Books 7-9: The New Rulebook & Pete Zendel Christian Fiction Series: Love Christian Fiction, #3

By Joy Ohagwu

Books 7-9: The New Rulebook & Pete Zendel Christian Suspense collection.

 

BOOK 7: FREEDOM

Detective Mike Argan, an expert pilot serving with the Silver Stone Police Department (SSPD), loved the skies. His job as a police tactical pilot meant he faced deadly situations on a regular basis and was competent to handle them. Captain Robert Towers frequently trusted him with his life during active missions, and he'd never let the man down. But when an unknown enemy unearths secrets from Mike's past and uses them as leverage, it threatens not only his beloved career, but also the future Presidential prospects of those people he held dear.


BOOK 8: REST

CEO Ruby Towers and her husband, former Captain Robert Towers, had come a long way from their days growing up at the orphanage. They could hardly believe where their lives had landed. Ruby owned a multinational delivery corporation, and Robert was, well, a very powerful man. Now far from their humble beginnings as orphans, it seemed the good Lord had more surprises packaged into their future than they ever dreamed. Will the weariness pull them down? Or will they see the present maze of their lives through eyes of gratitude and rest in the beauty of God's purpose?


BOOK 9: SUNSHINE

Ritz Towers is in college, all grown up and seen by many as a celebrity. But her down-to-earth upbringing makes her view herself like any other youth—ordinary and ready to impact the world positively. When she travels abroad with a charity for a joint rescue and evangelical mission, and ventured into remote areas, she is shocked to discover how different life could be—and how blessed she was in parentage. Will she ever find out what Jaden is really up to or why he's behaving weirdly around her?

This collection contains books 7-9 of the New Rulebook & Pete Zendel Christian Suspense series. Get your copy of the Books 10-12 Boxed Set after reading . Dive into all 20 books!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Divine Breakthrough Infinity
• Release date: Jul 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781393849971

Joy Ohagwu

By God's grace, USA Today Bestselling Author Joy Ohagwu is an award-winning author of Christian Suspense and Romance & Christian Inspirational Fiction. Named by Book Riot in August 2019 as one of the 17 best Christian Fiction authors, she writes heartwarming stories with a healthy dose of suspense, divine inspiration, and happy endings. She credits Jesus with having turned her life around, averted multiple life derailments for her, and she's grateful to be writing stories that embody grace, hope, love, and second (and multiple) chances. She earned a Masters' degree in International Affairs, a Bachelors' degree in Political Science and has been honored with fourteen individual academic awards for excellence by her alma mater and her peers. She lives in the Washington DC capital region.

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The New Rulebook & Pete Zendel Christian Suspense Series (Books 7-9)

The New Rulebook & Pete Zendel Christian Suspense Series (Books 7-9)

Joy Ohagwu

Divine Breakthrough Infinity

Contents

A CONTEMPORARY CHRISTIAN ROMANTIC SUSPENSE SERIES

I. FREEDOM: THE NEW RULEBOOK & PETE ZENDEL SERIES (BOOK 7)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

REST: The New Rulebook & Pete Zendel Series (Book 8)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

SUNSHINE: The New Rulebook & Pete Zendel Series: BOOK 9

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

A CONTEMPORARY CHRISTIAN ROMANTIC SUSPENSE SERIES

Foundational Scripture

I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life: no one comes to the Father but through Me. JESUS (John 14:6)

Part 1

FREEDOM: THE NEW RULEBOOK & PETE ZENDEL SERIES (BOOK 7)

To JESUS: Who set me free forever

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER : This book and series is a work of fiction and does not endorse or support any political party, affiliation, ideology, or thought. No political parties were mentioned specifically for this reason. Any resemblance to a party, affiliation, or tenet is fictional and purely coincidental. Thank you, relax, and enjoy Freedom :).

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"F or who is God save the Lord? Or Who is a rock besides our God?" - Psalm 18:31

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Mrs. Ruby Towers buttoned up her creamy pink cashmere-woolen coat and gripped the glistening rails of the Boeing 737 staircase, wet from the drizzling rain. The fast-receding evening rainfall still sprinkled cool drops onto her black pointed-toe heels as she took her first step down from the chartered Towers Presidential campaign plane, whose landing was flanked by eager staffers, toward the crowded base. But they weren’t alone.

