Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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sssarawolf
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Breezy still hasn't gotten over herself. Thank you Pac.
I normally do not do this but here is my read on the situation.....
I'm guessing that Tom does not look like Gary, I am also guessing that Tom has a VERY MUCH Darker skintone. All of Clora's kids consider themselves Brothers and Sister.
I do not recall a physical description of Tom or some of the others.
I'm guessing that Tom does not look like Gary, I am also guessing that Tom has a VERY MUCH Darker skintone. All of Clora's kids consider themselves Brothers and Sister.
I do not recall a physical description of Tom or some of the others.
sssarawolf
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Yep Tom is the darkest of the lot. 
He joined them before they moved east before the big quake.
He joined them before they moved east before the big quake.PacNorWest
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Folks, I normally do not designate skin color to a character, however Tom is definitely African American. It has been noted before, but only mildly, but there has to be some conflict between Tom and Breezy, squeezing Gary from both sides.
All of Clora's gathered up children consider themselves to be solidly brother and sister. Children of the heart, take no notice of skin color.
All of Clora's gathered up children consider themselves to be solidly brother and sister. Children of the heart, take no notice of skin color.
PacNorWest
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#635
"You'd better listen Missy, ole Gary is in charge." Tom quipped with a bright, toothy smile, nodding knowingly at Breezy.
Breezy replied with a succinct dark four letter word. What she got was a very pained, disapproving look from Gary. "Breezy, your mouth shouldn't ever form those words," Gary scolded with a frown.
Tom was standing on the other side of Gary, and he smirked at Breezy and shook a long, boney at her.
"Tom," Gary warned his brother, "Now is not the time, we have a big problem happening here. Breezy had to fire an assistant, and he has threatened her, specifically cutting her with a knife. He's a little rat faced critter, but has extensive knowledge of the house. I need to do an assessment of the security we need, but I can't leave that almost door unguarded. Don't think because of his size, he isn't dangerous and tricky, he'd slip a knife between your ribs and hum a little song."
"Point taken," Tom agreed, and looked around for a spot to watch the door. "I'll sit here, that way he has to get all the way in, before he sees me."
Gary nodded his agreement and turned to give Breezy a gentle push down the hall.
"You'd better listen Missy, ole Gary is in charge." Tom quipped with a bright, toothy smile, nodding knowingly at Breezy.
Breezy replied with a succinct dark four letter word. What she got was a very pained, disapproving look from Gary. "Breezy, your mouth shouldn't ever form those words," Gary scolded with a frown.
Tom was standing on the other side of Gary, and he smirked at Breezy and shook a long, boney at her.
"Tom," Gary warned his brother, "Now is not the time, we have a big problem happening here. Breezy had to fire an assistant, and he has threatened her, specifically cutting her with a knife. He's a little rat faced critter, but has extensive knowledge of the house. I need to do an assessment of the security we need, but I can't leave that almost door unguarded. Don't think because of his size, he isn't dangerous and tricky, he'd slip a knife between your ribs and hum a little song."
"Point taken," Tom agreed, and looked around for a spot to watch the door. "I'll sit here, that way he has to get all the way in, before he sees me."
Gary nodded his agreement and turned to give Breezy a gentle push down the hall.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
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Pac, thank you.
sssarawolf
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Thank you.
PacNorWest
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#636
Gary opened the door to the first room they came too.. Maneuvering Breezy inside, Gary made a quick assessment of the security, and came up very dismayed. The bottom of the window was knee level, and the oft painted window looked like it was held together by the many layers of paint.
Talking while he pulled the mattress off the bed and stood it up to cover the window, Gary tried to reason with Breezy as he pulled the heavy dresser over to hold the mattress tightly against the window.
"Stop, stop, what are you doing , you're wrecking the bed." Breezy sputtered.
"Breezy, Ernie could break the window and be in the house before we could get down the hall. As we opened the door, he could shoot or flip a knife and where would we be.?" Gary pulled the bed over to lend bulk to the dresser.
