I Am Solomon // Pied Piper // Solomon's Achilles

By Frances Walter

This is the third installment of Detective mysteries with Hannah Abel as the main character. Coming forth is Solomon Abel who has grown up to make changes to all the cop rules. He plays the game to be nick-named King Solomon and with his temperament you will wonder if he will succeed.

This round...You will have more tears. If someone is winning against the bad guy? Why would I be crying?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491831618

Frances Walter

“Simple imagination to get inside the mind of the law breaking perpetrator. Catching a person who willingly breaks the law. A decision on how to catch him and what to do with him after you have gone through the system. I am wearing the shoes of the Detective and must decide how all persons involved affect each other and the final outcome. Conscience and the laws of justice. How to use them. I was born in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada. I have no special credits to literary writing. Imagination that grows. Every day crime and bad guys. I enjoy a good murder mystery. Authors who write and I can not put their work down. I call some of my work dark and bent. My emotion? Anger brings out a more sinister side of the writing works. My style, as if you are standing in the middle of the room watching it all. I unravel the plot as you go along, as you read, a few twists and turns. Sometimes you are not sure if the villain or Detective will win.”

Book preview

I Am Solomon

Chapter One

She tried to hold onto time. The harder she tried to do nothing, the faster it slipped by. Probably in her favor, no time to think.

Hannah Abel-Hendrix retired her Lieutenant’s badge. Declined a Captain’s badge.

Hannah took Solomon out of school. Said, ‘School would be waiting for him another day. Time for a holiday. Deal?’

Alexis fixed Hannah’s business. Played accountant and bookkeeper. Kept her promise and found Hannah a fantabulous apartment. A penthouse. Sold because of ill health. Wanted the new owner to enjoy the house, not treat it like a set of walls. She shuffled all the house furnishings. Something old, something new, plus a few memories too.

Hannah lived, actually existed, for the year to follow. Iverson had sealed that. The silver lining, she had received the Beltran’s estate, the city had given her a severance package, plus all the benefits of a police Captain’s widow.

She had been arrested under a cloud of conspiracy, she asked, no demanded, a second severance package for her confinement. She happily lived on the city’s dime. Absolutely no guilt.

Hannah sat on Doctor Burchell’s couch for almost a month. Didn’t really help, the damage was done. Trevor was gone.

Solomon? She sat in on his sessions. Left him alone to sit and bounce on his couch.

"Hannah, he’s come around. True blue resilience. I got him to write himself a letter. Tell his story. He said. ‘Law and order. Good and bad guy. He had to make a choice to help you or let you die.’ He watched Trevor die without hesitation.’

‘I asked him, ‘If Dalton Iverson would have changed his mind and spared you? He said ‘No’.’"

Did he just bounce back? Or could he be happy Trevor isn’t around? A bent sadistic child tantrum?

I don’t see it that way. He couldn’t save Trevor. He saved you. You are here, and he did not lose you. He thinks the result was the way it should be.

I just want to ensure he wasn’t damaged. He witnessed it all. Even when…

You are both alive. Thank a higher power for that gift.

Rational reasoning. Really? Was that the final deduction? One died but two lived. And all should be right with the world? Burchell was the stupid one.

Hannah and Solomon made a deal. ‘If you are upset or have nightmares, talk. Ask for help. We are a team. Deal?’

Solomon was taken care of. Was safe. That bit of peace of mind she could live with.

Chapter Two

TIME TICKED ON . . .

Hannah opened up her own Private Detective Agency. Kent had shown her the private side of police work. A safe side to fix the bad guys. She offered a security surveillance service. She was picky on her clientele. A little over cautious? Too bad!

Mom, why don’t you sign these forms for me to gain entrance to the Junior Police Academy?

Because… You are only sixteen. Because… You are still tripping over the fuzz on your chin. You are cute and charming… Smarts over the charts. Why can’t you do dishes for some greasy spoon?

Yes Mom, sixteen. I have been taking all these courses to be smarter than the average Yogi Bear. Read comic books to stay a kid. Read hundreds of psychiatry and thousands of psychology books to be ahead of any whack job or socio path. I wanna be just like my Mom when I grow up, smart and gorgeous. You walk into a room. Point, count the evidence and have a direction.

Not happy with that uncanny sixth sense you got? Solomon, finish school first. The world will be waiting for you to save.

They played this game every six months. Solomon wanted to go into law enforcement. He had taken all the classes to be one step ahead of the bad guys. Narcotics didn’t appeal to him. Just like his Mom.

He remembered years ago, a spark his Mother had when she was neck deep in a case. Her writing boards, pencils and papers. He remembered Nicky Nelson showing him the wall with all the police officers she worked beside. ‘Someday your picture will be here.’ A sad note, when Trevor died, she died.

He wanted something she had once possessed. She had a quiet spirit. She never had to get upset or have anxiety fits to get something done. Hearing her say, ‘No’, was amusing. Patience. He could wait. Waiting would make him better at his job. The bantering, the slow dragged out conversations enforced they could agree and disagree.

Okay, Mom, truce! You win. I’ll talk again.

Later. Hannah smiled.

Hannah wanted later to never come. She stalled. Denied. Manipulated. She was losing the battle with the years.

Chapter Three

Jacob, why won’t you give me the manuals to study? I have done as much as I can do. I won’t tell.

Your Mom will kill me if she finds out I helped.

Yeah, and she will kill me if I take the test without her permission. I will have a head start. Can’t we have one secret?

Now you got it. Secrets are trouble, Solomon. Jacob was watching Solomon tread on Hannah’s thin ice.

It is only a piece of paper. I will worry about my imminent death when I take the exam. Jacob, sooner or later this protective shadow will have to be lifted.

Not going to happen, Solomon.

Really? This is what I want. Other than getting actual street experience, you would be quite surprised at my style.

Style? You haven’t had time to find a style.

Attitude. Patience. Temperament. I cause debates. I do debates. Psychiatry couch trips. Mind games with the certified nut jobs. I need the stuff after that.

What if I don’t?

Jacob, I am seventeen. I will grow up someday. After eighteen, I will be put in another category. I won’t hear the word ‘No’ as often. Why don’t you help make me a better person?

Solomon had been doing this every year since he was fourteen. He wanted a badge. Climb the ladder to something good.

Okay, seventeen year old Solomon, what do you want?

Captain Jacob Maier, the training manuals to the Police academy. No special treatment. Pass or fail. Time to call my bluff. Reason? I am coming back to get redemption for the screw up on Trevor Hendrix’s death.

