he added, his west
Texas accent all but gone. Ryan looked at him, confused. "I figured it
was something like that. I understand the secrecy, but I just wished you
"So, what are ya gonna do now?" Ryan asked. Sheriff Coltrane shook
his head.
law against riding in a van late at night. At least not in this county. Far as
I'm concerned, if you took that bunch out, you did us all a big favor."
Ryan chuckled, noticing the accent had returned. Who was this guy,
"Speaking of the law," Sheriff Coltrane added. "You ever consider going
Coltrane laughed.
"Old?" he asked. "Son, I'm a lot older than you. Besides, I have to deal
with this," he said, lifting one trouser leg to reveal a prosthetic limb.
"So, why are you asking me?" Ryan said. "I've never done police work in
"That's all well and good, but where are you going?" Ryan asked.
"Surely you have deputies who would be far more qualified than me,"
Ryan said.
"Yeah, they're a good bunch of fellas alright," Sheriff Coltrane said. "Hell,
one of 'em even served on the LAPD before coming here. But none of
and I agree. Besides, you command respect. Trust me, it's a lot safer
than what you did before you moved here." Ryan looked at him,
shocked.
"Oh yeah," the sheriff said. "I know all about you. You're not the only one
"If I do this, will you at least help snap me in?" Ryan asked.
"Of course," Sheriff Coltrane said. "I wouldn't just throw you to the
wolves."
"I have a few loose ends to tie up and I'd have to talk with Beverly about
the sheriff said. "You let me know, and I'll put in my recommendation to
the board. By the way, when are you and Beverly getting married?"
"Consider it done," Ryan said. "By the way, why don't you come on in
"Okay, Russell," Ryan said. They went inside and saw Bob, Sarah and
"Bob, Sarah, this is Sheriff Russell Coltrane," Ryan said. "Russell, this is
knelt down to say hello to little Ryan, but the youngster held on to
Sarah's leg.
"It's okay, young feller," Russell said. "I'm a friend of your granddad's."
Little Ryan looked up at Sarah then at Ryan, who smiled and nodded his
head. Slowly, he let loose of Sarah's leg and held out his hand. Russell
smiled and took the boy's hand in his and gently shook. Russell stood up
"That's quite a young fella you got there," he said. Sarah smiled
"It's alright, sweetheart," Ryan said. "He knows." Russell nodded his
head.
"Are you going to," she began before Russell shook his head.
"Arrest your father?" he asked, finishing her question. She nodded her
head. He shook his head before speaking. "No, I'm not. Hell, I'd have
done the same thing if it were my daughter. In fact, I'd like your dad to
"I can't think of anyone better to protect the folks in these parts," Russell
said.
"Wow," she said, smiling. "My dad, the sheriff." Ryan shrugged his
shoulders.
"Well, I need to talk it over with Beverly first and I have a couple loose
"Well, congratulations, Sheriff," Bob said, holding out his hand. Ryan
"Well, folks," Russell said. "I've got to be going. Good meetin' y'all."
"Good meeting you, Sheriff," Bob said. Ryan walked Russell to the door
"Everything's fine dear," Ryan said. "He knows." She looked at Russell,
"Arrest him?" Russell asked. "Hell no. I plan to make him sheriff." She
"Well, the final decision is up to the county board, of course, but if I have
"I haven't said yes yet," Ryan said. "I told him I needed to talk to you
first."
"Thank you for that," she said. "Personally, though, I think it'd be a great
idea. It'd get you out of the house anyway," she added with a smile.
"By the way, I hear congratulations are in order," he said. "You're daddy
would be so proud."
"Thank you," she said. Suddenly her face changed. "Oh my God, that
reminds me."
"Who's gonna walk me down the aisle?" she asked. Ryan looked at her
for a moment, then they both turned to Russell. Beverly spoke up first.
"What? Walk you down the aisle? Why, I'd be proud to, Beverly," Russell
"Well then," Russell said. "It's settled." Beverly wrapped her arms around
"Well, I'd better be getting," Russell said, opening his car door. "Y'all
"Will do, Russell," Ryan said. "And I'll call when I get back. I wanna talk
Russell drove off. Ryan helped her carry her things into the house and
"So, what happened?" she asked when he handed her the tea.
"I heard something about it on the radio," she said. "They're suggesting it
together," Ryan said. "He came out to talk to me about it. I thought for a
moment he was going to arrest me, but he didn't. Said Smith swore him
put me in cuffs and haul me off, but he didn't. Instead, he says he wants
"Went very well," she said. "I picked up a couple more customers today."
"Good," Ryan said. "By the way, I've got reservations to fly the kids back
set for this afternoon. I didn't want to leave until you got back."
"I appreciate that," she said. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you up this morning,
"Thanks, I appreciate that, but you still should've woken me up," he said.
"I know, but I wanted you to get some sleep," she said. "Speaking of
sleep, I'm wiped. I hope you don't mind if I go home and crash."
"I don't mind a bit," he said. "You deserve a good night's sleep."
"Thanks," she said, standing up. He took her in his arms and kissed her
deeply.
"I love you so much," he said. She smiled and kissed him back.
"I love you more," she said. "Call me tonight, okay? I wanna make sure
"I will," he said. "You run on home now. I'll call you this evening. Maybe
when I get back you can model those little shorts for me again."
"Maybe I'll make a new pair, just for you," she said with a wicked gleam
in her eye. They held each other for a bit, looking in each other's eyes.
"Okay guys," Sarah called from the kitchen. "There's young eyeballs
here." Ryan and Beverly smiled and turned to Sarah who was holding
walked over to the young boy and ran her hand through his hair.
"Yes, she is," Sarah told him. "In fact, she's gonna be your new
"Yes, I am," she said. "Is that okay with you?" The boy thought for a
"If he wants me to, yes," Beverly said. Ryan looked as if he was deep in
"He's a lovely boy," she said. "Reminds me of my own son. Well, if you
don't mind, I'm going to run home and get some much needed sleep."
"Sure, Mom, you've earned it," Sarah said, hugging her. Beverly's eyes
watered as she heard Sarah call her "Mom." They broke apart and
"Don't worry, I'll be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow," she said.
He watched as she walked to her car. He waved when she left and saw
"She's gonna be good for you, Dad," Sarah said from the kitchen. "I just
know it."
"I know," Ryan said. "Well, are y'all about ready to leave? The plane
leaves at 2:00."
"Kids," he said jokingly. "Take a bullet and they think they can get away
"It's good to see you joke, Dad," she said. He smiled as he gave her a
"Okay, I'm ready," Bob said. "Let's hit the road." Sarah chuckled as Ryan
shot her a sarcastic look. He checked the doors and grabbed his duffel
bag, then followed Sarah and Bob out the door. His phone buzzed when
he parked the truck, letting him know he got a message. He pulled his
developments. Call me after. Gotta get some sleep. Too old for this shit."
Ryan chuckled and put his phone away. He was curious to see what
They headed into the terminal, checked in and headed for the security
area. His phone buzzed again, and he saw it was a call from Bill.
Bill said. "Also took a look and found they're going to be doing
"I thought so as well," Bill said. "So, how'd it go with the sheriff?"
"Tell me about it," Ryan said. "Anyway, we're getting ready to board the
flight now. I'll call you later. Oh, Smith texted me, said to watch the news
"Yeah, sure, will do," Bill said. "That's pretty much all they've been
later."
"Okay, boss, talk to you later," Bill said, ending the call. They finally
settled into their seats and were sound asleep by the time the aircraft
reached its altitude. When the plane landed, they disembarked, grabbed
their luggage and headed for the car rental where Ryan got a
nondescript sedan.
After they arrived at Bob and Sarah's home, Ryan and Bob put
abduction had already been cleaned up, but the house still smelled of
bleach and antiseptic. Sarah opened the windows to air the place out.
Bob grabbed a couple beers, handing one to Ryan. They sat in the front
They listened as the anchor read off a few local reports, but their eyes
the casualty list includes six of the seven members of the company's
"That follows reports from the UK that say another board member, Colin
addition, the chief financial officer of Knight Petroleum was found dead
"Yes, Jerry, thank you," she said. "We spoke to federal officials earlier,
Additionally, a large cache of drugs and guns were found at the facility,
"We are still going through all the evidence that's been collected," Smith
said. "But at this point, we believe the compound was targeted by a drug
cartel."