"Listen Breezy, I'm not going to explain every little detail. I'm going to go to the next room, and by that time, you had better make your mind up if you want me to protect you, ...or go home. It's up to you, but don't call me to come if you send me away."
"I want you to stay," Breezy was stubborn right down to the second. "But I'm not going to beg, if that's what you're waiting for."
"No, it's not," Gary was short with his answer. The next bedroom had a broken window latch, and the window rolled with ease. "He could get in here with no effort at all," and Gary repeated the mattress and dresser trick.
Four more bedrooms got the same treatment, and then, there was one door left.
Gary went to open the door and Breezy squeeked. "Wait, I need to go in there first."
"No deal, if Ernie were in there, he would take you hostage, and then there's a good chance you could get hurt. Is this your bedroom? Is it secure?"
"Ah, not any more than the others. But my bed is messy, I didn't make it this morning, and I'm embarrassed." Breezy had red roses on her cheeks and her fingers were tight on the door knob,
"Breezy," Gary tried to stay calm, "I'm not concerned about your bed, or the state of the furnishings. I need to check the windows and secure them as necessary. We don't have a lot of time, so Breezy, let me finish this please."
Gary kept his eyes professionally trained on the window, but that didn't mean he hadn't noticed the little bit of bright red fluff that was probably Breezy's nightgown.
She rushed over to the bed, grabbed the fluff and stuffed it under her pillow. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Breezy looked everywhere but at Gary.
The room was a disaster. A set of charming, but totally useless old French doors were along the outside wall. Outside the doors was an equally charming brick patio that was un-walled. Gary looked at the doors that would open with a good hard bump and rubbed his chin.
"I don't think we can secure this room; we'll have to secure the hall door. Breezy, get whatever is important that you wouldn't want to lose and I'll help carry it to the next room."
"My jewelry box," Breezy pointed to a stand alone little miniature dresser, "Put the mirror down and then the drawers won't come open," Breezy instructed, She pointed and Gary hauled
"Not everything," Gary protested, "we can get more tomorrow after we get the doors secured."
"Ok, that's enough. How can we barricade the door? It opens in, doesn't it?"
Gary stopped, "yeah, I'm afraid it does. Damn, what a complication I'll just have to pull the dressers out and stack them up. The only thing we can do on such quick notice. Get that stuff off the top, it'll fall when I pull them out."
"Just a moment, those are crystal perfume bottles and are very valuable, I'll get them moved, just hang on a second" Breezy grabbed two of the glass things and took then to the inside wall floor.
Gary finally got the dresser moved to the hall, pulled the highboy chest of drawers out next. Pushing the heavy dresser against the closed door, they had to take the drawers out of the highboy before he could lift it.
Putting the drawers back it, Gary was practically nose to contents, and it was filled with unmentionables of wild and loudly colored material.
"Ohhh," Breezy was miserable with embarrassment, and her moan sounded from the depths of her soul.
"It's Ok," Gary assured her, "I didn't look," he said with a wicked grin.
"You're not even a passable liar," Breezy mumbled, "remind me to never put you on the witness stand."
"Why, don't you have to swear to tell the truth?"
"Yes, you have to swear to tell the truth, and very few people do. Lying has become such a way of life and business, people do not consider it unacceptable any more." Breezy was shaking her head, disappointment.
"People feel that they need to take care of themselves at any cost, and if they have to lie to avoid consequences, then they do."
"That's rotten. Our Ma and Dad would have had a real fit if we were caught lying, and there were consequences. When I and my brothers and sister came to the Linderman's, we were so used to lying to stay alive, that there was no line between truth and lie.. And no, I'm not going to talk about that right now, we are trying to keep you alive. Do you want to go to the basement with me.?"
"You're not going anywhere without me," Breezy stressed.
Gary opened the door to the first room they came too.. Maneuvering Breezy inside, Gary made a quick assessment of the security, and came up very dismayed. The bottom of the window was knee level, and the oft painted window looked like it was held together by the many layers of paint.
Talking while he pulled the mattress off the bed and stood it up to cover the window, Gary tried to reason with Breezy as he pulled the heavy dresser over to hold the mattress tightly against the window.