That was an accident…

Wrong! I saw the files. This round, Solomon spit attitude. I read at least six instances where there was a major cluster f… All the way up to a fancy Judge. Don’t even try to snow me. I am coming back to give my Mother peace and redemption from other officers’ pig headedness. And yes… Trevor’s name was on that list. And… I forgot to mention… Yours! Solomon poked his finger into Jacob’s shoulder.

Where would you get those files? Never mind. If I don’t? Jacob still was not backing down.

Jacob, my Mother is half a zombie. Unless she is bleeding purple piss to please me, she is still dying inside. Eleven years. She hasn’t and isn’t going to forgive. I am changing the rules on loyalty, trust, belief in your working team. Your partners are like family. Get off your ass and get the job done. I am coming forward to make a difference.

You? Jacob felt like laughing.

Jacob, you are a good guy. But I had a better teacher and role model than you. King Solomon. He ruled for forty years. Didn’t wake up dead. Got nice and old, ’cause he used his head. Didn’t catch a bullet or was it a knife or arrow? So, you are going to help me stay wise and grow old. And… Jacob, you are going to help make my Mom happy by showing her all officers are not assholes.

Deal. Guilty as charged. Don’t screw up, either, Solomon.

I will look before I leap. Ask before I fall on my face. All wise, not cocky. Secrets? This is one you can keep.

Guilt? You betcha! Jacob’s name was on Solomon’s list. Time to show his accountability.

Chapter Four

Hannah planned two parties. Solomon was turning the long a-waited eighteen. She gave him the choice of what he wanted. Except, not a rave.

Consider it a second graduation. Up to fifty friends. Can’t really make it a surprise. Wimpy with your Mother hovering. You tell me what you want, I will do the magic.

Thanks, Mom. No gifts, throw money! Do I get to make a wish?

You are pushing it. And… One wish. What do you want?

He had her smiling. She honestly seemed excited. One wish? Let me think. After my party, deal?

Hannah got a cold feeling. Her baby was growing up. His wish was one of their deals. Was she going to lose him too?

Hannah’s party was a special dinner with the adult friends Solomon had known all his life. Alexis, Jacob, Fenton and Simon Stavers. Hannah let down her guard to allow these people to share his special evening. They reminded her of time she had lost. Dinner in one of the finest restaurants in the city. The Cavalier Palisades Hotel. The proprietors had renovated the Penthouse suite into a five star dining room. Very platinum.

Hannah arranged the seating. Those, naming one, with the most fallen grace, was seated the farthest from her. Alexis and Solomon, on her left and right.

Mom, I wanna sit beside Aleee, she’s my honey. I’m gonna marry her when I’m all grow’d up.

Yuk Solomon, she’s your other Mom. Jail bait. Hannah stuck out her tongue.

Relax Hannah, what’s twenty years between Mom and son? I’ll always be young at heart with my boy toy.

You are sick, Aleee. You are corrupting my baby.

That’s what I’m paid to do.

Then I have a chance? Simon interrupted shyly.

A second wife, Simon? You are my man! You have been holding out on me.

The mood was getting light. Pinging jabs.

I worship you, Dear Lady. I am your slave.

Come here you beast. Hannah held out her arms for a hug.

Everybody froze. Hannah showed life? Alexis jabbed him in the ribs. Move!

Simon got down on one knee. Kissed her hand.

You cad! You toy with my feelings. She kissed him on the nose.

Keeping with the mood, Hannah snapped her fingers. Lights dimmed. A waiter came out dressed like a court jester bringing the cake.

Solomon was eighteen. He was to be crowned King. Gold icing. Eighteen candles. One sparkler in the middle. The light in the middle of her world. A standing ovation from his Kingdom’s subjects. The sound of applause.

Your wish, Solomon. More applause.

Solomon closed his eyes. Dire concentration. Hannah watched her boy turn into a young man. An old wise man. She felt like dying. Time had caught up to her. Her hate and resentment was to be her undoing. If she didn’t stop him she would surely die.

No Solomon… Please… I made a… . Hannah touched his arm. She had made a crappy deal.

Mom? The wish is a game. I got everything I wanted. I have never needed stars and Angel’s dust.

Alexis looked at Jacob. Were they losing her again? Her thin thread of fragility broken trying to let Solomon go?

Hannah snapped her fingers again. A table full of gifts. No theatrics.

Solomon, no more games. No more deals. I can’t keep you my baby forever. I have no power to stop time. These are a selection of acceptance letters to take you into any college or university of your choice. She wrapped them with a silver ribbon.

You are mean. I thought no one was writing back. You were hiding them? Captain Maier, charge this Woman with theft on whatever grounds.

Yes, King Solomon. I’ll get right on it. Laughter to relax everyone.

Keys to a practical, useful set of wheels. Sorry, not a Corvette. You could buy me one when you are rich and famous. A velvet box with a set of gold colored keys.

Done. Can we cut the cake? The icing is melting.

One more wish, Solomon. God give me strength… I have to do this…

Mom, you are worrying too much. Hannah was trying not to cry. Her grip on Solomon’s arm was leaving marks.

Hannah steadied herself. ‘I don’t want to do this.’ She whispered. Hannah took out a white envelope wedged under the cake. It was blended in with the white table cloth and no one noticed it hiding on the table.

Solomon, you are eighteen. According to some laws, an adult. Others, you are still my Son and I am responsible. These are all the consent forms for the Police Academy. School, training and special courses to choose from. If I have missed anything, ask. Happy Birthday, Solomon.

Thank you. Solomon hugged her. She was stiff. Felt like she was cold. Shaking from fear. Sit Mom, you are stealing the show.

Hannah? Are you… Jacob asked. He didn’t want to interfere, he did have to ask.

Jacob, shut up! This is Solomon’s wish, my decision. You should have told me you gave him the training manuals. Don’t go there, you will lose! Hannah hissed. Jacob had been told. He couldn’t argue. Guilty.

How did… ?

Shut up, Maier! Hannah hissed. Sol-Y-Man, cut the cake. We have champagne on ice. I think your minions brought gifts. You should command your subjects to come forth.

The mood changed again. Solomon clapped his hands for obedience. Fun and laughter at the expense of Solomon’s name. KING SOLOMON.

Hours later all went home. Solomon grabbed all his booty. Laughed. Didn’t want to share. Had a difficult time trying to carry it all. Had to ask Jacob’s help.

***

Can we talk?