"Can you confirm reports that claim the site was used for illicit sex
"The evidence we have seen so far would suggest that is the case,"
Smith said.
"There have also been reports that two of your agents were killed in
Central City," another reporter said. "From what we were told, they were
protecting the daughter of Lisa Knight, the interim Knight CEO who was
gunned down in a company parking lot. Can you confirm that report and
"I have been authorized to confirm that information," Smith said. "At this
point, I think it's fairly safe to conclude that everything regarding the
incidents involving Knight is related at some level." The scene shifted yet
said.
"Thank you, Brenda," Jerry said. "For more, we turn to Andrew Conrad,
live at the federal courthouse where disgraced former CEO Jacob Knight
said. "I spoke to Marvin Morrison, the federal prosecutor in charge of the
case." The video changed scene and they saw a tall, thin man with curly
Knight Petroleum spent more time committing crimes and covering them
up than they spent producing oil and gas," Marvin said. "And something
"Will there be more charges filed?" Andrew asked. Marvin looked intense
as he answered.
"The defense has been quite effective in blocking your motions so far,"
"Well, Andrew," Marvin said. "You're right that the defense has been
tomorrow."
"Shocking charges," Marvin said. "That's all I'll say about that right now.
"So, Jerry," Andrew said after Marvin walked off, "it looks like we might
"Well, Jerry," Tyler said, having suddenly appeared in the shot, "I think
repercussions."
"I've heard rumors, but nothing I can conclusively report at this time,"
Tyler said.
"I know if something does happen, you'll be the first to let us know,
Tyler," Jerry said. "Thank you." He turned back to the camera. "Up next,
"I think Knight Petroleum is screwed, blued and tattooed," Bob said. "I'll
"I think you're right," he said. He pulled out his phone and called Smith,
"Just saw the news," Ryan said. "Is all that shit true?"
"You wouldn't believe the shit we found at that camp," Smith said. "I
"Unbelievable shit, Ryan," Smith said. "More drugs than you can shake a
ties to drug cartels, evidence of human trafficking, you name it. I also
think I know why the agency turned a blind eye to Gillespie's murder."
"Damn," Ryan said. "Don't tell me they had a mole in the agency."
"Yup," he said. "Someone fairly high up in the food chain. He's already
"Nothing yet," Smith said. "It's possible they managed to keep it from
her, but I don't see how she could've not known something was going
on. Maybe she was blinded by Jake's money and too involved in her
own work to notice. I don't know. So, what's the word on your end?"
"Well, Sheriff Coltrane put it together after the report this morning," Ryan
"Damn, son, you get all the breaks," he said. "You gonna do it?"
"I'm considering it," Ryan said. "I got a couple things to take care of first."
"Well, I just might be knocking on your door looking for a job when this is
"I'm thinking about it," Smith said. "The agency just isn't what it used to
be."
"Maybe they need a good man like you to become director and make it
"Maybe. I don't know. It's all political these days. How's Beverly and your
"They're doing alright," Ryan said. "By the way, you coming to the
wedding?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Smith said. "Anyway, I'll be in touch. You
to call Beverly. A little while later, he returned with a smile on his face.
Sarah noticed, and sat next to him on the couch as he wrestled with little
Ryan.
"Talk to Mom already?" Sarah asked. Ryan knew she meant Beverly. He
"Yeah," he said, as he tickled the young boy in his lap. "How did you
know?"
"Well, you left the room to call, and then you come back with a shit-
eating grin on your face," she said. "It's good to see you in love again. I
remember you used to be that way with Lisa." Ryan looked at her and
saw a tear form in her eye. He stopped tickling Ryan long enough to
"I'm so sorry, Daddy," she cried. "I treated you like shit when I was a kid
and you still saved my life -- twice. I don't deserve a father like you."
"It's okay, princess," he whispered in her ear. "You were young, dumb
But you smelled the coffee and woke up. You've made something of
yourself. I'm proud of what you've done with your life. You have a
"I'd better go make dinner," she said. After she left for the kitchen, Ryan
turned his attention back to his grandson, who squealed with delight as
the older man tickled him some more. That night as he slept, Ryan
dreamed of pretty blonde farm girls in Daisy Duke shorts and white t-
shirts.
...
witnesses, and observers filed inside. No one paid any attention to the
tall man who sat in the back row. Wearing a dark baseball cap, dark
glasses and a bandanna that covered the lower half of his face, he
As the man watched, Jake was wheeled into the room, a chain locked
around his waist. The attorneys entered and took their places and the
bailiff ordered everyone to stand as the judge entered the room. They all
sat back down when the judge nodded his head, having already taken
motions, followed by counter motions. The judge took it all in and said
very little. To the man in the back row, it sounded like something out of
an old Charlie Brown cartoon -- gibberish that included very little real
however.
"Motion to continue granted," the judge said. Marvin stood to argue, but
the judge pounded his gavel. "Court adjourned until tomorrow morning at
the table in front of him as Jake sneered. The guards came to wheel him
away and no one noticed the man had already left the room.
Likewise, no one paid any attention when the man stood at the junction
of two hallways, watching the interaction between Jake and his guards.
"Goddammit, I need to take a shit," Jake declared. One guard shook his
head and motioned for the other to check out the restroom. The second
guard went inside, glanced around, looked under the large stall at the
end and seeing no one, walked back out. No one noticed the tall
"It's clear," the second guard said. Jake looked at the first guard.
"Get these off me before I shit my pants, willya?" Jake demanded. "I'm in
a fucking wheelchair for crying out loud. I'm not going anywhere. Just
"All right, all right," the first guard said, unlocking the chains. "Make it
fast, though."
"Yeah, yeah," Jake said as he wheeled himself inside the restroom. After
the door closed, Jake made his way to the large handicap stall at the
end of the restroom. He moved his chair to open the stall door and
wheeled himself inside. He closed the stall door and was surprised to
see a tall man wearing a baseball cap, dark glasses and bandanna
standing in the corner. He wondered why the man wore an old apron,
He also remembered what the man had said to him once: "If you ever
family, I swear to God I will hunt you down like the dog you are and I will
cut your stupid fucking head off and feed it to the pigs."
The blood drained from Jake's face and his eyes grew wide in terror as
The man lifted his glasses and examined Jake with his one good eye
without touching him. The man had seen enough death to know Jake
had gone to his eternal reward. Or punishment, as the case might be.
He looked at his face in the mirror, the glass eye in his scarred left eye
He put the dark glasses back on and turned around. Bending low, he
jumped up to the ledge at the bottom of the high window, and climbed up
onto the ledge. He opened the window slightly to check out the littered
alley.
Seeing nothing, he climbed out, quietly closed the window and jumped
the apron, hat, booties, glasses and gloves in storm drains along the
way.
...
About fifteen minutes later, the guards at the door to the restroom
decided they had given Jake enough time to finish his business.
"I swear to God, he does this every fucking time we're here," one guard
said. "Go in there and get him the fuck out here."
"Okay," the second guard said. A few seconds later, the guard came
back out. "Call 911, we need an ambulance here right now," he said.
"What?" the first guard said. He keyed his microphone and made the call
as he went inside. When he got to the stall, he saw Jake's lifeless body
on the floor. His eyes were wide open and the guard knew he was dead.
evidence that anyone else had been in the stall, leading him to believe
see if anything out of the ordinary had been reported. If anyone had
been anywhere near this part of the building, it would have been
Unfortunately, for him, however, the security system was down and
there had been no video captured from that part of the building. Updates
and maintenance, he was told, all in preparation for potential riots that
might happen that night. Or the next. Crap, he thought. He went back to
the restroom and saw them bringing Jake's body out on a gurney,
"He didn't make it," one paramedic said. "We're taking him to the coroner
for an autopsy, but we're pretty certain he had a heart attack." The guard
...
Ryan got into his rented sedan, noticing he still had a few minutes left on
the parking meter. He put his patch back on, donned his old Stetson,
then lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, offering a silent prayer of
realized he still had a couple stops to make before going back to Bob
A half-hour later, he pulled into the parking lot of the rehab facility where
Lisa had been taken. He knew from Sarah that she would be here for
some time undergoing therapy. He also knew that Lisa's ability to speak
would be severely diminished, and she had limited control of her arms
and legs. However, he also knew that she would understand what he
had to tell her. He grabbed the DVD laying on the seat and got out of the
car.
