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Charles was feeling so accomplished with his first letter from Toronto, he crafted a second, and sent it while he was enjoying the Canadian night life courtesy Of old Lucretia whats-her-names money.
He was proud of the side business he happened to fall into yesterday evening.The money the woman had wasn't all that much, he had lost his temper about the paltry sum and conducted himself ungentlemanly. He wasn't sorry, but losing control was a bad habit, one he shouldn't have allowed. The look that woman had given him, still gave him the shivers to think about it.
Joy had carefully been in contact with members of her own organization that were known to assist their comrades in matters such as this. Being a woman in war conditions, no matter which side you were on was problematic, and if you were captured you suffered. The well oiled machine of underground ladies posted Charles picture with the border patrol, in color, with an arrest warrant information sheet. They missed Charles by an hour.
That information was sent to Joy; it doubled her determination. At the least, she now knew he was an American citizen with a passport that listed his full name and address, in a state that had been destroyed by the flood. Charles Clayton as a name didn't mean anything to Joy, all she wanted a few minutes to have a little 'talk' with the man. She made further plans and put them into motion.
Between Clora and Wayne, they went back deep into their memories and helped Mark expand the search into people from their childhood. Mark had almost five hundred names by the time they were drained, unable to think of any more.
Clora felt she was missing a few people, and there was a squiggle of memory that was trying to burst into blossom, but she couldn't bring it forward. "I think I heard one time, the mention of a Charles. We were older, and it was a brother to someone I can't put a name to. Did we give you Tammy McCann's name and those of her children?" Clora checked with Mark. "Oh, it's something close to that time, I can feel it." Clora got up to walk to the window, to concentrate on the sunlight on the lake water.
In the kitchen, Teddy was telling Lemmie and Hank about the couple of hours he had spent clerking in Lucretia's store when she and her clerk had been hurt. "She was really ungrateful, demanded I show her my pockets to make sure I wasn't taking any money. The guy that was her clerk, somebody by the name of Charles, just laughed."
Warren walked in to get a coffee refill just in time to hear the word 'Charles.' "My God Teddy, where did you hear that name in town?" Warren was rapidly walking to Mark's office, not even waiting to hear Teddy's reply.
Warren knocked once and pushed his way in, "Mark, Teddy has been telling a story about a Charles, in town."
Mark was out of his chair, past Warren in the doorway, faster than Clora or Wayne could get out of their chairs.
Teddy was looking down the hall, wondering what the heck had gotten into Grandpa, when Mark came rushing out and almost scared him.
"Teddy, this is real important," Mark motioned for the second red headed brother to sit down at the table. "How do you happen to know a Charles, that was in town?" Clora had to almost push Wayne to get any speed out of him, and they finally got to the kitchen.
"He's the guy that was Mrs. Tibbs new clerk in the grocery store. Both of them got hurt during the first blast, and were laying on the grass in front of the store. People were just going in and taking things and I went in to help. Why?"
Clora as she passed slow Wayne, got there in time to hear Teddy's explanation. "Dear Lord, Cassie Pendelton had a brother by the name of Charles that was a berry farmer. Will was going to go to work for him at one time, and I think because Will wouldn't, that's the reason Will and Cassie got a divorce."
Mark was busy writing in his notebook; and Wayne had that deer in the headlight's look.
"Cassie married a Samuels, and they were the guardians of Jan and Dee; the two girls Rains had to return. The family Pete killed. Oh my, I see the tie in now." Clora went silent.
Wayne was thinking hard. "Didn't Cassie's folks live down around Eugene somewhere. But I can't remember the last name. I don't remember that particular Samuel's first name either, sorry" Wayne spread his hands in apology.
"We didn't go to Will and Cassie's wedding; it was during a very bad storm, and we had to walk, if we wanted to go. Grandma wouldn't let us. I might have been eight or nine at that time and I don't think I ever heard Cassie's last name either." Clora tried hard to recall, and was getting nothing. "I don't remember the Samuels's name, only that I was shocked that Cassie lived so close and we had never seen her out and around. That's always bothered me, and the more I think about it, I'm not sure Rains was truthful. She seemed to have told Rains about us, but it was very strange." Clora rubbed her forehead, she was starting to get a headache.
"I've got that information somewhere," Mark mentioned absently as he was thumbing through his book. "Teddy would you ask the boys if they've had any dealings with a man named Charles in town."
Teddy being the true Linderman he was, went to the foot of the stairs and bellered up, the name Charles resounding to the rafters.