Sure Joan Rivers, I’m listening.

These papers, are you okay with it?

Play another waiting game until you turn twenty one? I can’t lock you up in the attic. Time for me to trust you. Other than getting the training manual from Jacob, you have kept your word and grew up. Being a normal pain. Our deals? Time for me to cough up. I am proud of you.

Thanks Mom.

Do you have a direction?

Homicide. FBI. Or to become the youngest Captain to take a desk. I should know after two years. Want to become like you.

Retired? EXCELLENT CHOICE! She tried to suggest.

Funny.

Solomon, promise to be wise. Ask before you leap. And… Hannah tried to be easy going. IF… YOU… come back dead, I will make sure you are very dead.

Won’t happen, Lieutenant Abel. He stood at attention, saluting her.

Chapter Five

Wise King Solomon aced college and the Police Academy in three years combined. Never before on record. Cheating or a prodigy? Was it cheating when he was home schooled by Hannah? Was it cheating when all his Mother’s friends were cops and the first line of conversation was the goings on at the station. He heard the rumors, only flipping them off.

But… On one of Hannah’s off days dealing with Solomon’s decisions, her mood flipped to almost a crazy hysterical screech.

Solomon? Why the Hell would you go and be under Maier’s command? There are others that are better. I could call… Hannah stammered.

To deal with her outburst he used King Solomon’s quiet wise temperament. Mom, you gave me the choice. I chose the familiar. I respect Jacob. He has always been there. Consider it my basic start. Smartness does not entitle to bulldoze with a badge. I am Solomon Abel, not Beltran, very hard to hide anywhere in the city.

No favoritism! They said in unison.

This isn’t over. This isn’t a game. Why have you gone this route? You had the world. I can’t protect you… Hannah started to cry. She had been holding it in since he turned eighteen. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Because of these tears. Solomon wiped her face with his fingers. Mom, this is our face off. This will be our one and only argument about my choices. Fourteen years ago, you were royally screwed by your fellow officers whom you trusted. Trevor was lost. None of your friends came to save you. Except me. You and I. Always, you and I. I am stepping forward to bring you solace. Your peace of mind and heart. I want my Mommy back. I am going to make a difference on values and the code of trust. I will be the one to make the changes.

Right! Changes? Put you in the grave too? Not in this lifetime. Hannah pointed her finger at him.

Right! Wise! Cautious! King Solomon ruled for forty years. Died a happy man. Here I am.

You can’t fix time. All this was done and I can’t change the events. You are not King Solomon! You are a man! My Son!

A son, who has a perfect Mom. Yes, not a King, that is our joke. Mom… I will make a difference. I promise you. Solomon reached out and hugged her tight. Hannah broke into more uncontrollable tears.

Yes it was time to come forth as Hannah Abel’s Savior.

I AM SOLOMON.

Chapter Six

STUPID TIME!

SOLOMON GONE!

ALEXIS GONE!

HANNAH GETTING DULL, TURNING INTO A WORK-A-HOLIC. VERY FUN!

Alexis had found a man. A very gorgeous man. Got herself married. Got herself a baby on the way. Couldn’t blame her, Hannah told her to get a life. Did she have to take it literally?

Today was Monday, or was it Tuesday? Go clean up her office. Can’t… Have janitorial services for that. Clear up her overload of cases. Can’t… Did that on the Friday before.

Come on Lady in the Mirror, do something silly. Go to the park, sit on a child’s swing. Go for a coffee, close your eyes and drive. Call a friend for a coffee. Can’t… They’re dead.

Fine, go talk to a dead friend and ask for help. Bring flowers to cheer them up! Go!

Hannah had finally admitted to going loony. Talk to ghosts? She lifted her hands up in the air. I SUMMON SOMEBODY TO HELP KICK MY ASS! She started to laugh. She turned around to grab her handbag and rudely stubbed her toe.

I said ass, not step on my toe.

‘Maybe both would help!’

Now, I’m hearing things! Who’s calling? Who have I summoned?

‘Lorraine, Stupid! Forgot me? God, you look pathetic. Like your hair, suits you. When did you cut it?’

Fourteen years… A long time ago. Don’t remember. Hannah counted fingers.

‘You are crazy. Why wouldn’t we not talk for that long? You and your humor.’

I am crazy. Hearing voices. You aren’t real!

‘Sure I am.’ Hannah felt a gust of air and a light push. ‘You summoned me.’

Lorraine, you are gone. We lost you on a stupid case.

‘You lie. Prove it.’

Come with me. Follow or float. Whatever. Talking to ghosts? Now she had to go and visit a gravestone in person. Got to make a stop. You won’t mind? My split personality said to bring flowers. Was told to go before you popped in.

‘No answer? See I am crazy.’ Hannah bought a bouquet of fall leaves and matching bronzy colored flowers. Hannah walked down the aisles to find Lorraine. Not polite to walk on someone’s grave. Sick humor. Why the pings? Acute insanity setting in.

Hannah set flowers down on the neighbor stones. Hello Samantha and David. You guys okay? No answer. Half not crazy. And you Miss Lorraine, are driving me back to Burchell’s couch. Hi! Brought you flowers. You liked the fall colors.

‘I am not dead! Why are we here?’ The wind came up in a blustery flurry. Scattered the flowers.

’Cause you never had a chance to say good bye. You’re weird. Didn’t cross paths with the kids? Or is this part of the weird?

‘Kids? Where are my kids?’ Becoming alarmed.

You are a piece of work. God help us! Please? I have lost it. Finally, I’ll get some peace. Hannah started to cry. This is crap! Crying on a tombstone. Talking to a stupid whirlwind. I wish…

‘Be careful what you wish for. Give me the short version.’ Lorraine asked.

‘Talk! Talk! Talk! You two are a sorry sight. Quit scaring poor Hannah, Parsons. She asked for help. Hannah? Seeking help? No computer?’

Kristina? Hell, I need a drink. I’m going home. Hannah got up to leave.

‘Hannah! We don’t care what you think of us. Your imagination has called for help. We are your mirror. Talk!’

Kristina? Just having trouble being alone. I couldn’t stop time. Feeling very lost. Hannah talking to the sky.

Lorraine got in the middle. ‘Where was she? Lost too?’

‘Parsons, will you quit! Can hear you thinking from here. Hannah asked for help. You got caught in the crossover. Didn’t anyone come and get you? We’ll deal with you later.’

‘I guess.’ Lorraine pouted. ‘One more question. Where are my kids?’