He went inside and was directed to her room. She perked up when she
saw him and opened her mouth to say something, but he shook his
head.
"Don't say anything, Lisa," he said. "Just listen." She looked crestfallen
and nodded her head slightly. He rolled a chair next to her head and
took a look at her. She had once been so beautiful and full of life. That
"You know, you almost had me fooled," he said, prompting her to look at
him, surprised. "I almost fell for it. But you know the old saying -- almost
a moment, I found myself starting to believe what you were telling me. I
have to admit, the food was a nice touch. Nearly worked. And the phone
-- that was nice. Did you know Elmer had it cloned and crammed full of
"Problem is, Lisa, I don't believe you," he said. "I'll never be able to
believe another word you say. That's what cheating and lying does." He
"When I heard you were shot, I rushed right over. What I learned after
that cut me to the core. That's when I learned your own board of
directors conspired with Jake to hire a hit man to take you out." Her eyes
opened wide. "I take it you didn't know they were out to get you, did you?
Well, Elmer made a huge mistake. He threatened Sarah, Bob and little
Ryan. He also informed me of your activities. Not only did you cheat on
me with Jake, but with the whole goddamned board. And you were doing
it long before you said you took up with Jake." He tossed the DVD on top
of her covers.
"That's just in case you get bored," Ryan added. "According to Elmer,
Knight Petroleum. Yeah, I know all about your executive 'retreats' in New
Mexico and how you were the life of the party." He saw a tear slide down
"Yeah, I've seen it," he said. "And so has Bob and Sarah." He paused to
let it sink in before continuing. "She's not too happy with you right now.
"Elmer had Sarah and little Ryan kidnapped," Ryan added. "Did you
know anything about that?" She looked up, surprised, and shook her
head.
"They're safe now," he said. "No thanks to you. But it seems that Knight
Petroleum no longer has a board of directors. And I've been told by the
FBI that they've uncovered a mountain of evidence of crimes your
who knows what else. I don't know if you had a hand in any of that." She
"So far, they haven't found any direct evidence linking you to those
crimes, but that doesn't mean they won't," Ryan said. "Even if they don't
charge you with crimes committed by Elmer, Jake and the board, you
cut a deal. Maybe they'll give you immunity if you turn state's evidence.
"At any rate, Knight Petroleum is all but history right now. You should
also know that a class action lawsuit has been filed against Jake and/or
his estate. Seems I'm only one of about 100 other men whose lives and
"I'm not a lawyer, so don't ask me to explain it all, but my lawyer back
found a loophole in the law that makes the suit possible," Ryan added. "I
wouldn't be planning any trips to the French Riviera any time soon if I
were you. By the time they're done, I don't think Jake will be worth a
plugged nickel. Even if his lawyers win the case, he'll go broke paying
the bill." She looked at him with tears falling down her face.
"I... I'm so sorry," she croaked. Ryan nodded his head.
"Yeah, well, that and a couple bucks might get you a cup of coffee
somewhere," he said, causing more tears to fall down her cheek. "But
right now, it don't mean shit to me. You once asked if we could be
woman and we're going to get married soon." He pulled out his phone
and showed her a picture of him and Beverly embracing each other.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Ryan asked. "Her name is Beverly, and she's
made me feel better and more alive than I've ever felt in my life. I
thought I would never love another woman again, until she came along.
You know, she helped rescue Sarah and little Ryan. Sarah has even
started calling her, 'Mom.' And little Ryan seems to love her as well. I
jerked as she sobbed. He pulled his chair back and stood up.
Sarah and Bob will also cut you out of their lives," he added as she wept.
"Sucks losing everything, doesn't it? But you know what they say --
karma's a bitch. And then you get the bill. Enjoy what's left of your
miserable existence. Goodbye." He put his hat back on and walked out
of the room. He could hear her wailing as he walked down the hallway
and he saw the nurses rush into her room. He didn't care, though, and
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Ryan asked. "Her name is Beverly, and she's
made me feel better and more alive than I've ever felt in my life. I
thought I would never love another woman again, until she came along.
You know, she helped rescue Sarah and little Ryan. Sarah has even
started calling her, 'Mom.' And little Ryan seems to love her as well. I
jerked as she sobbed. He pulled his chair back and stood up.
Sarah and Bob will also cut you out of their lives," he added as she wept.
"Sucks losing everything, doesn't it? But you know what they say --
karma's a bitch. And then you get the bill. Enjoy what's left of your
miserable existence. Goodbye." He put his hat back on and walked out
of the room. He could hear her wailing as he walked down the hallway
and he saw the nurses rush into her room. He didn't care, though, and
...
And now, "A Father's Justice, Pt. 07":
He made one more stop, then headed back to Bob and Sarah's house.
He noticed Jorge's car out front and wondered what was going on.
Pocketing the small box he just picked up, he went inside where he was
"They just announced that Jake Knight died of a heart attack," Bob said.
"According to the news, just after the hearing this morning," Bob said.
"Did you have anything to do with that?" Jorge asked. Ryan shook his
head.
"Never touched the man," Ryan said. Jorge looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm serious," Ryan said. "I never touched him. Not once."
"So, what were you doing?" Sarah asked. Ryan pulled the box out of his
engagement set.
"I picked this up for Beverly and went to see Lisa," Ryan said,
"Trust me, she will, Dad," Sarah said. "So, you went to see Lisa?"
"I did," Ryan said. "I gave her the DVD Elmer gave me and confronted
her about all the lying, cheating and backstabbing. I also told her about
what's happening with Knight and I told her about Beverly. I don't think
"That's just too damn bad," Sarah said sarcastically. Ryan smiled and
"No argument from me, princess," he said. Later, Sarah put dinner on
the table and they all sat down to eat. They had invited Jorge to stay, so
he joined them. After a nice dinner, they all went into the front room.
might be interesting to see how they spin his life and career."
"Why not?" Ryan asked. Sarah brought in several glasses of sweet tea
business." Ryan grunted and nodded his head. How anyone could enjoy
something like that was beyond him. But, he decided, to each his own.
relatively young man with curly dark hair. "Tonight, we will examine the
life of Jacob Knight, the disgraced former CEO of Knight Petroleum who
was accused of conspiring to murder his estranged wife and her former
husband. As you may know, Mr. Knight died earlier today from a heart
attack.
Trevor Whitaker, who is set to publish a book about Knight, titled, 'From
Riches to (Oil) Rags: The Rise and Fall of Jacob Knight.' Welcome to the
"Thank you for having me, Neil," said an older, well-dressed man in a
gray suit.
"I'm not one to speak ill of the dead, so I'd like to start by offering our
condolences to the family and friends of Jacob Knight. Our thoughts and
prayers are with you. Tell us, Trevor, what are your thoughts about all
"But frankly, in this case, I'm not sure you're going to find anyone who
"That doesn't sound too nice," Neil said. "Why would you say something
like that?"
"Well, to be honest, Mr. Knight was not the kind of man who engendered
"On the contrary, Neil. In fact, from my research over the last several
despised and hated, even by members of his own small family," Trevor
said. "One source even told me -- and I'm quoting from my book -- 'look
up a-hole in the dictionary and you'll find a picture of Jacob Knight.' That
was from someone who worked closely with Knight for a number of
years."
"Ouch," Neil said. "So, why did your source stay with him so long?"
"Simply put, Knight paid him well," Trevor said. "And, the man was
frankly scared of what Knight would do if he ever left. You see, Knight
believed that you were either for him or against him. Turning on him was
"I see," Neil said. "Getting to the case, Knight was accused of, among
husband. From what we learned, the divorce between her and her first
for support of any kind, even though there was a teenage daughter, no
demand for spousal support and in fact, she left him with all of the
marital assets. So, why would Knight suddenly desire to go after the
man? That doesn't make sense. He had the man's wife and daughter.
"To answer that question, you need to understand the man," Trevor said.
lengthy article about the company's rapid expansion and growth. On his
desk was a plate that read, 'Kill them all. Let God sort them out.' That
pretty much sums up Jacob Knight. That's how he did business, and it's
did whatever it took to get it. That includes businesses, property, even
women."
whatever it took to have her. I've spoken to quite a few men whose lives
and marriages he reportedly destroyed. For him, it was a sport, like big
game hunting."