"Stop, stop, what are you doing , you're wrecking the bed." Breezy sputtered.
"Breezy, Ernie could break the window and be in the house before we could get down the hall. As we opened the door, he could shoot or flip a knife and where would we be.?" Gary pulled the bed over to lend bulk to the dresser.
"Listen Breezy, I'm not going to explain every little detail. I'm going to go to the next room, and by that time, you had better make your mind up if you want me to protect you, ...or go home. It's up to you, but don't call me to come if you send me away."
"I want you to stay," Breezy was stubborn right down to the second. "But I'm not going to beg, if that's what you're waiting for."
"No, it's not," Gary was short with his answer. The next bedroom had a broken window latch, and the window rolled with ease. "He could get in here with no effort at all," and Gary repeated the mattress and dresser trick.
Four more bedrooms got the same treatment, and then, there was one door left.
Gary went to open the door and Breezy squeeked. "Wait, I need to go in there first."
"No deal, if Ernie were in there, he would take you hostage, and then there's a good chance you could get hurt. Is this your bedroom? Is it secure?"
"Ah, not any more than the others. But my bed is messy, I didn't make it this morning, and I'm embarrassed." Breezy had red roses on her cheeks and her fingers were tight on the door knob,
"Breezy," Gary tried to stay calm, "I'm not concerned about your bed, or the state of the furnishings. I need to check the windows and secure them as necessary. We don't have a lot of time, so Breezy, let me finish this please."
Gary kept his eyes professionally trained on the window, but that didn't mean he hadn't noticed the little bit of bright red fluff that was probably Breezy's nightgown.
She rushed over to the bed, grabbed the fluff and stuffed it under her pillow. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Breezy looked everywhere but at Gary.
The room was a disaster. A set of charming, but totally useless old French doors were along the outside wall. Outside the doors was an equally charming brick patio that was un-walled. Gary looked at the doors that would open with a good hard bump and rubbed his chin.
"I don't think we can secure this room; we'll have to secure the hall door. Breezy, get whatever is important that you wouldn't want to lose and I'll help carry it to the next room."
"My jewelry box," Breezy pointed to a stand alone little miniature dresser, "Put the mirror down and then the drawers won't come open," Breezy instructed, She pointed and Gary hauled
"Not everything," Gary protested, "we can get more tomorrow after we get the doors secured."
"Ok, that's enough. How can we barricade the door? It opens in, doesn't it?"
Gary stopped, "yeah, I'm afraid it does. Damn, what a complication I'll just have to pull the dressers out and stack them up. The only thing we can do on such quick notice. Get that stuff off the top, it'll fall when I pull them out."
"Just a moment, those are crystal perfume bottles and are very valuable, I'll get them moved, just hang on a second" Breezy grabbed two of the glass things and took then to the inside wall floor.
Gary finally got the dresser moved to the hall, pulled the highboy chest of drawers out next. Pushing the heavy dresser against the closed door, they had to take the drawers out of the highboy before he could lift it.
Putting the drawers back it, Gary was practically nose to contents, and it was filled with unmentionables of wild and loudly colored material.
"Ohhh," Breezy was miserable with embarrassment, and her moan sounded from the depths of her soul.
"It's Ok," Gary assured her, "I didn't look," he said with a wicked grin.
"You're not even a passable liar," Breezy mumbled, "remind me to never put you on the witness stand."
"Why, don't you have to swear to tell the truth?"
"Yes, you have to swear to tell the truth, and very few people do. Lying has become such a way of life and business, people do not consider it unacceptable any more." Breezy was shaking her head, disappointment.
"People feel that they need to take care of themselves at any cost, and if they have to lie to avoid consequences, then they do."
"That's rotten. Our Ma and Dad would have had a real fit if we were caught lying, and there were consequences. When I and my brothers and sister came to the Linderman's, we were so used to lying to stay alive, that there was no line between truth and lie.. And no, I'm not going to talk about that right now, we are trying to keep you alive. Do you want to go to the basement with me.?"