Two things happened at once. Seven set of feet came clattering down the stairs one after the other and Joy's bedroom door slammed open and the woman came bursting out gun in hand.
Milo and Robert were first down the stairs and at the sight of Joy and her gun, they stopped dead still. The rest of the kids crashed into them.
The third thing that happened was Mark standing up, sweeping Clora behind him and reaching for his trusty Glock in one swift, practiced move. Mark and Joy stood fifteen feet apart, drawn down on each other.
"Drop that gun or I'll kill you where you stand," Mark's warning was flat, deadly and wicked scary. "You've got two seconds longer."
Belatedly, Joy realized what she had done and tipped her gun muzzle up. "I've got to put the safety on, if I drop it, it will discharge; it's been modified."
"Warren, get her weapon please." Mark ordered, in the same deadly tone. Speaking first names usually was a way to bring people out of the fright mode they were in during a confrontation, and get their cooperation.
Joy held her gun out at arm's length, her finger well above the trigger guard, and surrendered it to Warren.
"You've got two seconds to start talking or I will kill you anyway."
Joy started talking. "I'm looking for a Charles Clayton. He has several warrants out for his arrest."
"And why is it necessary for you to be looking for him," Mark growled. Warren realized that Mark didn't have information that Joy was an agent. He had been sequestered in the office and missed the interactions between himself and the woman.
"Mark, there are circumstances to tell you." Warren spoke up, while he was holding his breath at the same time. He could see in Mark's eyes that the killing machine was in firm control. The woman had threatened his family and right now it was 50-50 that he might kill her anyway.
"Have you found a man named Charles around here?" Joy needed to know, pressing harder than she should have pressed Mark.
"Shut up," Warren snapped, "he's not in control, you're gonna get your fool head blown off."
That's when Joy looked at Mark and saw the terrible rage in his eyes. She didn't say any more, finally understanding the predicament she was in.
It was Clora with her calm and measured voice to the rescue. "I think Clayton was Cassie's last name, don't you Wayne?"
Joy was used to giving orders and she almost snapped out, asking who Cassie was, and Warren put his hand on her arm and shook it. "Shut up. Don't say a word, he hasn't decided not to kill you yet."
The rest of the family was totally silent, mainly because they were looking at the bruises on Joy's face and arms. The woman had been beaten. Someone had done a good job.
"Wayne," Clora raised her voice slightly, "Wasn't Clayton, Cassie's last name?"
Clora started making faces at Millie, and the woman finally understood, poking Wayne in the arm. "Huh, ahh yeah," he shook off his stupor. " I guess it was, I wasn't around for the wedding, and nobody went to the hospital with them, so I'm not positive." Wayne seemed as slow as Mark to gather power over himself.
As the talk flowed around him, Mark slowly regained control. Clora moved to his right side, away from his left gun hand and let go of her 38 in her pocket. Lemmie started breathing again, and Hank took his hand off his gun.
"Please everyone, sit down and lets have something to drink," Clora invited as she stood by Mark, but not touching him. Lemmie flipped the lights back on in the kitchen and got a pitcher of tea and one of lemonade out. Glasses were put on the table, and kids that got tangled at the foot of the stairs, got untangled.
Clora took Mark outside and only then did Warren start breathing. "Lady, you have no idea how close you came to dying," he spit at Joy. "Is it apparent now, that you don't go waving a gun around in this house? What were you thinking?"
Joy badly needed to sit down, but she was dammed if she was going to sit at the table. She went to her room and closed the door. Lemmie looked at Warren and shrugged. She didn't realize Joy had been hurt like she was.
Warren rubbed his face with his hand, and Gary spoke up, telling the group, "man that was quick. Dad did that real neat and fast." and all the adults agreed nervously. Everyone downed a rapid half glass of refreshment and scattered for their rooms.
Warren was thinking he needed to get ahold of Joy and straighten her out, she had pulled a really dumb stunt. He was standing there debating if it should be tonight or if it could wait until tomorrow, when Clora touched his arm.
"Warren, don't go in there," she ordered, looking at him with warning. "No matter what right or office you feel you have, don't. In fact I am ordering you not to; and that will not be challenged or broken."
Clora issuing orders was as impressive as Mark. "You need to go to your room and let matters cool down."
Warren looked at his daughter in law for several long agonizing moments and then acquiesced with a nod of his head.
Clora said "thank you" without smiling and started walking him to his door. She was taking no chances that he might feel he had the seniority to confront Joy. "That is Mark's call," she explained to his unspoken, but thought of belief. There again, Clora spooked him with her ability.