"I see," Neil said. "So explain why he went after this man."
"Well, Neil, it turns out the former husband was working as a private
approach, offering what might look like a lucrative price while at the
"About four years ago, Knight went after that foreign competitor. It was
then that Knight learned the former husband, whose name has never
two birds with one stone and went after the man with a team of
all this came from the man Knight originally targeted, so that explains the
judge's order."
"I see," Neil said. "I found it interesting that the original divorce
documents were sealed by this judge's order, and the brief summary we
were given as a result of an FOIA request had all the names and
"The federal prosecutor said he acted out of concern for the man's
safety," Trevor said. "The defense has gone after this like a shark
smelling blood in the water. They want this man's identity made public
and they want him to testify in open court. Given what has happened
recently, it's a good thing the judge has stuck to his guns."
"So, Knight went after him, what, just because he could?" Neil asked.
"Just because the executives, including Knight, are now dead, doesn't
necessarily mean the case is over, even though the indictments against
those individuals have been rendered moot," Trevor said. "The man who
allegedly shot Lisa Knight has turned state's evidence in return for
leniency, but that doesn't mean he won't see any prison time. Also, the
feds are still looking into Knight's internal operations, and it's possible
Ms. Knight may be indicted as an accomplice. So, this could drag on for
"As you know, Neil, stock in the company has taken a huge hit," Trevor
under. I have heard a rumor that something is in the works, but that
"I see," Neil said. "Very interesting. Thank you for being here, Trevor,
"Up next, will the situation with Knight Petroleum affect your retirement
accounts, and if so, how? We'll address that with a well-known financial
advisor in just a few minutes. Stay tuned," Neil said before a commercial
cut in.
"It was," Ryan said. "Well, guys, this has been fun, but I need to call
"I agree," Jorge said. "Alright, well, thanks for the dinner, guys, but I
need to head out. Talk to ya later." They all said their goodbyes and
The next morning, he was up early, and after breakfast, gave a warm
farewell to Bob, Sarah and little Ryan. After saying his goodbyes, and
promising to keep them informed of his wedding plans, Ryan left and
something just drew him to the place. He parked and went inside. He lit
a candle for his old departed comrades and took a seat in a back pew,
noticing that he was the only one inside the large sanctuary, except for a
priest at the altar. He felt compelled to get on his knees and as he did
so, he thought of Dawson and all the others who never made it back.
confessed everything he had ever done since that day Lisa and Sarah
left. All his hatred, his anger, his disillusionment -- everything -- poured
out of his heart. He wept for his losses and gave thanks for what he now
had. When he finished, he looked up at the large crucifix above the altar
As he sat back on the pew, a young Latino man in priestly robes sat next
to him.
He was old enough to be this man's father. He kept his tongue in check -
- something not normal for him -- and looked at the young priest. He
"Then may the peace of God which passes all understanding, go with
"Thank you again," Ryan said. The priest stood up and Ryan joined him.
"I think I'm good now, padre," Ryan said. "Thanks, anyway."
"I will pray for you anyway, my son," the priest said, nodding his head. "I
sense that you are starting a new chapter in your life and you will need
"Reckon so," he said. "Thank you." The priest smiled, nodded his head
and walked to the large altar up front. Ryan grabbed his hat and left the
felt like a new man. He laughed to himself, got in the car and went to the
airport.
...
He called Beverly when his plane landed, tossed his duffel bag in the
truck and headed home. As he drove, he felt better than he had in ages.
before.
He finally got home and saw Beverly waiting for him on the porch. His
eyes nearly popped out of his head when he took her in. She was
always lovely, he thought, but the shorts she had on were the tiniest he
had ever seen on a woman. They were even shorter than the ones she
had before and he noticed this pair had holes strategically placed in the
front. She also sported a cut-off t-shirt that barely covered the bottoms of
around her. They kissed each other, deeply, for several minutes. When
they broke the kiss, she stroked the front of his jeans, feeling his hard
cock.
"Lunch is out by the pool if you're hungry," she said with a wicked smile.
"Lead on," he said. As she walked in front of him, he noticed the shorts
left nothing to the imagination. When they got out back, he looked at the
"Right here," she said from behind him. He turned and saw her standing
on the deck, completely naked. "That is, if you want me," she said.
"Oh, God, yes," he said as he wrapped his arms around her. They made
love on the deck for some time, enjoying each other and the bright sun
at the same time. When they finished, he got up and grabbed his
trousers.
"I almost forgot," he said. "I got a little something for you." He pulled the
box out of his pocket and opened it up. Her eyes grew wide as she
gently placed it on her finger. She smiled as a tear formed in her eye.
"I love you too," he said. She studied his face for a bit before speaking
again.
"Are you alright?" she asked. "You seem, I don't know, a bit different."
"Actually, I am," he said. "I feel like a new man turning over a new leaf."
"I'm so glad," she said. "I think we've both had enough sadness to last a
"What?" she asked. He went inside and pulled a box from his duffel bag.
He handed it to her and watched her open it. She pulled out a wrought-
"I love it," she said. "What made you decide to get this?"
"I don't know," he said. "I saw it and I thought of you. I figured it's time
we started putting some things up on the walls, make the place feel like
a home again."
"I think that's a good idea," she said. "And I know exactly where to put
it." He smiled as she said that. Yeah, he thought. Home, sweet home.
After they dressed and put the chicken on the wall in the kitchen, he
called Russell.
"Yeah, I did, and I'd like to come talk to you about that job offer," Ryan
said.
"Be right there," Ryan said. After letting Beverly know, he cleaned up
and went into town, pulling up in front of the Sheriff's Office. He went
said. "Right this way." He followed her to Russell's office. She opened
the door and escorted him inside, then left and closed the door. Russell
"Have a seat," he said. Ryan sat down and faced Russell. "So, you have
any questions?"
"Yeah," Ryan said. "I have one. What about my background? You
already seem to know what I did for nine years." Russell smiled.
"You mean, being a 'private security consultant' and all that?" Russell
situations is a lot of experience if you ask me," Russell said. "Plus your
service in the Army was quite exceptional. The county board agrees."
"Yeah," Russell said. "They seem to think you can teach our deputies a
thing or two."
"Don't worry, son," Russell said. "I've already done a background check
on you. Standard procedure. They just want to make sure you're not an
axe murderer on the lam from the law. You've never been behind bars
and everything checks out. Hell, on paper, you're cleaner than some of
with the board. That's pretty much a formality, though. I would suggest
"So long as you keep it neat and trimmed, it's not a problem," he said.
"You got this all figured out, don't you?" he asked. Russell smiled.
"Comes with the territory, my boy," he said. "Once they give the okay,
we'll get you fitted out with a uniform and you'll spend some time
"What the hell," Ryan said. "The worse they can do is say no. Set it up."
"That's my boy," Russell said. "How about tomorrow morning bright and
"Yeah, that sounds good," Ryan said. "I'll go down now and get some
new duds."
From there, Ryan spent much of the afternoon, buying new clothes,
boots and a new hat. Beverly was shocked when he came in, arms
"Don't ever complain about me getting new clothes," she joked. "So,
"I'm glad to see you taking this on," she said. "It'll do you some good to
get integrated into the community. I'm so proud of you." He smiled and
kissed her.
That night, they watched the news and learned that the federal case
thought, but none of them apparently knew the full situation. The expose
on Jake also caused the company's stock prices to fall even further as
The next day, Ryan appeared before the county board with Russell. As
Russell indicated, the meeting was cordial and mostly informal. There
were only a few questions that Ryan had to think carefully about before
answering.
"Doesn't that eye patch give you problems with your depth perception?"
"It did at first," Ryan said. "But I've learned to work through it."
"So you can drive and fire a sidearm without any problem?"
"How much do you expect to get paid, Mr. Caldwell?" one female board
member asked.
"I hadn't really thought about it, ma'am," Ryan said. "To tell you the truth,
"Yes, we checked your financials over at the bank," she said. "By the
way, that was a wonderful thing you did for Ms. Simons."
"Thank you," he said. "She needed help, so I thought I'd lend a hand."
