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Chapter Thirty – Seven: Epiphany

30 Mar
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Lonnie stared at all the equipment he had gathered from Cody’s garage, and piled in the spare room of his apartment. He took it apart piece by piece. Looking at it. Trying to understand it. Then he began looking at the boxes he had.

Shit. Wow. Oh my god.

This stuff had instructions. Simple instructions. You didn’t have to be all that smart to do use these things. All you had to do was be able to read.

Holy Crap.

When Lonnie finally realized the scam he could not help laughing and laughing and laughing until he was too tired to laugh any more. Then he lay there flat on his back on the floor chuckling at the enormity of it until he fell asleep.

When he woke up he began to put things together with his new insights.

Leave it to Cody to jack the CIA around. Make them look like utter fools. Maybe that is why they killed him. They found out Cody was smarter than they are.

You not only did not have to be a genius to figure out how to use this stuff, you did not have to be a genius to figure out where to buy it. The internet. It was so simple anybody looking for this kind of stuff would be sure to find it.

The CIA could have bought everything they needed right on the net. But they were too stupid to do it and Cody was too smart to tell them.

Each item had the net addy printed right on the box, spyequipment.com

Lonnie decided to play around with his new toys and try to figure out how to use them for his own benefit.

“Yep,” he thought to himself, “Here comes Double Oh Lonnie.”
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Chapter Thirty – Six: The Cell

23 Mar
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L C Felt emotionally traumatized. If there were a self-help group for people who had post traumatic stress disorder after suffering trust abandonment issues, she would have signed up for it immediately. She suddenly realized she did not trust anyone. Never in her life had she ever not trusted people.

Now she trusted no one.

He had been adamant in their first official conversation as client and lawyer that she was to discuss the case with no one. She was not even to tell a fellow inmate that she was innocent nor to speculate what the charges were against her.

L C had been just as adamant that Nathaniel could sort things out. He would explain the whole mix up. It was his cabin. He was her fiance.

The lawyer jotted down the name and cell phone number. He would have someone out looking for Nathaniel Norman first thing tomorrow morning.

However no one named Nathaniel Norman existed. Not in the city, the county, or even the state.

And the owner of the cabin was the man found dead in it.

Tulkhorn was heavy jowled and seemed to push his words out from between them with some effort. This required him to speak ponderously and slowly. He spoke in short sentences, even when the sentence was long, using pauses in the middle. “You will be placed ― With experienced criminals. One way to get their sentence reduced ― Is testify against you. They will go any lengths ― To cause you to say something ― They can use. Pretend to be your friend. They may tell you something ― Something about themselves. Hoping you will do tit for tat.”

“Like truth or dare?”

“You will have more to lose ― than dignity. We don’t know ― what is at stake. Chief Collars had a  revolver. This is a capital punishment state.”

“Oh, My God!”

“If anyone ― tells you something incriminating ―in an effort to entrap you. Tell me who they are ―and what they told you ― immediately.”

L C Was aghast. “You want me to play that game?”

Tulkhorn stared at her from under his heavy lids for a full minute. She started to wonder if she had really overstepped. Still she did not want to blurt out an apology out of fear.

“Young lady. If you were not ― the most naive client ― I have ever met ― I would consider ― that question ― an insult. I would never ― suggest ― in any way ― you do anything ― improper. I would only warn you ― and tell you how ― to take all proper precautions.”

It was then she realized behind that slow ponderous form of a man was a mind that never stopped moving.

So she did not trust the people in the cell with her. Three women. One of whom was large and black and didn’t seem to care what she said to anyone about anything. Nor did she deem in necessary to keep her voice quite or calm when she said it. As the policewoman pushed L C into the room and closed the door behind her the woman was standing in the middle of the cell saying, “Yeah, I killed the bastard. He deserved it. There comes a time when you gotta stand up for yourself and face the shit. That or you go the rest of your life being Uncle Tom and kissing ass. I ain’t kissing nobody’s nothing.” She turned to face L C who stood with her eyes and mouth both wide open.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

L C Could not answer. She had never seen anyone like her before. She had never heard anyone like her before.