"You're not going anywhere without me," Breezy stressed.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac! Breezy is coming around!
sssarawolf
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Very nice, thank you Pac.
PacNorWest
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#637
Gary flipped the light switch on, and slowly started down the stairs. Breezy was so close behind him, she was like a second shirt. Gary knew he'd be seriously hampered if he had to swing his shooting arm , duck, or twist.
"Breezy, not so close, I need to be able to move."
"I'm scared."
"Then stay upstairs."
"No, I'd be more scared if you weren't there. How far back?"
"Two people spaces back. I have to be able to crouch and swing my shooting arm. If I push you, stay down, you make less of a target that way."
"Ok." And Breezy stayed on the step while Gary went down two.
The basement was a logistics nightmare. Rows of shelves covered the interior in a random zig zag pattern. A deliberate maize, the thought flashed in Gary's mind. Only someone who didn't want to be seen by a person coming down the stairs would have devised this pattern. The noise would alert the concealed person that they were about to have company, and they could or would be able to hide what they were doing.
The basement was empty of whoever; and Gary was listening half heartedly when Breezy spoke up and mentioned it sure was funny that Ernie had painted the windows black.
Four of the basement egress windows certainly were painted over. Gary tested three of them and they were locked solid. The fourth window was unlatched, and looked well used. That window was close to a desk that had a post office style hutch with a series of cubby holes. Filled with pieces of small oblong plastic, there were several thermal machines on the desk top.
"What the heck?" Gary was muttering as he opened the top desk drawer. It was full of driver's licenses, some complete, some waiting for names.
"What we have here is a handy-dandy identity theft operation, our friend Ernie has been a very busy fellow." he told Breezy. "I haven't had the opportunity to tell you that Ernie has been living, or at least staying, in your garden shed. I cleaned out all his trash and locked the place up so he can't get in.."
"But this," Gary continued, "no wonder Ernie was so anxious to get back in here. I'm guessing that he slithered in here at night to work on this. With the windows covered, no one would notice the basement light. Did you hear any thing out of the ordinary?"
"No, but I have to sleep with a white noise machine running. I don't usually sleep well. sensitive to outside noises," Breezy explained. "Ernie suggested several times that I ask my doctor for a sleep aid, before I broke down and followed his advice. I sleep very hard, almost unconscious like."
Breezy watched as Gary latched the errant window, and went back over to sit at the desk. "Boy, what a set up, I bet he made a ton of money. You realize Breezy that if this were found in your house, you'd be disbarred as a sleezy lawyer. Ernie had a made to order black mail scheme, how much would you pay to continue your life as a lawyer?"
"I don't know how much, I've never done anything else. It's been my identity for so long, I've never been without it. I've had a burning desire to serve people with justice since I started law school. I departed ways with my family because they were morally bankrupt and chased fame and fortune." Breezy started to get worked up, and Gary interrupted her.
"Breezy, get a sack, we've got to get rid of this stuff. I intend to burn it in the fireplace, help me gather this mess. I'm guessing we don't have a lot of time. If Ernie decides he's lost out, he's gonna call the authorities at tell them you are responsible for this operation. Give me a hand Breezy, there's no time for dawdling."
Gary flipped the light switch on, and slowly started down the stairs. Breezy was so close behind him, she was like a second shirt. Gary knew he'd be seriously hampered if he had to swing his shooting arm , duck, or twist.
"Breezy, not so close, I need to be able to move."
"I'm scared."
"Then stay upstairs."
"No, I'd be more scared if you weren't there. How far back?"
"Two people spaces back. I have to be able to crouch and swing my shooting arm. If I push you, stay down, you make less of a target that way."
"Ok." And Breezy stayed on the step while Gary went down two.
The basement was a logistics nightmare. Rows of shelves covered the interior in a random zig zag pattern. A deliberate maize, the thought flashed in Gary's mind. Only someone who didn't want to be seen by a person coming down the stairs would have devised this pattern. The noise would alert the concealed person that they were about to have company, and they could or would be able to hide what they were doing.