"So, about the compensation, how much do you think you'd like to get
at the other board members. They looked at each other and nodded
their heads.
"Gentlemen, I think we've found our candidate, don't you?" the female
answering.
"I agree," one of the board members said. "I say we vote on it."
"Well then, let's take a vote," the female board member said. "All in favor
congratulations."
"Sheriff, why don't you take Mr. Caldwell here down and get him a
and Russell took Ryan into the back, where he found several shirts and
pairs of trousers that looked as though they would fit. Ryan was relieved
to see they had all been cleaned and pressed, and still hanging inside
their protective plastic coverings. Ryan tried them on and found they fit
perfectly. Russell also grabbed a new hat, a gray Stetson, and handed it
to him.
"That looks like a good fit," he said. Ryan tried it on and was surprised to
see it fit better than his old beat-up hat. Russell looked at him, nodding
name tag from his desk drawer and attached it to Ryan's shirt.
Apparently, Ryan thought, he had it pre-made just for the occasion. After
attaching the name tag, Russell glanced at his watch. "About time for
As Ryan watched, Russell pulled out his cell phone and dialed a
"Alright, Sheriff," she said, sounding scared. "I'll be there in just a few
minutes." Russell ended the call and put his phone away. He looked
"Yeah, it was," Russell said. "But I had to make sure she'd get here,
y'know? Wouldn't be right for you to get sworn in without her here,
don'tcha think?" A few minutes later, Beverly came in through the front
"Is everything alright? What's going on?" she asked, frantic. Russell
"Everything's just fine, darlin'," he said. "I just thought you might like to
be here when they swear your man in." He turned to the door leading
down the hallway and called for Ryan. Beverly gasped when she saw
"Wow," she said. "I always did like a man in uniform," she told him. "So,
when is the swearing in?" she asked Russell. He glanced at his watch.
"Any time now," he said. A few moments later, they heard the front door
open and a group of well-dressed people came into the station. The
desk sergeant came into Russell's office to let them know they had
visitors.
"Will do, Sheriff," she said, leaving the office. Russell looked at Ryan and
Beverly.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I reckon," Ryan said. They went down the hall and
entered the large room, which was full of people, including a number of
uniformed deputies. Ryan noticed an ice chest on the floor next to the
table and a store-bought cake that had been decorated for the
ceremony.
The ceremony itself was short and sweet. The senior county board
She watched as Russell pinned three stars on Ryan's shirt collar -- the
rank insignia worn by the sheriff. She pinned the other set of stars on his
"And may God have mercy on your soul," he added, causing everyone in
"There's tea and coca-cola in the ice chest, and Ryan, excuse me,
laughter. "Sorry, no beer, we're still on duty, you know." Ryan sliced the
large cake and served Beverly first, then the deputies. He gave Russell
a slice, then served the commissioners. He cut a small piece for himself
and noticed there was still about a third of the cake left.
"Why don't we save this for the fellas out on patrol?" he asked. Russell
agreed.
"Good idea," he said. The female desk sergeant smiled and put the cake
in a refrigerator for safe keeping. Ryan ate his cake, then made the
rounds, meeting the deputies he would soon be responsible for. They all
seemed nice, he thought, and they appeared to accept him as their new
sheriff.
After the ceremony, Beverly came to Ryan and took him in. He looked
so good in his uniform, she thought. Almost as if it was made just for
him.
"Why, thank you, little lady," he said, using a horrible John Wayne
"I'd better get back now, dear," she said. "I have to stop and pick up
some feed for the chickens, and get dinner started. I'll see you at home,
alright?"
"I'll be there," he said, giving her one more kiss. He watched as she
walked out the door. The deputies all congratulated her and seemed to
"Now, I issue your sidearm and your gear," Russell said. They walked to
the armory, and Russell had him sign for a belt and a Smith and Wesson
M&P 9 mm pistol, a polymer-framed, striker-fired full-size pistol similar to
the Glock 17. All things considered, Ryan knew this was one of the best
"One last thing," Russell said, pulling a small box from his desk drawer.
He handed the box to Ryan, who opened it and saw a small bar that
sported a blue field with white stars on one side and three stripes, one
white stripe with a red stripe above and below it. On the white stripe was
said. "All the vets get one here." Ryan had seen some of the deputies
sporting something similar and he noticed Russell had one as well that
"See you then," Ryan said as he gathered his civilian clothes. The
deputies said their goodbyes as he walked out the door. When he got
in the mirror.
"There's a new sheriff in town," he said quietly to the image in the mirror.
imagined himself asking, "Do ya feel lucky, punk?" They enjoyed a quiet
"I'm glad I got to be a part of that ceremony today," Beverly said as she
The next two weeks flew by for Ryan as Russell gave him a crash
deputies on the day's duties and took in every nuance he could. This
was a good group, he thought to himself. Dedicated, motivated and
like to add, Sheriff?" Ryan knew this was Russell's way of making sure
"Be careful out there," Ryan said, causing the deputies to nod in
approval.
Russell took Ryan to the combat shooting range and was surprised
when Ryan breezed through it, hitting all the bad guys while avoiding the
"good guys." Actually, they were just cardboard cutouts, but it was a
useful exercise that helped officers learn to distinguish between the two
in a real-life situation.
From there, it was on to the defensive driving course, and Ryan got
through it easily. When he finished, Russell got into the passenger seat
"No, I wouldn't," Russell said. During the time with Russell, Ryan was
like a sponge, soaking up everything he could from the man. Russell had
shown him how to use the radio and the computer in the patrol car and
walked him through simple traffic stops. Ryan had signed up for an
online program through the University of Texas and spent what free time
Meanwhile, Russell had taken him around town to meet the locals, all of
whom seemed to take to Ryan, after they recovered from the shock of
his eye patch and scar. While they were out one day, Ryan turned to
Russell.
"You seem to know an awful lot about me," Ryan said. "Would you mind
explaining that?"
"Not at all," Russell said. "I knew about you pretty much from the time
you came to town. Goldsmith got a hold of me after you made that huge
deposit in his bank, asked me to look into you. So I did. I reached out to
my contacts at the FBI and kept a loose tab on ya for a while. I'd seen ya
sitting out there on that porch of yours and I asked myself, I said, 'self,
why would a man have all that money in the bank, yet choose to live in
that piece of crap old house looking like a reject from an old Clint
trouble."
"I just wanted piece and quiet," Ryan said. "I didn't want to call attention
to myself."
"With all that money in the bank?" Russell asked. "Where'd you get all
that, anyway?"
"A lot of it was money I made on the job," Ryan said. "Other was money
from an oil sheikh who appreciated what I did for him. He gave me a
second chance and said I should go someplace where I could find some
"And all that money you gave Beverly," Russell said. "Were you
"No, I wasn't," Ryan said. "I felt for her. Like I told Goldsmith, I know
what it's like to lose everything that means anything to you. When I saw
her out here on the road that day, I was reminded of what I went
"I understand," Russell said quietly. "It hurts like hell when someone
dumps you the way your wife did. Oh yeah, I saw the reports. Went
through something like that myself once, a long time ago. You know
you're not going to be able to help everyone like you did her."
"I know," Ryan said.
Ryan also spent time riding with the other deputies -- partly to learn the
job and partly to get to know them better. He enjoyed the time with them
and they seemed to appreciate his efforts. He also went on night patrol a
One night, they were on a back road known as a local "lover's lane."
They came up behind an old pickup that was rocking side to side. They
both knew what was going on, so Russell pulled up behind the truck and
flashed his lights briefly, causing the couple in the truck to look out the
"Sure, why not?" Ryan answered. He got out of the car and approached
the drivers side, a flashlight in one hand and the other close to his pistol.
He tapped on the window with his flashlight. A nervous young man rolled
the window down. Ryan could see he was shirtless, and his trousers had
been rapidly pulled up, but not fastened. He looked at the girl in the cab
It was obvious to him that she was nude under the blanket and he saw a
pile of clothing on the floor at her feet. He also detected the smell of
sweat and sex from the cab. They were both shocked at Ryan's
appearance.
"Drivers license and registration, please," Ryan said. The young man
pulled out his license and grabbed the registration from the glove box.