An extremely skinny tattooed woman who was the oldest stepped up beside L C “C’mon, she’s the newest fish I’ve ever seen in a tank. She is about to mess her diapers. She doesn’t mean any harm.”

The black woman ignored her.

“Ain’t you never seen a black woman before?” She came down heavy on the word black and talked with a southern accent. She did not take her eyes off L C.

In truth L C Had been raised in a predominantly white middle-class neighborhood. There had been only a handful of black students at her school and she had never really thought about or paid any attention to them. The only black woman L C Had ever spoken to was the quiet, soft-spoken, young woman who worked at one of the chairs in the Just Bain Me Beauty Salon where her aunt worked. She did not speak with an accent. She remembered hearing someone say Obama did not sound black, that he sounded just like any white guy, but she really did not know what that meant. She had never met a person who was proud of being black and was not afraid to stand up and say so.

She managed to stutter out, “Daisy.”

“Daisy? What the hell is ‘Daisy’.”

“She works in Just Bane Me where my aunt works.”

“And her name’s Daisy? There ain’t no black woman in the world today going to name her child ‘Daisy’. What do you think this is, Gone With The Wind?”

“Her name is Daisy. She told me.”

“And are you and this Little Miss Daisy friends.”

“I, I don’t know. I like her. She is real quiet. Um. She never talks much. We ate lunch together once. I guess she likes me.”

“Are you a racist bitch?”

L C Paled. “I don’t think so.” It was the first time in her life anyone had accused her of racism. She knew hate groups existed but she never met anyone who espoused racial superiority. It was the first time in her life she ever gave a thought to the fact she was white and other people were not.

“I’ll tell you what to think. See that bunk up there? That is yours. You sleep in it and you keep your mouth shut. You so much as snore or piss me off I’m going to shove you outta this cell right through those bars whether you fit or not. Understand?”

L C Looked at the top bunk wondering how she was going to climb up there without a ladder.

The muscular woman told her, “I’m Violet. The tattooed lady here is Janet. On the bunk is Diamond. You met her.”

L C burst out laughing.

“What a hell you laughing at?” Diamond’s black eyes snapped at her.

“You ought to be my aunt.” L C felt nervous and like she was starting to babble, but she could not help herself.

“How you think that might happen?”

“My grand parents were so hippy. They named all four of my aunts ‘Daddies little gems.’ Amethyst, Sapphire, Emerald, and Topaz. If they had another girl they were going to name her Pearl. Number six might’ve been you.”

“And what would you do if I was your aunt?”

“Give you a big hug and kiss. Like I do all my other aunts.”

Diamond shook her head. “Get that girl out of here,” she rolled over on her side and looked the other way.

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Chapter Thirty – Five: The Room

9 Mar
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It was a tiny little interrogation room. One chair. One card table. She was sure she was not in there long, but it seemed forever and a week before anyone came in.

The man who entered looked as though he literally walked with the weight of authority. He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, collar unbuttoned. He slapped a folder on the card table in front of her.

“Can you tell me what is going on?” L C Asked.

He held his hand up. “I’ll ask the questions.”

L C Nodded meekly, biting her lower lip.

“Have your rights been read to you?”

“Yes. Outside. But he didn’t ask me anything.”

“Do you understand those rights?”

“Well yes, of course. Am I being charged with being stupid?”

“Being flippant will not help your case.”

“What am I being charged with? What is my case?”

“Do you want me to read you your rights again or do you agree you fully understand them?”

L C Sighed. “I told you I understand them.”

He fished a photograph out of the folder, pushed it across to L C “Tell me about this man.” She looked at the picture. It was an eight by ten. The face had little to distinguish it. Freshly scrubbed. Eyes closed. Hair not combed.

“What about him?”