She blinked several times as cameras yielded flashes of blinding light from the numerous reporters surrounding the base. Several of them leaned on the railing for a better shot of her. Their camera flashes emblazoned her vision with multicolor reflections against the spring twilight.

Today was her first time stepping out fully in public since the campaign started. Maintaining their family’s privacy for as long as she could was her priority, so she’d remained behind the scenes. But eventually, those walls would have to come down for people to see them as they were—genuine and regular, just like everyone else—except they were on the front line of politics now.

Considering the general public’s overwhelming interest in who she was, she wasn’t completely surprised by the number of people who showed up here. But she was here to see only one person. Her dear husband, Captain Robert Towers—the presidential candidate.

Clutching her creamy-white Gucci Sylvie purse in one hand halfway down the steps, and curving a supportive hand beneath her growing belly with the other, she took ginger steps as she climbed down, each descent leading to a new, very public life.

She stylishly lifted her eyes to heaven and prayed. Lord, take over this journey, for me and for Robert. Let Your will be done. Please protect us, in Jesus’ name.

Hello, ma’am, how are you doing today? A swarm of reporters stepped up and rushed toward her as she neared the last couple of steps.

Mrs. Towers, welcome to the campaign trail. How do you feel about your husband’s presidential candidacy? Do you support him? another asked, jutting a microphone near her face.

She glanced over and offered what she hoped was a warm, brilliant smile, pushing stray hair off her face with a slender, leather-gloved hand and tucking it behind her ear. Of course, I do. I support Robert’s candidacy. One hundred percent. That seemed to satisfy his curiosity as he stepped back down to the wet ground.

The campaign’s assistant press secretary, Lizzy Baker—a bold young lady in her early thirties—sprung open a large umbrella over Ruby as she stopped on the last step. Lizzy moved a few steps ahead of Ruby to urge them back as more reporters served up a battery of additional questions until she couldn’t decipher where one started and the other ended. So, as tutored, Ruby smiled and waved to them. She turned to the person who’d first asked her how she was doing, obviously referencing her pregnant status. I’m fine, thank you for asking.

His coat seemed damp, and his teeth chattered as he posed to ask another question on the heel of her answer.

As he shivered a little, her motherly instinct kicked in. Her brows furrowed even as she’d already reached out for a handshake and gripped his hand. Oh yes, he was shivering. He could catch a cold—or already did—all to perform his job at a risk to his health?

No, she couldn’t have that, at least, not for her sake. Compassion washed over her as more cameras flashed to capture the handshake, and his chill fingers encased her warm gloved hands. She frowned as she released his hand and dug through her purse. Where was…? It’s too frigid for you to be out here without gloves, mister, she gently rebuked, not caring who listened.

There they were. Her fingers clutched the spare gloves she typically had in her purse for her husband in case he forgot his. She doubted he’d be without the two she’d packed for him from home earlier, so she could give this set out.

She held the pair out to him. Here. These should keep you warm for a while, and I’d recommend you take care of that sniffling so it doesn’t turn worse.

Surprise lit his face, and after a moment’s delay, he accepted the gloves and slid them on. Thank you very much, ma’am.

After a quick nod, Ruby spotted her driver weaving through the press, and she twisted toward his approach. He reached her just as the rain stopped and Lizzy snapped the umbrella up and away.

Movement in her belly had Ruby rubbing it, releasing held breath as she and Lizzy followed her driver through the human maze. The flight, though comfortable as a flight can be, had left her exhausted and craving rest due to the pregnancy. But at the same time, she was looking forward to reuniting with her husband.

Their daughter, Ritz, was in Silver Stone with a middle-aged female nanny who’d served with them for a while, and Eva kept an eye on Ritz daily in-between her bridal appointments.

So for three days while Ruby and Robert were both away, her family was covered. And as she entered the limousine and they took off toward Robert’s hotel, she appreciated having President Jacobson and his wife, the former First Lady, on hand to stay with Ritz too, who was excited about their visit.

She chuckled and slung her purse into the limousine seat as they rode along, weaving through nighttime Atlanta city traffic. This had become more of a community effort for them. This campaign wasn’t just for or about her and Robert alone. God had raised help for them indeed, and she couldn’t be more grateful to Him.

Her driver rolled down the partition window and met her gaze through the rearview mirror. Sorry I didn’t get there in time to rescue you from the mob.