‘Samantha took care of David. They are fine.’ Kristina explained.

‘Good, if I am dead, I can just float in on them.’ Lorraine getting excited.

‘Lorraine, they are gone too. How about we take care of Hannah. When that is done, Samantha will come for you. She is a beautiful guide. You would be pleased.’

‘Dead too? Why . . . ?’

‘You are impossible! A real pain, making me dizzy.’ Kristina caused two small whirlwinds to swirl around the stones. Kristina made more of a mess scattering the flowers. ‘So . . . Hannie Girl, what do ya think you need?’

Solomon to stay a little boy. Peace of mind. A new job. A new me. A good swift kick.

‘And . . . Your wish is granted.’

Hannah lost her balance and ended up on her back.

‘Good start.’ Kristina laughed. ‘You need some excitement, not a holiday. You have been on one for too long. Too cautious. A new spark.’ Kristina snapped her fingers. Hannah got an electrical shock like walking on bad carpet.

Kristina, how come you got your shit together? You ended up in a better place? Not in limbo?

‘‘Cause I went out kicking. I almost had him. You did a good job finishing the case.’

Wish I could have done it different.

‘Can’t. You wouldn’t be here. You know, the time line? What if? You need some magic. Like . . . A set of Dorothy’s red shoes. And . . . Let it be so!’ Kristina clapped her hands three times. The voices in Hannah’s head went away.

Hannah got up from the ground, straightened her clothes and hair. Gathered up all the flowers and put them back in their intended place.

You guys are driving me nuts. If I could get you both arrested I would. Harassment! Hannah threw a pebble at the headstone.

Beating on the dead?

Hannah turned around startled by a third voice. Kristina… ? Who are you… ?

I am… He smiled with a sheepish charm. Checking you out. You were having a very intense conversation with someone, not quite sure where they were. You fall down like a perfect sober drunk. A temper tantrum with a headstone? Are you okay?

I made a wish for someone’s help. I am not sure how I am. I should be okay when I get over being here. Chalk it up to a temporary loss of sanity.

Sounds complicated. Do you have a name or is this meeting an aberration… He held his hands up as if she would disappear.

Hannah squinted. Not sure what she was. ‘Nope, didn’t have Dorothy’s red shoes on her feet. Not in Kansas. Where did Kristina come from? And Lorraine, she was completely in the dark.’

Hannah Hend… Abel…

Not sure? Confused? Lost? It’s okay, not sure who I am either. Miss Hannah, I am Donald. On a good day, I am not sure who I am. He offered his hand. Warm and strong.

You aren’t dead? I thought a second joke… Never mind. I’m going, very soon, right now. Thank you. Good day. Babbling, broken record.

Hannah left almost on the run. Good thing you guys are dead! Who else you going to bring out over the hill, besides Abraham, Martin, John and Robert? I want my wish revoked.

Donald watched her disappear. Odd. Who wouldn’t be talking to ghosts? I wish I knew who I was talking about. I am Donald. Who am I?

Donald went in the other direction.

Chapter Seven

She was smitten at first sight. Murphy’s law: Give up on the search for the illusive Mr. Right. Magic! Cupid’s Arrow finds her.

She had tried before, of course, not to be. They were in love with the Fairy Tale Princess who lived in the tower. The Princess loved not either one. She pretended to be the Damsel in distress to be rescued time after time.

I don’t need rescuing. Why can’t they see me? I am here… Hello?

She didn’t care about her biological clock. Too much work. Loss of a perfect routine for a job position she had given her heart and soul to.

Money wasn’t the issue. All the Parents were gone. Jaeles somewhere, wherever! All monies and properties divided between two last survivors of the Kiernan family.

Rich. Very rich. Could probably spend it all if she went on a huge manic depressive shopping spree. Not her style.

Be wise. Invest… Invest… Invest… She went shopping for the right company to yield the highest returns. An investor? Silent partner? Board of directors? The world… ?

Cupid was at his best and helped with directions. Ashbourne Investments. Established. Good potential. And magic… They walked into each others’ lives.

***

Miss Baxter, this is a large sum of money. Investing under one umbrella would be a very high risk. You would lose before you would gain.

Mr. Ashbourne, I did my homework. You are selling yourself short. I want a portfolio created for a multi investment. Not all my eggs in one basket. Perhaps, I have not made myself clear. I want your company to take the entire amount and diversify. You have the reputation to take and do my business under one roof. I do not have the time to do appointments. I did my research first. Unless… You are declining?

No. I did not say that. This is an unorthodox approach to invest. This amount of money will offset my other investors.

Business, yes. Hesitation, yes. She could hear a huge ‘BUT…’ She didn’t want to leave. Wanted to stay. Her heart was floating on cloud nine with this gorgeous man sitting across the desk.

‘Please . . . Please . . . Tell me something. Make me stay. I can’t leave. Not now.’ She almost prayed. ‘Come on Woman, think!’ She started to hiss. ‘What would a fancy executive pull off for strategy . . . ? Yes . . . Perfect!’ Janelle smiled. The answer.

Shares in your company. Me as a financier. A board member. I won’t upset your apple cart with an enormous cash-cow. You take my portfolio to balance you and I. Are you what or where you want to be in these four walls? A bigger parking lot?

She had him thinking. She pushed her dollar to stay in his life. Not bribery, she offered the slick grease to fix the clogs in the wheels. He could improve the standard of his firm.

Miss Baxter, you can not buy a seat. Again, unorthodox. You will be causing a power struggle.

A silent partner. Babblings? Begging? Sit in on the quarterlies for up-dates. A hands-on observer. By invitation only. A permanent seat at a later date? Or call your board and present my proposal. Deep down, Mr. Ashbourne, can’t you use half a mil… ?

And if I refuse, you will order, ‘Court adjourned’?

Perhaps. Consider this a compromise for a good business proposition. Janelle got up and made a polite exit.

Good day, Miss Judge Baxter.

He smiled. Demanding. Shrewd. Money. Good business. Donald Ashbourne could make the compromises without the power tripping. Good decision.

Chapter Eight

The next year passed slowly, almost crawling. Janelle became a legitimate board member. Donald Ashbourne made the changes to bring Janelle Baxter on board.

This was his company. No amount of money was going to change that. No amount of money was going to create an inner power struggle. Janelle Baxter could keep track of her investment and still hold a significant seat outside her normal work domain.

All were pleased.