The basement was empty of whoever; and Gary was listening half heartedly when Breezy spoke up and mentioned it sure was funny that Ernie had painted the windows black.
Four of the basement egress windows certainly were painted over. Gary tested three of them and they were locked solid. The fourth window was unlatched, and looked well used. That window was close to a desk that had a post office style hutch with a series of cubby holes. Filled with pieces of small oblong plastic, there were several thermal machines on the desk top.
"What the heck?" Gary was muttering as he opened the top desk drawer. It was full of driver's licenses, some complete, some waiting for names.
"What we have here is a handy-dandy identity theft operation, our friend Ernie has been a very busy fellow." he told Breezy. "I haven't had the opportunity to tell you that Ernie has been living, or at least staying, in your garden shed. I cleaned out all his trash and locked the place up so he can't get in.."
"But this," Gary continued, "no wonder Ernie was so anxious to get back in here. I'm guessing that he slithered in here at night to work on this. With the windows covered, no one would notice the basement light. Did you hear any thing out of the ordinary?"
"No, but I have to sleep with a white noise machine running. I don't usually sleep well. sensitive to outside noises," Breezy explained. "Ernie suggested several times that I ask my doctor for a sleep aid, before I broke down and followed his advice. I sleep very hard, almost unconscious like."
Breezy watched as Gary latched the errant window, and went back over to sit at the desk. "Boy, what a set up, I bet he made a ton of money. You realize Breezy that if this were found in your house, you'd be disbarred as a sleezy lawyer. Ernie had a made to order black mail scheme, how much would you pay to continue your life as a lawyer?"
"I don't know how much, I've never done anything else. It's been my identity for so long, I've never been without it. I've had a burning desire to serve people with justice since I started law school. I departed ways with my family because they were morally bankrupt and chased fame and fortune." Breezy started to get worked up, and Gary interrupted her.
"Breezy, get a sack, we've got to get rid of this stuff. I intend to burn it in the fireplace, help me gather this mess. I'm guessing we don't have a lot of time. If Ernie decides he's lost out, he's gonna call the authorities at tell them you are responsible for this operation. Give me a hand Breezy, there's no time for dawdling."
223shootersc
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Good job Gary! Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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Wow, good catch Gary. lol
PacNorWest
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#638
"Gary, this looks like my old shredder. Ernie told me it was broken, so I got another. Shredding the plastic will make it burn better, I'll start with those licenses that have pictures and writing.. It's not against the law to have pieces of empty plastic, you need to see if there are any lists, or other incriminating evidence."
Breezy was in lawyer mode, giving orders and making sense. It took a half hour to 'sanitize' the basement.
"We've to to get these shreds burning, I'm getting a hinky feeling. Can you find me more paper type trash and we'll get this show on the road. Com'on lets get upstairs." Gary had an itch on the back of his neck, and he knew better than to disregard it.
The fire burned with a rolling, stinky smoke; eating the evidence that would incriminate Breezy, but leaving a acrid, plastic odor in the house.. "Gary, we need strong smelling wood, or pinecones. Do you have anything 'smelly' left over from Christmas?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, some pine cones and scented wood chips It's fairly stinky." Breezy opened the wood box door next to the fireplace and drug out a cellophane bag of blue colored chips.
"Whoo weee, you weren't kidding about strong and stinky." Gary opened the bag and immediately held it away from his nose. Scattering the colored wood on the smoldering fire, it blazed at the edge and then flared well, burning bright.
"That's worse than the plastic smell. Ya got anything else? Tom requested.
"I'll look, Breezy have you got any marshmallows, grahams or chocolate, like we were going to make that campfire gooey junk. I see a couple of cars driving real slow, coming this way, and we need an excuse for having a fire. Hurry Honey!" Gary urged. "Anything we could use for sticks?"
"Keep it burning," Gary urged Tom, "I'm gonna help Breezy find the stuff. Those cars are almost here."
Way in the back of the small wood box, was a couple of small logs, and Tom got them put on the fire. Dragging sofa pillows to the floor, he hurriedly made it seem like they were having a s'mores party.