Oh, he referenced the media she’d met at the base of the descent from the plane. Ruby shrugged. Actually, it wasn’t that bad. They were nice.

He switched on to her favorite radio station and played it from a mobile device through to the limo speakers. Ah, the soothing worship rhythm filled the atmosphere, which she noticed her baby loved too.

The baby grew calm whenever worship music played. It was amazing how babies responded to external noise and music, and she could hardly wait to meet her child. She smiled, slid lower on the seat, and rested her tense shoulders on the back.

Her driver reached over the partition and handed a file to Lizzy when they halted at a stoplight. Captain Towers had this for you. He said to ask you to meet him at the hotel in the morning at ten a.m. He wants you to read that file tonight to prepare for your scheduled meeting tomorrow. He said he wasn’t comfortable forwarding this online.

Lizzy nodded as she accepted the file. She flipped it open and began skimming the documents. Her degree in Communications, along with her experience serving at the United Nations, made her the perfect candidate. Hiring her for this job had not been a tough choice.

How’s the baby doing, ma’am? her driver asked. So typical of him. He always cared.

Ruby smiled and took a sip of water from her bottle. It’s kicking right now. She smoothed a hand over her belly.

A few ooohs sounded from him and Lizzy.

Lizzy faced toward her. I love babies. I used to babysit when I was in college. It wasn’t much pay, but I loved it.

Ruby patted her arm. And I know that one of these days, by God’s grace, you will meet an amazing guy who will love you. And you’ll both have beautiful babies together.

Amen, Lizzy said and returned her attention to the files. Lizzy’s faith in Christ was another plus. A few moments later, she showed Ruby a photo on her phone that was already making the rounds. They’re talking about your arrival, and news about the gloves you gifted to the reporter has stolen the show. All the networks are discussing it.

Ruby peered at the photo, an image of her handing the reporter the spare gloves. Oh my, Lizzy. My belly looks huge.

Lizzy laughed and nodded. Don’t worry about your belly’s size. This is campaign gold, Mrs. Towers. They love you and your baby. I know you’re a super private person. But this is politics, and you never know which way things might turn, especially if you’re new. I’d say you’ve inadvertently made quite a good start.

I appreciate that, Lizzy, although I was simply caring. And thanks for preparing me. I’m not sure I could’ve handled the situation so gracefully without your help. It pays to have the right people.

Lizzy waved. Oh, you’re a natural at this. Some people just have the right personality to do well, and I believe you and your husband have that. So I’m glad I could help smoothen the journey for you.

Ruby had been a little worried about what they might ask her at first. But clearly, tonight didn’t go badly for her first media contact on behalf of the campaign. Matter of fact, it was a win. She’d been warned that it might be ugly. Thankfully, so far, it went well. Thank You, my Lord Jesus.

They arrived at a small hotel where Lizzy and other staffers were staying and dropped her off. Goodnight, Mrs. Towers. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Ruby smiled. Bright and early. Goodnight, Lizzy.

Now, on to see Robert. Her face melted into a warm smile at the thought of him as the limousine pulled to a stop in front of the hotel a half hour later. She slowly stepped out and entered the hotel through a private entrance.

Chapter 2

Former SSPD Detective Mike Argan stared at the words on his cell phone and blinked against the brilliance of natural daylight wafting into the cockpit through the windshield of the Towers campaign plane. They should’ve lifted off four minutes ago, but he couldn’t move. No. Not with this message mocking him:

I KNOW YOUR SECRET. AND I WILL EXPOSE YOU. The message glared at him.

He sank into his pilot’s seat, grateful to be alone in the cockpit. How could he have managed this if his copilot, Julie, had been seated next to him when the message entered? The gasp that escaped his lungs minutes earlier would no doubt have drawn her attention. And he would rather not explain this to anyone.

His hand grew heavy and dropped on his thigh as he threw his head back and groaned. This couldn’t be real, can it? I mean, no one knows about it except the two boys whom I told those many years ago, and they all swore never to breathe a word to anyone. He knew he hadn’t. But…did the others talk? Or did someone dig it up and find out? He’d hoped the secret would stay buried forever. That he’d never have to cast his eyes back. What was gone was forgotten. He guessed, not so fast.