The second year passed. Janelle’s dream man was there but not in her reach. Was he gay or something? Always alone. Always totally business. Was he blind? She tried everything. Office visits. Mundane investment questions. Followed him to social events. Dinner engagements. Charities. All the pleasantries, he still didn’t see her.

I guess it is time for me to be the aggressor. It works with the right charm. She walked into the office to see him in person.

Miss Harden, is Mr. Ashbourne in? I hate to barge in.

He is on the phone, overseas appointments. This is not an acceptable time to call.

Five minutes. Please. Pick up your phone and ask.

Yes, Miss Baxter. I will ask in person. His phone light is on. He is on the phone. Teila Harden pointed to the blinking light.

Teila wanted to tell her to take a long hike. She was embarrassing herself. She was better than that to lower herself to a silly teenager’s crush or whatever she was trying to do.

Excuse me, Mr. Ashbourne. Miss Baxter to see you. She wanted to say more, naw, Donald Ashbourne was a big boy.

Donald Ashbourne finished his call. Janelle Baxter on his doorstep. AGAIN.

Donald, sorry, I should have called. No business emergencies today. I received an invite to a charity dinner this evening. I need an escort, would you come? I need to R.S.V.P. to how many. I am a registered donator, must be present. It would be nice to have company. Say yes, come!

How to say no politely and still be a Gentleman? He would have to decline. He had put off the inevitable, he had to face her. Time to deal.

Janelle, you haven’t given me enough notice. I have a dinner at home for a new client. LIE… LIE… LIE… Could I do pennants and write a bad check?

Janelle was turning a shade of red not in the color charts. No embarrassment, a low seething anger.

Money helps. This dinner is to find a cause and effect. A voice to fix the problem. I needed an escort. It is rude to go stag.

I apologize. I made this appointment months ago. I can not cancel. You are driving a hard bargain dishing out the guilt.

Guilty? I like that. You owe me a rain check. Good bye.

Janelle, could you ask Miss Harden to return. I have a file she needs to assist me with. Thank you. I am sincerely sorry for the decline.

LIE… LIE… LIE…

Sir?

Please sit, Teila. Sorry, Miss Harden.

Teila will do. He needed a favor. A big One. Teila to save the day or his ass…

Please phone Annie. Need damage control. Invite guests over for dinner. Anyone or how many. Cook or order a catering service. Tell the guests to come in limos. I will pick up the tab.

She crossed the line, didn’t she? She asked you out on a date? I know you didn’t. I know you would never… ever…

Yes, she did. I always kept us on a business level. I saw the signs but stepped aside, never to suggest or insinuate. Failed big time.

She is stalking you. Did you see those signs? You are going to see her get worse. Did you promise her something in return for bowing out?

I apologized. Agreed she dished out royal guilt. I offered a check for a charity. Is that commitment?

No. I have a suggestion… Will you listen? Teila dragged out the words. Time to tell the Boss what to do.

Suggest away!

Mrs. Ashbourne helps out behind the scenes. Your hidden right hand. Call a board meeting. Bring her. Formally introduce her as a new member taking a stronger position in the company. Ruse? I know what she does, and she doesn’t just bake cookies. Time to bring your personal life out in the open. You have to separate business and pleasure. Time to tell Annie the problem. Janelle Baxter is not going to go away.

That simple?

Yes. I will send out the pretty memos. I will ask Mrs. Ashbourne to fix your dinner and details.

You are wise, Miss Harden. Thank you.

You are welcome, Mr. Ashbourne.

All was saved for this day.

***

The meeting was set. Teila wrote the memos. She made one last confirmation with Donald Ashbourne, all was going to be fast and simple.

Had Teila been reading his mind? Yes, to call a board meeting, but not for this purpose. He was on a new threshold to expanding into the European market. He had literally been burning up the phone lines. He had new clients and portfolios set in motion. All parties only had to agree.

Sorry for the short notice. I am pleased everyone could attend…

Donald had gone through his impromptu dinner. Annie was pleased with chance to play hostess. She shipped out the children to her neighbor. He had a believable explanation for questions on the success of his business meeting. Excellent!

Annie, I thought it was on over-inflated effort to be friendly. Do business. Sometimes you become friends when you do large business investments. Janelle Baxter instigated this, not me. I need you to put everyone in their place. I will owe you.

Yes, You will. Annie understood. Fatal Attraction on her doorstep. Time to put the ‘Other Woman’ in her place.

***

Donald almost had the board members seated by place cards. Annie at the end seat, beside him. Janelle at the far end, by herself. Everyone scattered between. All chairs filled, no way to usurp another’s chair to get close.

I have moved up the dates for a major acquisition. Within six months, we will be sending personnel to center points to secure office or building premises. I have put together specs. Any extra input, we need within thirty days.

A small round of applause.

Okay, with all the changes, your jobs are secure. I do have one major announcement. The work load will unquestionably increase. I have asked Annie to help with a section of the investment files. An advisor, plus analyze if the income percentage can be increased. More dividends. If you have not met my wife, Annie Ashbourne, please say hello. She doesn’t bite.

Most had… Some not… One definitely NOT! Donald left. Not a coward, fixing past and future misunderstandings. Donald watched Janelle walk over to speak to Annie. As if she hadn’t heard the introductions, Janelle walked over to Annie. Who are you?

Excuse me?

Who are you? She repeated.

Annie Ashbourne. Mrs… . Donald Ashbourne. And… WHO ARE YOU? Question. Explanation.

Judge Janelle Baxter. Where do you come from?

Me? I’ve always been here. And you… Your title means nothing to me. You are a board member, an investor. From the files, a very hefty investor.

Why didn’t he say something to me?

To you? Our lives are private. Once he leaves that front door, business is over. Family takes over. He does not owe anyone an accounting. UNLESS… they feel they have been screwed. Annie wasn’t backing down. This Woman in front of her, was assuming Donald Ashbourne was for the taking. No holds-barred.

I see. Janelle wanted to spit in her face. Donald married this little snip. IF, Donald is your husband, you should keep a tighter leash on him. A ring in his nose or a ring on his hand would have been a better observation. He never told me he was married. Set out the vibes he was interested. Not a fast mover. He was starting to shed his shyness. What did you do, pussy-whip him? He doesn’t want me now.

I would hope so. He is my husband. There are rules about such things. Wrong word. Laws. Marriage. Husband and wife.

I am offended. I want Donald to talk to me.

Annie didn’t care who did or said what. All had come full circle to do a face off. All in their proper place. She knew her marriage. She knew her husband. Neither was backing down. Janelle left Annie Ashbourne standing alone.