"I'd like to see your ID as well, young lady," Ryan added. As he watched,
she pulled her license from her purse, which was on the floor. Ryan
examined the licenses and looked at their faces. He verified they were
both 18 -- probably high school students just out for a bit of nookie. He
"Out of the truck, sir," he said. "You, get dressed," he told the girl. The
young man got out of the truck, fastening his trousers as he did so and
tightening his belt. Ryan motioned for him to stand by the bed of the
truck and looked at him closely. He could tell the youngster was "this
but not enough to marry her, is that right? Do your parents know? Do her
"Look son," Ryan said. "It's late and I really don't like the idea of
dragging you two down for public lewdness, so I'll say this just once. The
next time you feel the urge, show a little respect. Take her to a motel or
something. You know, someplace with four walls and clean sheets. It's
downright dangerous out here late at night, you know. People crossing
"Alright," Ryan said. "Get on outta here. And don't let me catch you on
"Yes sir," the man said, scrambling to get in the truck. As he watched,
the man looked out the window. "Thank you, sheriff," he said. Ryan
nodded his head and the man drove off, no doubt relieved that he wasn't
going to jail. At least, not tonight. Ryan got back in the car and looked at
"Well?" he asked.
"Yeah, they were doing the dirty," Ryan said. "Girl was stark naked
"What the hell," Ryan said. "There weren't any drugs or alcohol. Just a
couple kids looking to get laid. I chewed his ass out, told him to never
show up here again, take her to a motel or something. I don't think he'll
Ryan knew he would have a good story to tell Beverly that night.
During that period of time, Ryan and Beverly were also planning their
wedding. They finally decided to have the ceremony in his back yard.
ceremony. Ryan offered to help, but Beverly wouldn't hear of it. She
spoke to the pastor of the country church she attended when her first
husband was still alive, and he agreed to perform the ceremony, but only
The meeting went well, with Ryan appearing at the church in his uniform.
They spoke for some time about this and that, and by the time the
meeting was over, the pastor felt a peace about uniting Beverly to the
including Jake's probate and the class action lawsuit, was now in the
hands of the court system and lawyers more adept at slowing things
down than anything else. Ryan wondered if it would ever get resolved.
He stayed in touch with Sarah, Bob, Bill and Jorge. They were all
pleased that he was now a sheriff and loved the pictures Beverly sent
"The fellas will never believe this shit," Bob wrote in response to the
Then one day, as Ryan and Russell were in the office working, Agent
"Yeah, I'll make a lawman outta him yet," Russell said as he shook
before responding.
his head.
"Alright," Smith said, sitting down. "A couple things bothered me about
that site in New Mexico. For one thing, there were only those two
vehicles there from Mexico and the Lear jet. I knew from the number of
bodies we found there was no way they all got there in that jet and those
two vehicles. I also doubted that anyone could have heard that gunfire
from 12 miles away. So I pulled the 911 call and had our folks analyze it.
"So, someone made the call while they were on the road?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah, they had to," he said. "I did some digging and found a vehicle
one used for the camp. So we put out a nationwide APB and discovered
that since the 1990s because they get about 280 days of sun every
cameras there caught this man getting out of the vehicle." Ryan looked
"Only about 100 times in my nightmares," Ryan said. "He's the one who
fired the RPG that did this," he added, indicating his eye. "You know who
he is?"
"His name is James Weston," Smith said. "Formerly of the FBI. He left
the Bureau about five years ago to go work for Knight Petroleum. He's
"We put out an APB for him as well, but so far, nothing's turned up,"
Smith said. "I'm pretty sure he knows we're looking for him and he
"You think he had something to do with your agents being killed?" Ryan
asked.
"I'd almost guarantee it," Smith said. "You're the one who gave us all
that info, so I'm pretty certain he's going to come after you." He pulled
out some additional photos of Weston from his days at the FBI. "You
may want to warn your deputies." Ryan nodded his head and Russell
agreed.
"I was thinking about it, maybe for a day or two," Smith said.
"Why don't you come out and bunk at my place then," Ryan said.
"Beverly would love to have some company and there's always plenty of
food."
"It's settled then," Ryan said. "Let me just call her and let her know."
"I'll pick you up in the morning, Ryan," Russell said. "Sheriff gets his new
car tomorrow."
"Sounds like a plan," Smith said. They left at the end of the work day,
with Smith following Ryan to his house. Beverly met Ryan with a deep
"Sounds wonderful," Smith said. They sat down to eat after Ryan
"I gotta say, Ryan," Smith said. "That uniform really looks good on you.
I'm impressed."
"Well, thanks," Ryan said. "I still have a lot to learn." Smith chuckled.
"Any news on Knight Petroleum?" Ryan asked. "I haven't heard too
"That's because it's mostly in the hands of the lawyers and the
bureaucrats," Smith said. "DEA is looking into the drug connections. Lisa
and her lawyers are working with the prosecutor's office back east.
Looks like she was starting to get too close to Jake and Elmer's
operation."
"Looks that way," Smith said. "I'm sure she had to know some of what
was going on, though. She was there with Jake all those years, after all.
Still, he was pretty good as keeping things from her, or so she says."
"Think they'll prosecute her?" Ryan asked. Smith shook his head.
"I doubt it," Smith said. "She's turned state's evidence and I personally
agency changed gears," Smith said. "But personally, I don't think they'll
get anywhere. Some heads rolled after that, let me tell you." Smith
"I gotta say, I went over that camp with a fine-toothed comb, just like I
would any other crime scene," Smith said. "I don't know how you
managed to get in and out like that without leaving any direct evidence.
partner said it looked like a rival drug cartel. DEA said the same thing."
"I've had some experience with that sort of thing," Ryan said quietly.
"Uh huh," Smith said quietly. "You can't be doing that anymore, you
"I know," Ryan said. "I don't think it'll be necessary anyway."
The next day, Russell picked Ryan up in his patrol car. Ryan kissed
"Don't worry, I will," she said. "Go on now. Go get them bad guys." Ryan
got in the car and Russell headed out, Smith close behind them. When
they got to the station, Russell pulled into the back, Smith parked close
by. Ryan saw the new four-wheel drive truck and looked at Russell.
"Sure is," he said. "I know how partial you are to trucks, and I know you
"Thanks," Ryan said. They got out of the car and a man in a shirt and tie
"I hope you like your new rig, Sheriff," he said. "Top of the line, all the
bells and whistles. It'll outrun pretty much anything, on or off the road."
"Damn," Smith said, looking the truck over. "New job, new truck, new
"No argument there," he said. They went inside and headed for the
briefing room where the other deputies had already gathered. Russell,
Ryan and Smith went to the front of the room. Russell conducted the
briefing, then turned it over to Smith after introducing him. Smith pointed
"The man in this picture is James Weston," Smith began. "He's wanted
Petroleum camp in New Mexico that was the scene of an attack. He's a
"Excuse me, Agent Smith," a deputy said after raising his hand. "Why
well.
"He'll be looking for me," Ryan said. "Whatever you do, don't try to take
him on by yourself. If you see him, let me know immediately. Call for
dangerous." They all nodded their heads and studied the pictures
handed out by Sergeant Bledsoe. "Any questions?" Ryan asked. There
were none, so Ryan dismissed them with a warning: "Be careful out
there."
Everyone filed out of the briefing room and headed for their destinations
-- some, like Sgt. Bledsoe, to their desks, while others went out back to
their patrol cars. One went out front, where his car was parked. A couple
minutes later, Sgt. Bledsoe came back into Russell's office, where he,
"Sheriff," she said. "There's a man out front. It looks like that Weston
guy. He's got a hostage and a gun." The three men sprang into action
and ran into the front office. Ryan looked out the window. Sure enough,
there was Weston, across the street. One arm was around the neck of a
hand.