He lifted his hand and read the words again, achingly slow. Yes, they said what he saw them say the first time. There was no changing it, and the reality sank deeper in his heart. Someone out there knew what he was hiding. And they were about to spill it. So, what could he do before the world heard it? Before it all blew up in his face?

The door squealed open behind, and he jerked, gripping the seat’s handle with trembling hands. Mike, can we make a pit stop in Philly prior to arriving in New York? A buddy of mine teaches at the college there. Ruby and I grew up with him at the orphanage, and he’d really like me to speak to a group of students this afternoon about my candidacy.

Mike slid his cell phone into his pocket, schooled his face, before twisting to face Captain Robert Towers fully. The captain was his erstwhile boss, now a presidential candidate whom he’d gladly quit his police job to continue serving.

But a good number of them had done so, after training replacements at the SSPD to take over their positions. Yes, sir.

He still addressed him the same way as when they were at the SSPD, respecting his seniority and swallowing down his problems momentarily. We can do so. We’ve got fuel and time. All I need to do is to clear this with the airport tower to be sure we can land the plane there. Alternatively, we could land nearby in another city and charter a ride for you to the location. Easy breezy. But the observant captain wasn’t fooled by sweet talk.

Captain Towers’ eyes narrowed, and he released his grip on the cockpit door, shut it behind him, and perched on Julie’s copilot chair. Mike faced forward, but not before seeing the captain push up his sleeves and curl his arms. Are you all right, Mike? You seem…bothered. He waved. Of course, if you’re stressed and this detour puts more pressure on you, I can shelve Philly, so we can get to New York City faster. We don’t need to go there right away. We can reschedule the trip to another time. I’m sure my friend will understand.

Mike said nothing, trying to grasp how to handle the way nothing slipped past the man.

The captain continued after a moment. Mike, I know you don’t rest enough so how about this? You go to a hotel and catch some sleep while we run around town campaigning in New York City. I really need you in top shape and healthy too. I can’t trust these chairs to anyone else’s hands but your expert ones and Julie’s. However, I’d hate to be the reason you get stressed out. I’m sure the other guys, or Julie, wouldn’t mind stepping in for you for a couple of days even. In fact, she asked for an upgrade. This could be the best chance for her to show initiative. You never know when it might become handy.

Mike’s face sharpened. Julie did what? She wanted a pilot’s chair? No, she wouldn’t. She was already a copilot. But then, why not? No one stayed at the same spot forever. Moreover, he’d trained her well at the SSPD. She definitely could do his job well.

He released held breath and gulped down the anxiety clogging his throat. I’m all right, Captain. No need to worry. Matter of fact, I should be able to get some rest tonight. So we can proceed to anywhere you want. He hoped he’d kept his voice level enough. More importantly, he wished his boss would simply drop it. Things were still too raw, and he was trying to wrap his head around what all this meant for him.

But Captain Towers didn’t move. The man knew him long enough to know when something didn’t seem right. So Mike made concerted efforts at assurance with a forced smile and a convincing glance in the captain’s direction. I’m not plunging us into the Hudson River, sir. I’m fine.

He nudged the captain’s elbow. Go. You said Ruby was coming with us, right? I’d like to say hi to her and the bump once we land at Philly. I’m sure she’s looking for you right around now. We’ll get to New York safely, in Jesus’ mighty name. Go, Captain, unless you simply want to watch me pilot the plane, and that gets boring fast.

That did the trick as Captain Towers straightened and twisted the door open. If you say so, Mike. But let me know if you need help, okay?

Mike began working the controls and forced another smile, far from what he felt. Will do, sir. Go strap in, relax, and enjoy the flight. If you see Julie, please let her know I need my copilot in her chair now.

The captain smiled widely as he glanced beyond where Mike could see. I see her chatting with my wife. I’ll be sure to send her your way soon. See you later, man. And thanks again for accepting this job. I know it’s not easy. I’m glad you have my back.

With those words the captain stepped out, shut the door, and Mike settled his head on the control board, heaving out a whoosh of relief. That was close. Clearly, getting through this day without blowing it would be hard. And Julie wasn’t even here yet. Her keen observant eyes rivaled the captain’s and would be tough to deceive.

Mike exhaled, sank into his pilot’s chair, and hung his head. God, please, what do I do? He was used to living a transparent, honest life. This was strange territory. A place of secrecy he’d hoped never to find himself, but here he was embroiled in one. Mike shook his head. He couldn’t bring anyone into this news. No. Even spilling this secret would cost him his job, and likely, his reputation.