Donald, time to talk.

Janelle, close the door. Do not start a spectacle in my office. Calm? Sit.

Who the HELL is Annie? Why am I told today? I thought…

You are mistaken. You misunderstood politeness and courtesies. We have a business relationship. I have never been inappropriate. I do not do touchy-feely with anyone. Man or woman, I have professional rules. I am flattered. I do not have feelings for you.

I am offended. This is not over.

Today, it is. Good day, Janelle.

Janelle left. Donald went back to the meeting. Nodded to Annie and Teila all was quiet. His next decision, all private meetings with Janelle or any female clients were to stop.

Janelle Baxter. Judge. Too high a profile to start a sexual harassment suit against her. She wouldn’t pull her investment, it would be financial suicide. This was a day of facing his conscience. He had made a mistake taking her on as a heavy hitting investor. Perhaps the pouting mood would pass? He would wait out the time. ‘Would there be an after shock? The bigger question. Wait and see.’

Janelle went home in a royal tizzy. Slammed the front door. Turned on all the lights. Shed a light on the day.

‘DONALD ASHBOURNE, YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS HUMILIATION!’

Chapter Nine

Janelle never returned to Ashbourne’s office for any business dealings. Inquiries by phone or by letter was her new style of rudeness. Inquiries, she dispatched a courier for anything major. She was a board member, plus, a very substantial portfolio to give her weight. She couldn’t be fired or ousted because of a word spat.

‘Time for pay back. By the time I finish with you, you won’t know what hit you.’ Janelle sneered.

‘Donald is blinded by that Bitch-Bimbo hanging on his sleeve. I’ll give him a bit more time. Apologize. Smile sweetly, ‘No hard feelings? Truce?’ Back in his good books. He loves me, doesn’t know it yet. He’s shy, that’s all.’ She was getting giddy.

‘I want Donald Ashbourne in my life. You get rid of the millstone and he will think more clearly. Time, that’s all he needs.’

Janelle decided. Staying angry wasn’t getting her anywhere. Stay positive. Go out and fix things. Donald would thank her later.

She looked at the calendar. Date and time. Donald did his routine by the clock. He was so perfect, he was never rushed or fussed over anything. Janelle was going to follow his example. Yes, fix this calmly. No more upset.

She was a Judge. With all her experience on the bench she saw the elite come and go. Return visits with a guilt or not guilt verdict. The gray areas of a charge was thrown out of court. Someone’s time was wasted but not hers to see a familiar face come to visit her frequently. Needed or not she began a little black book to keep track of their goods and services. She could keep track of who was connected to who and how they used each other for their own comfort. Nice.

She was a Judge and she was jilted. She looked through her little tell-tale book to see if she could find a service to help mend her broken heart. And… One phone call later she had a hired handyman to meet her at the house.

It had occurred to her, Annie would possibly not react calmly to her uninvited visit. And her thought on that note? ‘HELL! So sad! Too Damn Bad! It’s for her own good. I have to tell her, she didn’t win the toss for Donald. Simple.’

Work to finish one deal it was the hour to make the second call.

Ashbourne Investments. May I help you?

Miss Harden, Janelle Baxter calling. I would like to make an appointment with Mr. Ashbourne. The best I can do is, Friday, about five. I would like to add more money to my investment portfolio. I require advice on share holdings for two new companies on the market. Can you pencil me in? Janelle all business.

Yes, Miss Baxter. His last opening for the day. Allow one hour? He has a dinner meeting at six thirty. We can schedule a second appointment after the weekend.

You are always one step ahead of what I need. Thank you.

Teila said good bye. So polite, she felt sick. Give Baxter credit, she phoned instead of door crashing. Yes, always one step ahead, had to be. Time to prepare for the meeting. Teila would stay to baby sit or was it refereeing?

Chapter Ten

FRIDAY.

The day flew. No walls. No hassles. A nice easy ride. Lots of guilty people. Clean up and get rid of them.

And… That was exactly what Janelle was going to do.

FOUR THIRTY. She was driving down the road.

FOUR FORTY FIVE. Teila was pouring Donald a cup of coffee, courage to face Janelle Baxter.

FIVE TEN. No show.

Teila, did she phone to cancel? Or you think she is arguing with traffic?

Traffic… Has she ever phoned you privately? Come by or tripped over you on the street?

Not for months. No since… She never came back. Used a paper trail to connect with the office. Never showed for board meetings. Would she have blown a final gasket in the between? Calmed down, only to try a second round? Yes? No?

She was half stalking you. Perhaps it is time to slowly refuse her investments. Find a way to send her packing or buy her out.

Sorry, that would break me and the company. I did not make any mistakes with her investments. I made a mistake taking more than a million dollars and putting in a portfolio.

Honesty on the table. Do you think… IF… You were jilted you would take and swallow it? Teila continued. Or… Get even down the road. Where’s your wife, Mr. Ashbourne? You have a legitimate dinner, is she going too?

Yes, she is meeting me there after she drops the girls at the neighbors.

Where is she now?

She would be leaving… Oh God… He dialed.

Hello?

Annie… Where are you? Annie… Are you okay… ? Safe… ? The kids?

Donald, I am fine. I did errands. I am pulling into the drive. Have to change, will meet you. Under control, Mr. Ashbourne.

Good. See you soon.

Always. Dead air.

Annie… You still there… ?

We have company waiting for us. Did you forget to… That Baxter Woman is here. What is going on?

Don’t know, Annie. I’m on the way home now. Go in the house, through the garage. Lock and set all the alarms. Please. He started to swear, wasn’t polite, he shut his mouth.

Teila. I have to go home. Phone to say I will be late for dinner. Lock up. Go home. Thank you.

A problem?

Baxter is at my house. I have to deal with her. For the first time, I don’t care if she is a fancy Judge. She has crossed the line showing up at my house. Donald Ashbourne left, he didn’t look back.

***

Don’t know. Don’t care. Why are you here, Judge Baxter? You were not been invited. Annie had opened the car window to demand a reason for her presence.

Came to talk like grownups.

Annie hit the garage door remote. Janelle had the door blocked with her body. She wanted to talk. Annie was simply going to drive over her if she had to.

Janelle backed up. ‘This was better. Invited in the side door.’ She was inside.

Baxter, why don’t you go home with your tail between your legs. Only a Devil Bitch would be so rude to come here. Don’t you listen? Donald doesn’t want a whore. Leave! We can ignore the smell of you in heat.

