Modern Day Knight

By Shawn Dotson

In the beginning, Steven Stanford had started off like any other normal kid, the desire to have a place he could call his own. In his back yard had grown a massive cottonwood tree, larger than any other tree in the neighborhood. There had been the initial complaints that allowing him to build a tree house would not only be an eyesore, but would also lower property values. After all, kids would use anything for building materials.
Steven was not the average twelve-year-old. His father, Michael Stanford, was the foreman for Diamond Estate Homes. At age seven, during the summer vacations, Steven was more interested in spending his days with his father and the workers than playing ball with his friends. He had been fascinated to see bare ground transformed into a beautiful house.
The love for the craft could be seen now as he and three friends painstakingly coated every finished piece of lumber with a durable water sealer over stained finish. The work completed was nearly all conception of the idea; Steven had shoveled snow and mowed lawns throughout the neighborhood so that he could purchase the materials on his own, from his father and the men on the construction sites. He learned the finer points of framing, fishing, and furnishing it, without the technical details, the multiple levels and handmade arched windows would not have been possible.
As the boys stepped back to admire the final result, Steven took notice of the crowd gathering for the last hour on the street just to the side of his yard. There were parents with kids and cameras. A man and woman from a news van, and Vanessa, the most beautiful girl in his homeroom class this year.
Steven couldnt believe she was actually looking at him! Summoning his courage, he raised his hand and smiled. Expecting her to ignore him as she had done all through school, but instead, she smiled and waved back. Unbelievingly, he quickly glanced over his shoulder at his buddies. They were still admiring the tree house and its decks. It had really been him she had waved to!
Guys! Check it out! Its Vanessa! Steven said, trying not to sound too excited.
Embarrassing him, they ran to the railing and pointed right at her.
Holy shit! Brian said, Her boobs are even bigger!
Like youd know what to do with them! Carl said, giving Brian a shove.
More than you! At least Ive seen boobs, real boobs!
Forcing himself to look away, Steven looked annoyingly at Brian. Your sisters dont count.
Bite me, dill weed! Boobs are boobs.
Steven dismissed his claim with a wave of his hand as he turned toward the lowered gangway stairs. It wasnt worth fighting over. Besides, Loris boobs were nothing new, but Steven would never admit to having taken her for a ride in his goat cart for the chance to feel them.
On the ground, he lost his sight of Vanessa and feared shed be gone by the time he opened the fate through the tall picket fence, but immediately spotted her again just as the reporter and her cameraman intercepted on the sidewalk. When he tried to skirt them. The woman blocked his path.
Hi! Im Linda Gray from channel four news. Is that your tree house?
Yeah, he answered, relieved at seeing Vanessa walking toward him.
Its very impressive. Did you build it all by yourself, or did your dad help you?
My dad helped me with the electricity. Its the law. And y my friends helped too.
Your parents must be very proud. If its all right with your folks, wed like to do a story on it. Would mind giving us a tour?
Filing his thought was the question why Jessica stood smiling broadly just a foot away from him. She was so close that he could smell an intoxicating fragrance coming from her hair. Could a girl smell any better than she did right now?
A hand in the middle of his back sent him stumbling forward causing him to bump into Vanessa.
Geez, are you going to kiss her or stand here all day? Brian asked.
The realization that the chest had pressed toget

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483615806

Shawn Dotson

I've lived in more places then I can count and seen and done things most dream of or fear and in all that wild life I led I come to see family and loved ones blood or not come first I hope you enjoy my work.

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Prologue

In the beginning, Steven Stanford had started off like any other normal kid, the desire to have a place he could call his own. In his back yard had grown a massive cottonwood tree, larger than any other tree in the neighborhood. There had been the initial complaints that allowing him to build a tree house would not only be an eyesore, but would also lower property values. After all, kids would use anything for building materials.

Steven was not the average twelve-year-old. His father, Michael Stanford, was the foreman for Diamond Estate Homes. At age seven, during the summer vacations, Steven was more interested in spending his days with his father and the workers than playing ball with his friends. He had been fascinated to see bare ground transformed into a beautiful house.

The love for the craft could be seen now as he and three friends painstakingly coated every finished piece of lumber with a durable water sealer over stained finish. The work completed was nearly all conception of the idea; Steven had shoveled snow and mowed lawns throughout the neighborhood so that he could purchase the materials on his own, from his father and the men on the construction sites. He learned the finer points of framing, fishing, and furnishing it, without the technical details, the multiple levels and handmade arched windows would not have been possible.

As the boys stepped back to admire the final result, Steven took notice of the crowd gathering for the last hour on the street just to the side of his yard. There were parents with kids and cameras. A man and woman from a news van, and Vanessa, the most beautiful girl in his homeroom class this year.