What about your relationship with Me, My son? prodded in his mind, and he jerked his head straight. Mike shook his head once more and pressed his lips tightly. No, he wouldn’t go there with God yet. This was too much to handle all at once.

He’d examine the message later when he had some privacy and think of how to move forward from here and trace its source. Maybe he could manage the situation on his own. For now, he had to get his head in the game and do his job—one that had become a pure joy to him. He would get Captain Towers’ campaign team to Philly, to New York, and then figure out who found out his secret, and handle it then. God, please hide my secret. You can’t let it get out, please….

The door creaked open, pulling him from his thoughts.

Julie slid into her chair and gave a jaunty salute as their eyes met. I heard you were looking for me. Let’s do this.

He nodded without saying anything, still trying to curb his emotions.

Mike, are you okay? You look flushed. She stilled halfway to clicking across her seatbelt.

I’m fine. Let’s go. He picked up his headset and clipped it on to avoid further discussion. She got the message and proceeded without another word. This was going to be a long flight. He inhaled sharply, got his mind into focus, and revved up the plane. Within minutes, they were airborne.

Chapter 3

On Monday afternoon, Robert crossed his arms and assessed the man seated in front of him. What made the man choose to come see him at his campaign headquarters office in downtown Silver Stone? Ruby sat in a golden-brown leather love seat on one side of his large office, while their guest occupied the plush middle chair.

You have to move. Pete Zendel, pastor of the Living Faith Bible Church, hired to serve as their IT director for the campaign due to his expertise in the field, coolly met his gaze. You need to get a new place to live. It’s a security step—very necessary or I wouldn’t have made this trip across town.

Robert gave a curt nod to acknowledge him. He’d heard him the first time. You heard the man. He spun to his wife, Ruby, not completely convinced but not doubting the man’s competency either. Honey, what do you think?

Glowing brown eyes met his, even as a tired slant thinned her lips. The mere thought of packing up and moving anywhere with a baby on the way scares me. I mean, we’re safe at our place, Pete. Why should we leave? She craned her neck toward their visitor.

Pete leaned forward, clasping both his hands and settling them on his thighs. He glanced at each of them. You have to give your enemies something.

Robert rubbed his temple. Plain language, Zendel. The man’s mind zapped through facts too quickly.

Give your enemies a target. He spread his hands out, palms raised. Show them somewhere to send their impressions. Give them a home address to ship their mail to—love or hate mail or neither. People need a place to express how they feel about you as a candidate, and you have not given them such a place yet.

He tapped a hand on the large desk, eyes pinned on Robert. If you want to keep where you live secret, permanently—which I’ve never searched about because I respect your privacy—you need to move into a publicly listed address.

The door cracked open, and Charlie stepped inside with a file crooked under his arm, halting their conversation. His gaze traveled across the three faces and paused at Robert as he sank into the seat on the opposite side. I was on my way across town. But I’d chatted with Pete earlier while you were away, and I have something for you. He gave Pete a file, which Pete handed to Robert. Then Charlie continued, If what you’re discussing is what I think you are, then you need to take a look at these properties because, from a security standpoint, the man is right.

Robert groaned. Was Pete ever wrong these days? The man had changed so much from the criminal he’d been, that he was virtually unrecognizable—thanks to his conversion to Christ. Robert took the file from Pete and flipped through it then looked up at Charlie. Is that your expert opinion, Charlie, as well as personal? That we need to move?

Charlie folded his arms and inclined his head. Yes, it is. Based on the explanation Pete provided, it would be best if you did. After discussing this with him, I figured you might need a place sooner rather than later. So I drew up a list of possible options. I did this as a friend. He glanced at both Robert and Ruby.

Robert nodded and smiled. I know and thank you.

Charlie gave Ruby and Robert each a measured gaze, and his brows drew together. You both know how hard we’ve worked to keep your housing a secret. I’d hate to spoil all of our work unnecessarily. But soon, doors are going to get knocked on—talk about Ritz’s school that has your address and such—and pretty soon, people will know or it will seem odd to have an unlisted address on file.

He pointed toward the file on Robert’s desk. So, if you chose a place and you moved in now, then you can change the official address at Ritz’s school and with your doctors and such. Then your permanent home address information should remain secure.