Gary grabbed forks from the sink, grimacing at the thought of using used forks to continue the ruse. "Soda from the fridge," Breezy ordered, "I've got marshmallows and chocolate, and soda crackers. That's all I've got."
The three of them were talking and chatting around the supposed cozy fire, when there was a knock on the unsecured door.
"Open up, Police," was yelled out.
"Gary, this looks like my old shredder. Ernie told me it was broken, so I got another. Shredding the plastic will make it burn better, I'll start with those licenses that have pictures and writing.. It's not against the law to have pieces of empty plastic, you need to see if there are any lists, or other incriminating evidence."
Breezy was in lawyer mode, giving orders and making sense. It took a half hour to 'sanitize' the basement.
"We've to to get these shreds burning, I'm getting a hinky feeling. Can you find me more paper type trash and we'll get this show on the road. Com'on lets get upstairs." Gary had an itch on the back of his neck, and he knew better than to disregard it.
The fire burned with a rolling, stinky smoke; eating the evidence that would incriminate Breezy, but leaving a acrid, plastic odor in the house.. "Gary, we need strong smelling wood, or pinecones. Do you have anything 'smelly' left over from Christmas?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, some pine cones and scented wood chips It's fairly stinky." Breezy opened the wood box door next to the fireplace and drug out a cellophane bag of blue colored chips.
"Whoo weee, you weren't kidding about strong and stinky." Gary opened the bag and immediately held it away from his nose. Scattering the colored wood on the smoldering fire, it blazed at the edge and then flared well, burning bright.
"That's worse than the plastic smell. Ya got anything else? Tom requested.
"I'll look, Breezy have you got any marshmallows, grahams or chocolate, like we were going to make that campfire gooey junk. I see a couple of cars driving real slow, coming this way, and we need an excuse for having a fire. Hurry Honey!" Gary urged. "Anything we could use for sticks?"
"Keep it burning," Gary urged Tom, "I'm gonna help Breezy find the stuff. Those cars are almost here."
Way in the back of the small wood box, was a couple of small logs, and Tom got them put on the fire. Dragging sofa pillows to the floor, he hurriedly made it seem like they were having a s'mores party.
Gary grabbed forks from the sink, grimacing at the thought of using used forks to continue the ruse. "Soda from the fridge," Breezy ordered, "I've got marshmallows and chocolate, and soda crackers. That's all I've got."
The three of them were talking and chatting around the supposed cozy fire, when there was a knock on the unsecured door.
"Open up, Police," was yelled out.
sssarawolf
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Oh, oh, hope it works.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#639
"The door has to swing inward," Gary shouted out. "I'll hold the frame while you push in gently. If you're not careful, the whole door assembly will crash.
There was an impatient push and the whole wooden frame rocked dangerously toward the outside. "Hold it" Gary shouted, "she's gonna go over on you."
"What kind of foolishness ir this," a voice growled from outside. "We have a report that illegal activities are taking place here. What is with the door here?"
"The old door fell out, we had no idea that there wasn't a framework to hold it in. We have a carpenter coming tomorrow. Now I'll steady it while you push gently."
The two officers weren't all that gentle, and Tom and Gary both we are steadying the cased in door.
"Get over there, the both of you, no funny business and keep your hands out where we can see them." The shorter of the two men barked orders. "You," he pointed at Gary, explain!"
"The somewhat short version; we were replacing the doors for Ms. Collins, and we discovered there was no framework for this door. The men that delivered the door suggested a carpenter, but be can't come until tomorrow afternoon. We, my brother Tom and myself, are spending the night to protect Ms. Collins and her house."
"What's with the fire?" The taller officer asked. "This is summer in North Carolina."
"We got to talking about camping out, and cooking and making s'mores. So we are doing just that. I didn't have any graham crackers, so we are going to have to make do with soda crackers," Breezy broke in, "is there a problem with that?"
"We'll ask the questions, you will do the answering," Shorty demanded. "Do you want to search the house, or should I?" he directed to his partner.
"I will," and he looked down the hall. "Hey, watcha got all the windows covered for?".