He loves me. I am special. Not a house maid. You are a mousey twit, a nothing.

Really…

Mommy? Can we go inside? I gotta go baff’rum, Mommy.

Me too. Two little voices breaking the cat screeching.

Janelle’s eyes opened wide. Witch for a wife… plus two hobbits?

That is rich. Is that why I am the ‘WIFE’? And you are the Devil’s Whore in red? Annie pointed her finger at Janelle’s outfit. A blazer, dress slacks, a silk blouse all in a crimson red.

Mommy…

Janelle covered her ears. She wanted to scream. This Woman was not leaving. Wasn’t shriveling in a ball. She was not yielding or caving in. If Janelle was the Devil, she felt and was seeing red. Lots of red.

From a deafening silence… To the sound of three gun shots echoing in her ears. Bouncing off the walls. Ping. Ping. Zing. Zing. Glass popping the windows and a thick pool of more red seeping into the car seats.

Better! Finally, silence from her yapping crap!

A vehicle coming? A horn? What… ?

Annie… ? ANNIE?

Donald, you’re home. You are late. I was worried. I made plans for us. Come in. I’ll get us a drink…

What have you done? My Annie… You killed her? My children?

Donald, please. Calm. I’ll fix everything. Not to worry. Will get them out of sight. Forget about them. A waste of time.

You are not my Annie. I am calling the police. You will pay for this. You are crazy! Absolutely gone. Nuts! He pulled out his cell.

No, you are not. We are going to be together. She grabbed his arm, like a last effort for her lifeline, before dying in an ugly darkness.

No. Shut up. Get out. He pushed her.

Mr. Kruger. I need your help.

Yes. He stood in the back doorway. Six foot five. Built like a wrestler. All meat, not flab. He did not arrive to be sociable.

Mr. Ashbourne is not being a good boy. Fix his attitude. Make him listen to reason or not. You decide. Leave his sorry hide in a back alley with all the garbage. I deserve better than his insults. Everyone can go to Hell!

Donald Ashbourne hit the floor with a hard blow from Kruger’s left fist. His foot snapped a few ribs. One broken nose, blood spurting from a gash on his tongue from biting down.

Alive? Janelle had watched mesmerized, more than she hoped for. This was beautiful.

Barely. Dumping him in an alley will cure that.

Thank you. I need you do one more thing for me. Get rid of the two brats. Bury them in the backyard. And Annie… shove her in a cubby hole somewhere. I will do the rest.

I can do that.

Have I paid you sufficiently for four bodies? I only calculated one.

More than enough. You added extra amusement, it was worth the money. We are done. We never met. He half saluted.

He worked. Janelle disappeared into the house. Three hours later, from both party’s. Nice and tidy.

STAGE TWO.

Janelle did an aerobics dance. Flapped her arms to draw a sweat. Jumped up and down to lose and try to catch her breath.

Actress. Theatrics. She dialed. Jacob! Jacob… ! Help! It’s Janelle. I’m in trouble. Sort of. Help me.

Hey! It’s okay! I’ll help. Slow down, can’t help with you losing your grip.

Had an appointment with a business associate. Dead. They’re dead. No… Donald’s not here. Help, Jacob. She fired off the address. Made static noises in her phone to question a disconnect.

Janelle… I’m coming… He took his own vehicle. Would call for backup later. Did he hear her right? Misunderstood? Job stress on a full moon? Jacob owed her a few favors. He would come when she summoned.

Where is this place? In the boon docks? In another state. The fifty-second state? Yeah!

He found Janelle huddled on the front step. Scared out of her mind from something.

Janelle? He touched her gently. What happened here? Why the panic?

Her face was puffed up from crying. Half a blank stare from witnessing a ghost or something. ‘Oh yes, realistic. If only Jacob knew the truth. She had hit herself in the face to cause puffiness. No bruises. Enough slaps to show swelling.’

I came to speak to Donald Ashbourne about business. He’s gone. Blood all over the car. No one here. Could he have or… something else bad? She pointed to the garage.

Stay here, Janelle. I’ll take care of this. He put her face in his hands. Comfort. Eye contact. Had to make her focus and not go ballistic left alone.

Holy Hell! Massacre in Family Ville. This is bad. Planned. In and out. He walked back to Janelle. Do you know if he has any family? This could be a murder. Where are the bodies? Did you go in the house?

This is all I found. Donald Ashbourne. Wife, Annie. Two small daughters. Oh my… all the blood? Where is everyone? I don’t know anything else. She started to cry again.

Janelle, we need backup. I am phoning for a team to investigate this. I need you to think of details. Pretend to be the Detective. Think.

No. No. You can’t call. Me. My name. It’ll look bad. I know the family. Donald gone. Please Jacob, we gotta do this quiet. Different. Okay? Right?

This is a crime scene and murder Janelle. We have to investigate.

Janelle was becoming hysterical. A witness. Repercussions. Wrong place. Wrong tine. She would be the first and prime suspect. A Judge. Top of the gossip tabloids.

No. Listen. We do this secretly. I’ll call a few of my friends. I’ll look at the scene closer. I will look for foul play. But you have to help me after. Because, once I really open this up, it isn’t going to be pretty. There is no way I can explain why I would be way out here on a joy ride. I promise I will do this the long way.

She held onto his sleeve. Desperate. A small way to handle things.

Find Donald Asbhourne. Where is he? He’s gotta be found and told his family is missing. Unless? He did this. I don’t need this shit.

‘Crap! On his watch. Damn, should have called backup. A waste of time before details? Should have done it. Gotta pull a rabbit out of a hat.’

Okay I will fix this. We will talk tomorrow. I guess it’s time to pull your name position. I need a report from you, okay? Promise me a letter of the details.

And he had done it. Covered up a murder. Only a car with lots of blood. No bodies. To be fixed tomorrow or on a rainy day. A Police Captain. A Supreme Court Judge.

GOD HELP US! He whispered. He failed to count his Rookie mistakes… He left her on Donald’s Ashbourne’s doorstep. And… With all that was decided, Jacob Maier never checked the house for any clues.

***

All quiet. Janelle shook off the theatrical acting and straightened her back to do more business.

Mr. Kruger, you can come out of the shadows. Please finish your work. You are paid. It is not much, but I have three hundred dollars I stashed in my purse. Rainy day money. Take it. Good night.

Oh… I forgot. Get rid of the car. Other than the blood, a final clean up. Something.

He nodded. No more words.