Charlie grinned. Of course, after the election, you would either be moving to the White House or back to your real home. Heaven knows, I need that huge grill at your backyard for those summer barbecues.

A chuckle escaped Robert’s lips. Then he straightened up and redirected the conversation—they’d momentarily forgotten that they had company. Okay, guys. I’m getting sold on the idea, but as Ruby said, we’re not eager to move. However, your reasoning is quite practical and tough to argue with. So, he twisted toward Charlie, for how long would we be living in this, leased place?

He couldn’t get himself to call it home. It wasn’t—not to him and Ruby, and certainly not for Ritz or the coming baby. It was more like a stopover place, if he could call it that. Although he saw reason with both men, he just didn’t like the actual prospect of moving.

Charlie shrugged, stood, and leaned against the white wall. Two years, I figure. Maybe longer if you like. Either way, it won’t matter to the public by then anymore. In that case, he glanced from Ruby back to Robert, what do you say?

Robert forced himself to meet her steady gaze again—was it too much? This whole campaign, at such a time in their lives, was it asking too much of her? If they hadn’t received such clear guidance, he’d consider withdrawing for her. Red, I know this is far from what we need, but the reasoning can’t be argued with. What do you say? Can we do this now?

She rubbed the tension in her neck and adjusted in her seat. Then she met his gaze once more, her eyes resolved despite the telltale wobble to her full lips. Okay. Let’s do it. I hope we can make the indoors resemble our house, even if just a little. I don’t need to start learning afresh where everything is. As it is, I already have mommy brain.

Zendel blinked. Then his eyes lifted in ignorance. Mommy brain?

Charlie waved a hand and stood straight as his lips curved into a smile. My wife tells me it’s something hormonal that causes pregnant women and even new moms to forget stuff temporarily. Although I hear it continues for some after delivery.

Oh. Brow puckered, Pete looked genuinely interested in the subject as Robert spun to Ruby again. Do we have to get the same designer to decorate the new place?

She stretched out her legs, pointing her toes before crossing her ankles. I don’t think so.

Charlie shook his head. Actually, I’d suggest you tone the new place down. Let it look like an average-income home. I know you’re both richer than that. But I also know you were once poor, so stay at the middle expense-wise. This is a transitional home for you. It’s not permanent. Like I’d mentioned earlier, you will either move from there to the White House or go back to your own home. I’m thinking out aloud, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.

It made sense. Robert flipped the file open and felt his brows rise. A bungalow, Charlie? He glanced up at him. I would’ve thought you’d pick something more…elevated, for lack of a better word. At least, a storied building where we could have neighbors. I like having neighbors, and these seem pretty isolated.

Charlie turned up his lip. We’d then have to vet the neighbors, which, by the look of things, we hardly have the time to do. He scratched the stubble along his jawline. Unless you want me and my people to move in next door and be your neighbors. That would work too, and even cut down my travel time significantly. I’d just be a few steps away. They all laughed, including Pete.

Hmmm. I’m not sure why, but that does sound like a good idea, if you’re friends, Pete said. Then he glanced toward Ruby.

She grinned. Yeah, me too. I think I like your idea, Charlie. Let’s do a double-occupancy building. For two years. She glanced toward Robert, who couldn’t help but nod over the direction the conversation was heading—and liking it too.

He pointed toward Charlie, whose eyes had grown wide. Oh yes, I’m in. Let’s do it. It’s all back to you, Charlie.

Charlie gawked like a deer caught in the headlights. Um, you guys know I was joking, right? You’re actually not taking this seriously? His face fell. I mean, I worked hard to find the bungalow.

Robert closed the file, amused at his friend’s crestfallen face. Oh yes, Charlie wasn’t changing anytime soon, and he liked him that way. Great work, Charlie. So find a good house just like these where you and your family would be our neighbors for two years. You can do that, right? I know you’re now the SSPD captain, but as a friend and being partly in charge of our personal welfare, you will do it. Won’t you?

Charlie waved him away. Hey, Robert, stop pushing my buttons. Fine. Let me talk to my wife first. Then, if she likes it, we’ll let you know. Okay?

Great. Robert arched a questioning brow toward Pete, the idea originator. I guess we’re done.

Pete cleared his throat—keenly watching their interaction—and that no longer bothered Robert. His family and Charlie’s were friends, period. Nothing more or less. And it didn’t impact their professionalism. It can be beneficial too if you changed your daughter’s school.