"We do security consulting, let me show you all the problems we discovered. Now there is a reason for all this. Ms. Breezy here, just fired a law clerk by the name of Ernie. He threatened to hurt her with a knife, the scum. So we are here until we can get the house secured to keep him out. These old colonials, plantation houses are beautiful, aren't they? But of such old and poor construction. Take that door for instance. It was just sitting there in the hole. How the second story didn't fall in, I'll never know, as that's a load bearing wall. Can I show you the basement?" Gary kept up a running dialog, all helpful and solicitous.
"We were told specifically to investigate the basement, you go down first, and no funny business."
Gary opened the door and switched on the light. Going downstairs, he stood at the bottom and waited.
"Who did this?" the officer demanded, "is this some kinda joke, all these shelves arranged this way?"
"Breezy said Ernie built them, I have no idea, I wasn't here.." Gary was casual and offhand. The officer went into bloodhound mode, sniffing for any problem he might use to justify being called out.
There was nothing out of the ordinary in the basement, and the officer gritted out his disappointment.
"Hey, don't take this out on me," Gary protested, "go find Ernie and take your frustrations out on him. He's evidently the one that turned Ms. Breezy in, a sour grapes situation if I've ever heard of one."
"Yeah, well how were we to know, we got a tip that there was an identity theft ring operating out of this house. Nothing here that I can see. Sorry to disturb you folks."
A high sign to his partner, and the two were gone in minutes.
"The door has to swing inward," Gary shouted out. "I'll hold the frame while you push in gently. If you're not careful, the whole door assembly will crash.
There was an impatient push and the whole wooden frame rocked dangerously toward the outside. "Hold it" Gary shouted, "she's gonna go over on you."
"What kind of foolishness ir this," a voice growled from outside. "We have a report that illegal activities are taking place here. What is with the door here?"
"The old door fell out, we had no idea that there wasn't a framework to hold it in. We have a carpenter coming tomorrow. Now I'll steady it while you push gently."
The two officers weren't all that gentle, and Tom and Gary both we are steadying the cased in door.
"Get over there, the both of you, no funny business and keep your hands out where we can see them." The shorter of the two men barked orders. "You," he pointed at Gary, explain!"
"The somewhat short version; we were replacing the doors for Ms. Collins, and we discovered there was no framework for this door. The men that delivered the door suggested a carpenter, but be can't come until tomorrow afternoon. We, my brother Tom and myself, are spending the night to protect Ms. Collins and her house."
"What's with the fire?" The taller officer asked. "This is summer in North Carolina."
"We got to talking about camping out, and cooking and making s'mores. So we are doing just that. I didn't have any graham crackers, so we are going to have to make do with soda crackers," Breezy broke in, "is there a problem with that?"
"We'll ask the questions, you will do the answering," Shorty demanded. "Do you want to search the house, or should I?" he directed to his partner.
"I will," and he looked down the hall. "Hey, watcha got all the windows covered for?".
"We do security consulting, let me show you all the problems we discovered. Now there is a reason for all this. Ms. Breezy here, just fired a law clerk by the name of Ernie. He threatened to hurt her with a knife, the scum. So we are here until we can get the house secured to keep him out. These old colonials, plantation houses are beautiful, aren't they? But of such old and poor construction. Take that door for instance. It was just sitting there in the hole. How the second story didn't fall in, I'll never know, as that's a load bearing wall. Can I show you the basement?" Gary kept up a running dialog, all helpful and solicitous.
"We were told specifically to investigate the basement, you go down first, and no funny business."
Gary opened the door and switched on the light. Going downstairs, he stood at the bottom and waited.
"Who did this?" the officer demanded, "is this some kinda joke, all these shelves arranged this way?"
"Breezy said Ernie built them, I have no idea, I wasn't here.." Gary was casual and offhand. The officer went into bloodhound mode, sniffing for any problem he might use to justify being called out.
There was nothing out of the ordinary in the basement, and the officer gritted out his disappointment.