“What is his name? What is your relationship to him.”

“I don’t know his name. I don’t have any relationship to him.” She kept looking at the picture trying to remember anyone who looked like that in real life. The longer she looked at him the more certain she became she had never seen him before.

“So you deny knowing this man.”

“I don’t recognize him.”

“Let me refresh your memory. He is your fiance. You spent the weekend in his cabin with him.”

“That’s not my fiance. I spent the weekend, well, part of it anyway, with my fiance in his cabin. This isn’t him.”

“This is not your fiance. Yet you carried on with him in Sternhouser’s market in such a disgusting display the owner threw you out and told you never to return. Do I have that part right?”

“Is this that guy? He doesn’t look like him. He followed me around the store. I wasn’t ‘carrying on’ with him.”

“I suppose you don’t recognize this either?” From somewhere he pulled out a revolver. Showed it to L C

“It looks just like the one in my fiancee’s cabin. It was in a wooden box under some cabinet thing.”

“Your fiancée’s gun. In your fiancee’s cabin. But you claim you do not know your fiancee. Or do you just have a habit of carrying on with strange men you don’t know in grocery stores?”

“It wasn’t like…”

A knock on the door interrupted her.

The policeman stood up. “Come in.”

The Langlin’s lawyer entered. He looked from the policeman to L C And back. “What is my client charged with?”

“Nothing much. Lying to a police officer. Resisting arrest. International flight to avoid prosecution. That ought to hold her for a while.” Holding the revolver in plain sight the policeman left the room.

“I was under the impression Mr. Langlin instructed you not to say anything until I arrived.”

“I only told him the truth.”

“Apparently you told him enough of it to get yourself into serious trouble, young lady.”

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Chapter Thirty – Four: The Airport

2 Mar
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They had already checked their bags. They were already standing in line to be boarded. When L C Looked up she saw two police, one man, one woman, jostling through the crowd.

The man looked familiar.

“Wonder why Lance is here?” asked Mrs. Langlin.

“Looks like he has a new partner,” commented her husband. “An improvement over the last one.”

As they drew closer L C Recognized the policeman. It was the same man she met, out of uniform, in front of Sternhouser’s market, the day she got the job of nanny. As he came up to them she smiled at him. He did not return it.

“Hello, Lance. What brings you here? And who is your partner?” asked Mrs. Langlin.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Langlin. Mr. Langlin.” Morgan said with a formality that elicited a raised eyebrow from Mr. Langlin and a pinched frown from Mrs. Langlin.

He turned to L C “Are you Lindsey Carol Davenport?”

“Well, uh, you know I am.”

“You are under arrest. Please place your hands behind your back so my partner can handcuff you so we make as little a scene as possible.”

The words at first did not make sense to her. She had to replay them again in her mind slowly. She was being arrested. Here at the airport.

“Stop. Wait a minute. I’ve done nothing. What am I under arrest for?”

“What is she under arrest for?” asked Mr. Langlin curiously as though a very interesting idea had just struck him.

Morgan spoke politely but firmly. “That is not my concern. My job is to arrest her. She will be charged at the station.”

“My.” Said Mr. Langlin thoughtfully. “That sounds ominous.”

Morgan turned to L C “You will put your hands behind your back now and allow my partner to handcuff you or she will throw you down to the ground and handcuff you the hard way.”

L C Began to cry. Her chest heaved.

Guinevere started to run to L C.  Mrs. Langlin grabbed her daughter and pulled her close.

Delavera stepped up behind L C. Grabbed her unresisting hands one by one, pulled them behind her back, and handcuffed her firmly.

Mr. Langlin told her, “Say nothing to anyone until the lawyer gets there.” He started tapping his cell phone.

As L C Was being led away she looked back through bleary, teared eyes. She saw the Langlins, Bixby, Missy Mousey, and Guinevere, disappearing into the tunnel to the plane. Mr. Langlin was closing his phone, having put it in airplane mode.

 

 

 

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