No, the other three adults chorused.

Pete raised a hand. "All right, then. I was simply trying to cross our T’s and dot our I’s. We could work around that by making sure we up her security software. Get Ritz something tagged that ensures her safety. I can work on that if you want."

Like how? Ruby asked, rubbing her well-rounded belly. Robert beamed with pride over how she managed to keep up with her work and now the campaign even at eight months of pregnancy. Ruby was definitely a strong woman.

A security bracelet is what I would suggest. I saw her wearing a charm bracelet at church. We could insert a GPS tag on it. We could also give her a pager to call for help in case of an emergency. But the charm bracelet would give us the perfect cover for the tag. Do you object? Pete placed a hand on his chest. To clarify, I don’t personally handle such, but I can recommend a firm that can do it for you. They’re a competent and transparent firm, and they did mine at Cortexe Corp. years ago. I can also put in a call to let them know you’re coming. That’s the extent of my involvement.

Robert was getting tired of the security aspects, but he was grateful for those thinking through these aspects for them. At least, they offered options his family could explore. Sure, we’ll do the charm bracelet GPS thing, and that should be fine. But we’re not changing her school when she’s wrapping things up already.

Ruby nodded her acknowledgment, pushed off her seat, and rose. I have an online meeting with my business team soon, maybe we can be on our way if we’re done now? Pete? Charlie? Any other matters you want to discuss?

Charlie pinned a hand against his weapons’ belt and checked his watch. Not for me. My lunchtime break is over. I’m returning to work at the SSPD. I’ll be in touch later.

With a deferring tip of his head, Pete rose as well. Nothing more from me.

Robert came around his desk, grabbed Ruby’s purse for her, and shrugged on his suit jacket. Thank you for your suggestions, Pete. We appreciate it.

Pete gave a curt nod, rotated around, and opened the door. My pleasure, sir. I’ll see you next Sunday.

Oh yeah. They’d asked Pete if they could visit his church once more since Ritz had been itching to attend. Robert was surprised Pete had seen the charm bracelet on Ritz’s wrist the first time. The man was a rare talent for Christ. He would ensure to keep him around as long as he could, as long as the Lord allowed. It had taken rearranging his campaign stops to make this meeting happen, but it was a very productive one. He’d simply wait to hear from Charlie and his wife. Thanks for the reminder, Pete. I almost forgot. Yes, we’ll see you on the following Sunday. Take care and let me know if anything comes up.

Pete nodded before he exited. I will.

Chapter 4

One dizzying week was all it took to make the move happen—faster than Ruby could have comprehended. Their team had certainly managed an amazing feat to protect their permanent home. Be careful with that. The movers settled the artwork—the precious gift from Ritz to her parents—and braced it against the living room wall. Ritz breezed through the door carrying some of her stuff in a mobile cart and paused to wipe sweat off her face with her sweatshirt’s sleeve. Mom, I thought we were going to fix the bedrooms first? Or do you want me to take my stuff inside my room?

Ruby glanced toward the three bedrooms, and her shoulders drooped. Sweetie, you can start anywhere. We’ll do this one at a time. No hurry. She edged her bare toes through the plush carpet, knowing, no matter which way she brushed it, she’d never be able to unearth the familiar heart-shaped grape juice stain from when Ritz was three. She pressed her lips tight and shifted her focus. The place was fine and classier than most people could afford. But…it was just that her home was irreplaceable and this wasn’t it. They’d gained so many memories there….

A gentle hand touched her shoulder, drawing her back to the present. Mom? Ritz squinted. Are you all right? You should’ve taken a break.

Ruby smiled. How weirdly comforting to have Ritz now worry about her well-being instead of the other way around. Sweetheart, I’m fine. It’s just…this place doesn’t feel like our home, you know? I feel like I’m in a hotel or something.

Ritz chuckled and leaned against the doorjamb. I know, Mom. But we can choose to enjoy this place, knowing it will lead us to a better destination, God willing. Moreover, hotels that look like this aren’t bad.

Ruby tilted her daughter’s chin, savoring Ritz’s resemblance to both her and Robert etched in her green-encircled brown eyes. And there goes my baby girl all grown up and wise now.

Ritz rewarded her with another chuckle and a flutter of her long lashes.