***

MORNING.

Janelle fixed everything. She should have checked to see if Donald was really dead or alive. She would have to deal with Kruger a second time. It was not in their agreement. Answer, she would wait for the fallout.

She borrowed a favor from an associate to make an anonymous phone call.

‘Mr. Ashbourne was called by an investor, to come in person to do consulting. You know how some people work? They can not do business during normal hours. Have to push and needle until you sit in a side room and push papers and ideas. The hour was late for his departure to call in person. He will gone two days. Will phone with details. Thank you.’

Janelle’s fairy tale dream had not come true. She planned fast and simple. Cleaned things up. She put Jacob just where she wanted him. Few players according to the Detective rules.

***

A jilted woman. A woman who decided to get even with an ugly twist. A day later she was brought back to reality with a phone call to come to the hospital to help an almost dead Donald Ashbourne. His business card was found in his wallet.

Janelle could not get past her dilemma of Donald Ashbourne being alive. Called by the hospital as an emergency next of kin? Her of all people? Now he was being thoughtful? Asshole… She did not think past her sweet revenge from eliminating all in her way. Donald Ashbourne was collateral damage to insulting her and breaking her heart.

Amnesia? Maybe all would be right if he was left with a permanent black hole to look into. Now… She had to clean up a second mess. Cover her tracks by watching from a distance. To play innocent she would hire a Private Detective to see if she had truly covered her tracks in disposing of Donald Ashbourne despite his amnesia. A favor, Hannah Abel-Hendrix would surely rise to the occasion to figure out the chain of events. A double spy job. Hannah could watch Donald and at the same time, Janelle could make sure his memory never returned. Watch Hannah investigate and control the results to keep all a secret.

Hannah and her cold shoulder. After all these years she continued to have a chip on her shoulder, thinking Janelle Baxter had betrayed her with the lack of information and thus bringing the death of Trevor Hendrix. Not her fault, she did not pull the trigger. The blame was still lingering in the background after how many years. Was this an atonement or control? Two odd words, Janelle needed someone to keep her secret buried in a man’s amnesic mind. A case like this would be an amusement instead of a case to be actually solved. A case closed, to her pleasure.

Perhaps another fairy tale would come to her because she had killed her Prince Charming.

Chapter Eleven

Hannah went home. Dropped clothes, keys and purse rudely at the door.

I should break that stupid mirror. I have diagnosed myself and I am genuinely certified. Now I can fire Burchell once and for all. I asked for help, not directions to the loony house! Hannah yelled through the house.

Mom? Who are you talking to?

Me, Myself and I. I went on a Vision Quest and got zip. Talked to dead people, felt crazier than when I started.

Don’t knock honest soul searching. Gets scary. Scary won’t look so bad after you have opened doors. You know… One… Two… Three…

I don’t have to choose one?

Nope. Like a past, present and future. Then you choose the direction.

I still have to think? Crap! How did you do at work? I see you are in one piece.

Rookie. I hadn’t been in the squad car forty minutes before the ultimate slip. ‘You are an Abel. So… Rookie Kid… No special treatment.’ Solomon smiled at the conversation. Let’s see what came next? Oh yeah, clear as a bell… ‘Sit down. Wait. Say hello. Don’t speak. Speak. Are you sure?’ Questions up my Ying-Yang. And today you would have been proud if you were watching from the back seat, I told him unceremoniously to shut up when I quoted ten rules to his waits and what ifs. Got him to catch his second wind to listen. I wasn’t really polite, but for a small moment he listened. This round, Solomon burst into laughter.

Should have hit him. Gives you ground. Rules. Always the rules. Give it time.

We should celebrate. I have no extra holes to bring home. No gifts. See, I am still in one piece. Yee with so little faith.

Cockiness equals a bullet.

It don’t. Cockiness is stupidity. I am wise…

Like… King Solomon… In unison. Where are we going, Sir?

Nicer than what you got on. I’ll phone. We both change. Solomon gave her the royal treatment.

Between the years, he had bought a calendar. For each successful day, he put a gold star in a square. One day soon he would give her his collection. Each day was a gift. He was finding her the solace she needed. Trust.

***

Days went by. No more silly voices. She had spassed for a moment. A freak-out. She enjoyed the quiet, almost like a holiday. No work. General routine. Nice. She could make phone calls to confirm all was in order.

MONDAY. First of the week for something. Hannah showered and dressed. Looked in the mirror to comb her hair. I wish, on some days, I had long hair. I miss putting it in a nice even, long braid. I used to be able to do it blindfolded. Hannah shrugged.

‘Be careful what you wish for.’ Hannah heard a knock on her bathroom door.

Where the Hell are you? Go away! I had a lapse in sanity! Jokes over! Hannah clapped her hands like a magician.

‘Hannah, you asked for help. I am not going away until you get it.’

I’m fine. Go away.

‘You aren’t. You are almost as dead as I am. That’s today. Have you thought past the day Solomon leaves the nest? His own place or gets married?’

Naw, he’s staying here always. He’s my baby.

‘You are a piece of work. You aren’t going to help make this easy. Fine! You hold on Woman, ’cause you are in for a wild ride.’ Kristina snapped her fingers. The lights flickered.

Stupid mirror. I should break you. Hannah shook her fist at it. She hit the light switch. Shut the door to make a point. She left whoever in the dark.

I’m going out. Hannah grabbed her coat. Handbag. Where are my keys? More crap! Coat pocket, Dummy! She shook the keys. Tinkle. Like ringing a bell. The sound of the doorbell chimed back.

Hello?

Hannah? Janelle. Got a minute? Need your help.

Not really. She thought, as she hit the door buzzer to let her in. Hannah held her breath and counted to ten.

Janelle, you should have called. I am going out.

You screen my calls. Can’t keep tabs on how you are.

I am fine. Hannah felt like spitting a stream of sarcasm. A total waste of breath. What do you want?

I have a friend who needs help. He was found a few months ago dumped in an alley. Badly beaten. Came out okay, minus his memory. He was left with his clothes on, his wallet strewn all over. He had my business card tucked in a corner. I am here to ask for help.

He had been standing in the background watching the cat fight. Hissing over whatever, he didn’t know.

You should have phoned Judge, you assumed she would help.

Donald, she needs a challenge. You won’t be boring to take care of. I am not assuming, this is a transaction for services needed. Starchy polite. This much he did catch. But he really liked the cat scratching, screeching bickering first.

"This is my friend, Donald Ashbourne.