"Caldwell!" Weston shouted. "I know you're in there! Come out here and
"Clear the streets," he told them. "Get those civilians outta there. And
block off both ends of this street. Go!" They moved quickly out of the
door, and began herding the citizens away from danger. Sgt. Bledsoe
spoke into her radio, and four sheriff's patrol cars blocked each end of
"Yes, sir," Russell said. He regarded Ryan for a moment. The tall
They went out the door and Russell went 10 yards down the sidewalk as
instructed, pulling his sidearm. Smith went the opposite direction, pulling
out his weapon. Ryan stood there and looked Weston in the face. He
could tell she was frightened and looked her in the face. She settled
He pulled out his pistol and sent a bullet into the chamber. Standing in
you're gonna be in a heap of trouble," he said. "You hear me, boy? I'm
giving you to the count of three." The deputies that were close by looked
like this. Ryan wasn't even trying to take cover. Worse yet, he was
taunting this man using language that would piss anyone off in these
parts. As Ryan stood, his weapon trained on the man, Weston looked
"This is between you and me, Caldwell," Weston said. "I missed you the
last time, but I won't this time. But maybe I'll fuck this pretty little woman
of yours first."
"One," Ryan called. Weston shook his head. Ryan looked at Beverly and
made a slight nod with his head, hoping she would get the message. He
had been teaching her self defense, and he had recently taught her how
"Two," Ryan called. He looked down at Weston's feet again. "What's the
face began to turn red. Then Ryan saw Beverly's hands go to the arm
Weston off balance. Unable to complete the throw, she turned, kneeing
him in the groin before running away into the arms of a deputy. Pissed,
off balance and in pain, Weston stood back up and took aim at Ryan.
Ryan wasted no time and put a round square into Weston's left eye
socket. The bullet went through his head and out the back, taking a fair
amount of brain tissue and bone with it. Russell and Smith popped two
The three men approached Weston's body, their weapons still trained on
him. As they reached him, Ryan kicked Weston's pistol away, observing
that it was an older style single action revolver. The hammer hadn't been
"Is this where I'm supposed to read him his rights?" he asked, causing
Russell to laugh.
Weston's face before speaking again. "Were you aiming for his left
"Of course," Ryan said. "An eye for an eye. Isn't that what the good book
says?"
"Yeah, but I don't think it was talking about your proficiency with
firearms," Russell said. Ryan turned and saw Sgt. Bledsoe coming
"I called an ambulance, Sheriff," she said. Ryan nodded his head.
walked toward Beverly who rushed into his arms, sobbing. He held her
as she cried.
"It's okay," he said. "You did good. We're partners, remember?" She
nodded her head. "Why don't you go inside with Sgt. Bledsoe. She'll look
after you and take your statement, okay? I'll be along directly."
"Okay," she said, shaking. Sgt. Bledsoe put an arm around her and led
"It's okay, sweetie," he heard Bledsoe say. "He can't hurt you any more."
"I thought you said this guy was former FBI?" Ryan asked Smith.
"Yeah, he was," Smith said. "I guess he got stupid in his old age or
something."
checked Weston out, and shook his head. They placed his body on a
"Well, Sheriff," Russell said. "Looks like you get to call for cleanup. And
"Everyone in town will feel a whole lot safer now. Anyone coming here
looking for trouble will know better than to mess with the sheriff in this
town," Russell said. They got back into the office and Ryan made some
calls as Sgt. Bledsoe took Beverly's statement. When they finished, the
"Sheriff, I'm going to take Beverly over to her car now if that's alright?"
she asked. "She was delivering eggs to Mrs. Williams when the suspect
grabbed her." He knew Mrs. Williams lived close by on a small street a
"I am now," she said. He gave her a hug, holding on to her tight.
"Alright, sweetie," he said. "Why don't you head on home now. I'll see
"I've got more eggs to deliver first," she said. He smiled and nodded his
head.
"Okay, babe," he said. "Be careful. If you're not up to it, call me and I'll
come help."
"I'll be alright," she said. He watched as the sergeant escort Beverly out
the door.
"I guess that wraps up this part of my case," Smith said. "I'll be heading
"I think we're good to go," Ryan said. "Thanks again, for everything. You
hand as well. "Good to see you again, Sheriff," he said. Russell nodded
his head.
"Same here, Agent Smith," Russell said. After Smith left, Russell turned
to Ryan. "Well? Getting the bad guy is just half the job. C'mon, we got
That night, he held a trembling Beverly in his arms. Feeling her soft,
smooth skin against him, he was sorely tempted to ravish her body, but
"Hold me, please," she begged. He held her closer to him and took in
her scent. "That's the second time you've saved my life," she said. "Tell
"No, sweetheart," he said. "I think we're done with that bunch. They
threw their best at us, but they failed." Still, he knew deep inside they
had gotten lucky. If Weston had cocked the hammer, things could've
...
Two weeks after the shooting, Ryan sat at the big desk in his office.
Russell had already moved to a smaller desk, giving him access to what
would be his permanent working area. Having finished his daily reports,
he could take a week to spend on his honeymoon. Russell was gone for
the day, doing patrols and meeting with a real estate agent in hopes of
selling his house. There was a knock at the door. He looked up to see
Sgt. Bledsoe.
"Send him in, please," Ryan said. She backed off to allow the Ranger
into his office. Ryan took in the tall, lanky, square-jawed man who looked
red shirt, blue jeans and cowboy boots -- with spurs -- and a floor-length
duster. Ryan could see the man's badge and the pistols on his hips. Was
to himself. He motioned for the Ranger to come inside the office and
"Have a seat. What can I do for you today, Ranger?" Ryan asked.
"Name's Peace," the Ranger said, sitting down. "Justice O. Peace. Just
wanted to let you know the inquiry's been finished. They found in your
favor."
"That's good to know, Ranger Peace," Ryan said, wondering what kind
of a name that was. The Ranger looked at him hard before continuing.
"That was quite some shootin'," Justice said. "Were you really aiming for
"That's what you told Sheriff Coltrane, isn't it?" Justice asked.
"It wasn't," Justice said. "It was an observation on my part. It's kinda
what I do. Tell me, was that because of..." he said, pointing at the patch
"An eye for an eye, huh?" Justice asked. "He took out your eye in the
Middle East, so you returned the favor. I can understand that. Your idea
"How do you know that?" Ryan asked. Justice shrugged his shoulders.
"It's my job to know," he said. "I can tell a lot about a man by looking in
his eyes. Or in your case, eye." Justice stood up and looked out the
window. "Been a long time since I was in these parts. An awful lot has
changed over the years." Ryan wondered what he was talking about.
Sure, there had been improvements over the years and new
construction come in, but he had seen pictures of the town and knew it
"Just a nice quiet, peace-loving town," Ryan said. "And I get paid to keep
"Yes, you do," Justice said. "You know, when Sheriff Coltrane first
named you for this job, a lot of us, myself included, thought it was a
mistake. It doesn't happen often, but I'm man enough to admit when I'm
"Thank you, Ranger, that means a lot coming from you," Ryan said.
"Well, it's certainly not every day I get to meet someone who can make a
man's heart go into vapor lock just by lookin' at him," Justice said. Ryan
was shocked. He was certain no one knew what happened that day at
the courthouse with Jake. "You know, you remind me an awful lot of an
old friend of mine. They once said he would charge the gates of hell with
a bucket of water," Justice said. "I just wanted to look you in the face and
see if you were that kind of man, and I believe you are."
"I'll remember that, Sheriff Caldwell," Justice said. "You take good care
"Will do, Ranger," Ryan said. "You do the same." A chill went up Ryan's
back as he watched the Ranger walk through the office, tipping his hat
nothing. "Maybe I'm losing it," he thought to himself and turned back to
his work.
A few minutes later, there was a tapping at his door. He looked and saw
Sgt. Bledsoe.
"Yes, Sergeant, what can I do for you?" he asked.
"If you don't mind my asking, Sheriff, what did that Ranger want?" she
asked.
"Says the inquiry is finished and it was a good shoot," Ryan said. "I don't
know why they'd send a Ranger out to tell us that, though. Don't they
use email?"
"Who knows, these days?" she asked with a smile. "May I speak
"Well, the other deputies and I have been talking," she began. "At first,
we were a bit concerned when Sheriff Coltrane named you for this job. I
"I can understand that," Ryan said. "I was concerned as well."
"Well, I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that we're all glad
"Thank you, Elaine," he said, referring to her by her first name. "That
means a lot to me. Truth is, I'm glad to be here with all of you as well."
...
Two weeks later, he and Beverly received a notice from the county. The
board had put them up for a commendation, and the governor and state
just doing his job. He was glad, however, that they decided to give
be made.