Ruby waved toward the kitchen, a smaller space than at their main home, and with no raindrop chrome pendant lighting. Let’s go and unwrap the sandwich makings for when the men arrive, shall we? I’m sure your dad and Charlie will be famished when they reach here with their moving trucks and teams of movers. The last thing I want is a group of hungry men plus a teenager pounding down our door.

Don’t leave me out. Jaden isn’t the only teen around here. Ritz laughed heartily and followed her to the kitchen.

There, Ruby almost sunk into the lone stool, but she pressed on and went to the refrigerator to take out the bundle of food they had moved from their main home’s refrigerator.

She unwrapped the packaging and settled some rolls of bread onto a flat plate by the kitchen sink, getting things ready to make sub sandwiches. Then Ritz moved past her, rinsed the plates for the sandwiches, brought out the drinks—soda and lemon-flavored water—and began filling rinsed cups.

Ruby washed the vegetables for the subs while Ritz diced onions and tomatoes, and Ruby added cheese slices to some. Soon, they had enough food to feed those who were coming. They bore several trays to the dining room and arranged them on a makeshift foldable table, spreading a gray tablecloth over it.

Hand to her hip, Ruby stepped back and examined their handiwork. Good enough for now. They could all manage until the furniture was delivered and properly set up—hopefully today.

As though perfectly timed, fifteen minutes later, the scrape of furniture being carried inside met her ears from the doorway.

Careful. Robert’s voice guided them, and then he ducked through the doorway, sweating all over with dampness darkening his long-sleeve tee. The movers pushed a cart bearing the couch through the door, barely missing scraping off paint by a hair’s breadth. Then they positioned the couch into the middle of the living room.

Ruby and Ritz stepped to the side to allow the next group of movers in, and a bustle of activity overtook the house. Double the food quantity she’d made would be just enough. There were more movers than she’d anticipated. The company must’ve sent more personnel to make things go faster. When the last group entered for this round, she shut the door behind them. Then she spun, followed by Ritz, whose hair sprung in curls on her shoulder as she trotted. A mover entered carrying a mobile ladder, but Ritz’s back was turned to him.

With one hand, Ruby held back Ritz from colliding with the man. Soon, more furniture, lamps, desks, beds, and bedding stacked around the room’s corners. She appreciated how the movers were assisting to set up the living room for them even though that wasn’t part of what they’d paid for.

After an hour or so, everyone was exhausted. The movers sunk into the small chairs, some sat on the rug, and others leaned against the wall. Robert came around and kissed her. Then he wiped sweat off his forehead.

The door swung open, and Charlie entered, looking like he’d just gone through a wood shredder, with shards of wood shavings all over him. Charlie! Don’t tell me you carried the couch alone.

Robert pinned a hand to his hip. If you did, that’s not macho, that’s overkill, man. You had movers too.

Ruby was so happy that Charlie’s wife had been excited at the prospect of living next door to them for two years. She wasn’t close to her, but their husbands were, and they liked it.

Charlie ignored their scolding, settled in next to the men who sat on the rug and leaned against the couch, exhaling long. In a few gulps, he downed water from a bottle he’d entered with and set the empty bottle on the ground. You all should’ve told me moving was hard. Now I see why you disliked the idea, Ruby. Ugh. Wait, whose idea was this again? He glanced around. Where’s Pete? He should’ve been here. We could’ve used some more manly help.

Robert drew close and pumped Charlie’s arm. Don’t be a whiner. Pete’s exactly where he should be. Get up and let’s go find something to do.

Charlie groaned. Not a muscle will move again, man. I’m sitting things out for the next half hour as my wife went to buy some curtain hooks. Don’t even try to get me up.

Charlie’s son, Jaden, now fully grown and a little older than Ritz, entered, looking as exhausted as his dad and joined them. Ruby beckoned Ritz, who followed her into the kitchen.

As they rounded to the table, she held out her phone. Ritz, call the pizza place and ask for takeout pizza. Four boxes, along with takeaway disposable plates.

Ritz paused. Why, Mom?

It’s for the movers. I want them to have food to take home. They went the extra mile for us and saved us a lot of work. I saw a small group of four go upstairs to set up our beds in the bedrooms. That’s not part of their contract so I want to reward them.

Sure. Ritz nodded.

"Then grab some of the leftovers from the fridge and help me fix more sandwiches so it