"Hey, don't take this out on me," Gary protested, "go find Ernie and take your frustrations out on him. He's evidently the one that turned Ms. Breezy in, a sour grapes situation if I've ever heard of one."
"Yeah, well how were we to know, we got a tip that there was an identity theft ring operating out of this house. Nothing here that I can see. Sorry to disturb you folks."
A high sign to his partner, and the two were gone in minutes.
feralferret
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All right Gary!. Finished getting rid of the trumped up evidence just in time.
Thanks, Pac.
Thanks, Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac and Gary gets an atta boy!
sssarawolf
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thank you Pac.PacNorWest
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Gary stood in the shadows, watching the officers get in their patrol cars. The second car had a dark shape in the back seat.
"I bet Ernie is in the car, ordering the raid. Wait, their all getting out and heading around back for the garden shed. Humm, I bet I know someone who isn't gonna be very happy when he discovers all his junk is out in the alley ground and trash can." Gary was tee heeing and keeping a running commentary.
They heard a howl of anger and a furious pounding on the back utility room door. "Open up you worthless piece of trash, I know you're in there, I heard you talking. It's your hand in throwing out my stuff, I'm gonna sue you, it's raining out here and my stuff is ruined." Ernie was shouting at the locked door
"Yes, I cleaned out the garden shed. I had no idea that was your things, Breezy said there shouldn't be anything in there, so I threw it in the trash bin." Gary shouted back. "Are the officers out there? I want to charge you with trespassing; you had no permission to live in that shed. Officer, Officer," Gary called out loudly, "you'd best look through the pile of junk, I don't want him taking items that belong Ms. Breezy."
"Billy. look at this," the second officer was pointing toward a jumble of machines and cords. "Now look here Buddy, how stupid do you take us for. These are plastic laminating machines, like the kind that are used for making driver's licenses. And look here, all sorts of plastic, and what's this, a list of names to use in a setup. I think you're the one running the illicit operation. You've already claimed the pile, so don't be telling us that this stuff really isn't yours."
Ernie was howling in outrage, but it didn't seem to cut much ice with the officers. "I don't believe all your protestations, I think you'd better come downtown with us, we've been wondering who's behind this slick little operation. Good to see you stepping up and acknowledging your involvement." Number one officer grabbed Ernie's arm and they went for the cruiser doubletime.
Gary stood in the shadows, watching the officers get in their patrol cars. The second car had a dark shape in the back seat.
"I bet Ernie is in the car, ordering the raid. Wait, their all getting out and heading around back for the garden shed. Humm, I bet I know someone who isn't gonna be very happy when he discovers all his junk is out in the alley ground and trash can." Gary was tee heeing and keeping a running commentary.
They heard a howl of anger and a furious pounding on the back utility room door. "Open up you worthless piece of trash, I know you're in there, I heard you talking. It's your hand in throwing out my stuff, I'm gonna sue you, it's raining out here and my stuff is ruined." Ernie was shouting at the locked door
"Yes, I cleaned out the garden shed. I had no idea that was your things, Breezy said there shouldn't be anything in there, so I threw it in the trash bin." Gary shouted back. "Are the officers out there? I want to charge you with trespassing; you had no permission to live in that shed. Officer, Officer," Gary called out loudly, "you'd best look through the pile of junk, I don't want him taking items that belong Ms. Breezy."
"Billy. look at this," the second officer was pointing toward a jumble of machines and cords. "Now look here Buddy, how stupid do you take us for. These are plastic laminating machines, like the kind that are used for making driver's licenses. And look here, all sorts of plastic, and what's this, a list of names to use in a setup. I think you're the one running the illicit operation. You've already claimed the pile, so don't be telling us that this stuff really isn't yours."
Ernie was howling in outrage, but it didn't seem to cut much ice with the officers. "I don't believe all your protestations, I think you'd better come downtown with us, we've been wondering who's behind this slick little operation. Good to see you stepping up and acknowledging your involvement." Number one officer grabbed Ernie's arm and they went for the cruiser doubletime.
223shootersc
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Hee, hee..., thanks Pac!
sssarawolf
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Wonderful, thank you Pac.