After the governor handed him the commendation letter, he turned to the
audience for a few short remarks, that concluded with: "And let this be
fair warning to those who would come here to make trouble. Don't mess
"I'm so hot for you, I'm ready to jump your bones right here, cowboy,"
she said.
"I've never made love to a genuine heroine before, so I'm ready," he said
back.
...
Two weeks later, Ryan was in his upstairs bedroom, getting into his
tuxedo. Today was the day he and Beverly had been waiting for -- the
day they would become husband and wife. Beverly, being the strong
woman she is, got through the incident with Weston just fine, despite the
initial shock.
As he got dressed, he looked out the window and saw a gleaming white
helicopter land on his pistol range. He saw a familiar logo on the side
and wondered what was going on. It was a logo he hadn't seen in about
four years. He knew Jim planned to ferry them to Las Vegas for their
Jim climb out of the chopper in a fresh uniform. What the hell, he asked
himself. He ran downstairs and made it into kitchen just as Jim walked
in.
"Jim," he said. "What the hell?" Jim smiled and shook his hand.
"Like it?" Jim said, showing off his uniform with the gold wings and gold
"Boss?" Ryan asked. Jim pointed out the front window. Ryan looked and
saw a large white limousine pull in front of the house. Ryan ran outside
just as a door opened. Out stepped two fairly young Middle Eastern
men. One held the door open as a very familiar figure in a gleaming
white robe stepped out. He extended a hand, which was filled with the
hand of a very attractive Middle Eastern woman. Ryan went out the door
the man's offered hand. The man smiled and responded: "Wa alaykum
"I'm surprised," Ryan said. "I wasn't expecting you." The old man smiled
is, how might you say it, icing on the cake. Please, if I may, let me
introduce my wife, Alia," he said, turning slightly to the small woman next
Middle Eastern men, but he didn't want to offend the man, or his wife.
So, he placed his right hand on the left side of his chest and bowed
slightly while greeting her. She smiled and did the same.
"And my oldest sons, Muhammad and Ibrahim," the sheikh said. Ryan
"I understand you spent some time in our country," Muhammad said.
"I did," Ryan said. "I worked for your father for a time, but I never met his
family."
"My sons were in college at the time," the sheikh said. "Harvard
Business School. Now they get to prove that I did not waste my money
"Please, come inside," Ryan said. He held the gate open for them and
ushered them inside. The house was already full of guests, but Ryan
"So you are 'Gunner,' is that right?" the sheikh asked. Bob smiled
"It suits you," the sheikh said. "Jim told me all about you. I've been
"Oh, yes," the sheikh said. "Too bad your government will never adopt it,
though. It makes too much sense." They all laughed at that. "Personally,
it's time you spread your wings and take on new challenges."
"Perhaps you'd like to come work for me," the sheikh said.
you," the sheikh said. "As you know, Knight Petroleum is in the middle of
infrastructure is collapsing."
"Well, I've just concluded a deal to take it over," the sheikh said. Bob
place within a few days. I just need a new CFO, and I felt it was time to
"Excellent," the sheikh said. "Let's meet after the festivities and we can
"That sounds terrific, sheikh, thanks," Bob said. The sheikh turned back
week, and I took the liberty of upgrading your reservation. You and your
lovely bride are now in the penthouse suite, at my insistence. And I've
"I know, but I wanted to," the older man said. "Enjoy, please. After all,
"She's upstairs with my daughter getting ready," Ryan said. "It's tradition
that the bride stay out of sight until the beginning of the wedding."
"Ah, I understand," the sheikh said. "Well, then, Mr. Greene, would you
"Absolutely," Bob said. "Then I have to get back. I'm Dad's best man."
The sheikh nodded in approval. Ryan watched as they walked out and
opened the envelope. His eyes grew wide when he saw a pre-paid Visa
card. A card attached to it said $100,000 was loaded on it. A small gift,
indeed. He knew this was chump change for the sheikh, however.
He looked around the house for a moment and thought about all he had
been through to get to this point in his life. The place was packed with
friends, both old and new. His old team -- Bill, Buster, Ian, Jim and Cap -
- were all there, along with Jorge, Jay Goldsmith, every deputy that
enough food and drink for everyone. He was glad he had plenty of space
Quite a few friends of Beverly's were there as well, along with some of
their neighbors. There was one person missing, though. He looked out
front and saw a dark SUV pull into the driveway. After it stopped, he saw
Agent Smith get out, then open the passenger door for his wife. Ryan
"I thought you guys weren't going to make it," Ryan said.
"Wouldn't miss this for the world," Smith said. He introduced his wife,
Gloria, and Buster walked them out to their seats. Ryan looked at his
watch and realized it was about time. He checked himself one last time
He stood at the outdoor altar with Bob, Ian and Cap. They all turned as
the Wedding March was played on the outdoor sound system. Everyone
got a smile as little Ryan walked down the aisle, spreading flower petals
Bob steadied Ryan as he watched his bride-to-be walk down the aisle on
he had to remind himself to breathe. When they reached the altar, the
"On behalf of the community of Hard Rock, Texas, I do," Russell said.
Everyone smiled at that. The ceremony was uplifting, and the whole
thing was captured and streamed live for the benefit of Beverly's son,
who couldn't get away from the Naval Academy. A few days before the
wedding, Ryan had finally gotten a chance to talk with him over Skype
When it was finished, the pastor asked them to face the audience.
"And now, it is my distinct pleasure to introduce for the first time, Mr. and
mix of country, bluegrass and rock music. There was plenty of food and
glad no one ruined the day by mentioning Lisa. Not that they needed to -
- Ryan already knew her situation thanks to Jorge, Sarah and others.
Having lost the vast majority of her wealth, she had been forced to sell
her mansion and was now in assisted living while undergoing therapy
that could last years. On top of that, she was still considered an
accomplice to much of what Jake, Elmer and the board had been doing.
The only thing that kept her out of jail was her cooperation and her
physical condition.
Timmy, the man who shot Lisa, was facing about 10 years in jail, thanks
to a plea deal his lawyers made with the federal prosecutor. A number of
mid and lower-echelon managers with Knight were also on their way to
jail for various crimes. Police in England still had not solved Blackstone's
murder, but were pursing all leads with the assistance of the FBI.
The class action lawsuit was still slowly working its way through the
system, and Ryan figured he would never see a dime from it. Still, he
operating south of the border and Smith was on his way to Washington,
D.C., where he would take a new deputy director position responsible for
All in all, Ryan thought, everything worked out well. He and Beverly still
hadn't worked out all the details regarding their two homes, but he knew
they would, eventually. Beverly's egg business was doing well and she
"I just want to say thanks for staying to look out for my chickens,"
Beverly told Sarah and Bob. "I just hope it isn't asking too much."
"Are you sure you guys can handle all this?" Ryan asked Bob, handing
"Don't worry, Dad," Bob told him. "Sarah and I will take care of this."
"And we'll help him, won't we boys?" Buster asked. Cap, Ian, Bill and
"No problem, Dad," Bob said. "You guys go, have fun." Ryan turned to
Russell.
"You got everything under control?" he asked. Russell laughed.
"Oh, I think we can manage a week without you," he said, laughing. "Go
Ryan and Beverly said their goodbyes and ran through a gauntlet of
well-wishers tossing rice. They made it to the helicopter and Jim closed
the door as they climbed in. Jim had already loaded their luggage on the
helicopter and they were ready to go. Everyone could see, "Just
Married" written on one of the back windows after the door was closed.
"No problem," the sheikh said. "It will give Jim something to do." They all
laughed. They waved as Ryan and Beverly waved from the chopper.
They watched as the aircraft lifted slowly, then turned and headed north.
"You think they'll join the mile high club in that thing?" Buster asked.
"It wouldn't be the first time it's happened," the sheikh said, smiling. "It is
much more comfortable than that rickety old thing Jim likes to tinker
with."
"Think Ryan finally found what he was looking for?" Ian asked. The
...
Fade to black...
Notes:
Apologies in advance if I got any of the greeting with the sheikh and his
I also know that sheriffs in most jurisdictions are elected, not appointed.
series "Justice." I suggest you read that series to learn about him.
On a final note, I want to thank everyone for the votes and kind words. I
hope you enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed crafting it for you. I'm
sure there are those who want to say this or that wouldn't or couldn't