Steven couldn’t believe she was actually looking at him! Summoning his courage, he raised his hand and smiled. Expecting her to ignore him as she had done all through school, but instead, she smiled and waved back. Unbelievingly, he quickly glanced over his shoulder at his buddies. They were still admiring the tree house and its decks. It had really been him she had waved to!

Guys! Check it out! Its Vanessa! Steven said, trying not to sound too excited.

Embarrassing him, they ran to the railing and pointed right at her.

Holy shit! Brian said, Her boobs are even bigger!

Like you’d know what to do with them! Carl said, giving Brian a shove.

More than you! At least I’ve seen boobs, real boobs!

Forcing himself to look away, Steven looked annoyingly at Brian. Your sister’s don’t count.

Bite me, dill weed! Boobs are boobs.

Steven dismissed his claim with a wave of his hand as he turned toward the lowered gangway stairs. It wasn’t worth fighting over. Besides, Lori’s boobs were nothing new, but Steven would never admit to having taken her for a ride in his goat cart for the chance to feel them.

On the ground, he lost his sight of Vanessa and feared she’d be gone by the time he opened the fate through the tall picket fence, but immediately spotted her again just as the reporter and her cameraman intercepted on the sidewalk. When he tried to skirt them. The woman blocked his path.

Hi! I’m Linda Gray from channel four news. Is that your tree house?

Yeah, he answered, relieved at seeing Vanessa walking toward him.

It’s very impressive. Did you build it all by yourself, or did your dad help you?

My dad helped me with the electricity. It’s the law. And y my friends helped too.

Your parents must be very proud. If it’s all right with your folks, we’d like to do a story on it. Would mind giving us a tour?

Filing his thought was the question why Jessica stood smiling broadly just a foot away from him. She was so close that he could smell an intoxicating fragrance coming from her hair. Could a girl smell any better than she did right now?

A hand in the middle of his back sent him stumbling forward causing him to bump into Vanessa.

Geez, are you going to kiss her or stand here all day? Brian asked.

The realization that the chest had pressed together was wiped away as Steven spun around and shoved Brian back. Shut the hell up!

His anger was suddenly forgotten as he turned back to see who had taken his hand. Slowly, as if in a dream, his eyes slowly followed the arms up, over the chest he had just bumped into, until finally his eyes looked into hers, the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen. Brian’s words still echoed in his mind. He did want to kiss her.

If you give them a tour, can I go too?

It’s not dry yet, Jimmy answered, giving a look of disapproval.

That won’t take long, Steven, said quickly, maybe ten minutes, fifteen at the most. He ignored Jimmy’s irradiation. Sure, it was supposed to be a boy’s clubhouse, at least at first, but this was the Vanessa! If she really wanted a tour he’d do whatever he had to do to get her there. Sure, you can come in, he said to her with feigned coolness.

Steven led the way back through the gate with the reporters and his friends behind. He still held onto Vanessa’s hand, afraid to keep holding on and even more afraid to let go. When they reached the base of the tree house, he regrettably released her hand.

The cameraman filmed the fort from many different angles. From beneath it, he focused on the framing while the reported asked questions on how he had learned to build with such quality at such a young age.

It was easy for him to give the credit to his father and the men who worked for him. It was neat that the news people thought the tree house was so special, but it was the amazement in Vanessa’s eyes that made him stand a little taller with an enduring grin he could not wipe from his face.

Steven pointed out that the walls, floors, and ceiling were insolated with eco-friendly material and the electric based board heaters were energy efficient for use in the winter. By the surprise on Vanessa’s face told him she was even more impressed when he explained how he had paid for everything by mowing lawns, picking weeds, recycling aluminum cans and other materials.

At the end of the interview, he made it up to his friends, giving them even more credit for their help that without them, it never would have turned out so well. They accepted his unsaid apology by playing it up for the camera and gave even more details of the work done. After the camera finished taking its final pictures, Steven and his friends stood looking at Vanessa.

So, ah, do you like pizza, Vanessa? Steven asked.

Love it! Pepperoni?

Anything you want. I’m buying.

Hell yeah! Carl said. Order some cheese sticks too!

Steven picked up the tree house phone and ordered. Vanessa’s smile was everything he had hoped for. Dudes, let’s go get the TV and DVD. Hell Boy just came out.

How about Cat Woman? Vanessa asked.

Come with me. We can take my go-cart to Blockbusters and be back before the pizza got here.

Chapter One

TEN YEARS LATER

Lancaster County, Nebraska

Outside, the wind howled, seeking with frigid tentacles every nook and cranny to violate the warmth within the trailer house. Frost covered the east windows blocking any view of the winter storm. On the television, weather warnings advised to restrict all travel unless in the case of an absolute emergency.

Hank Reed turned off the shower before he used up all the hot water. Julia would give him hell if he did it again. It was getting time that he considered buying a new water heater. They were just so expensive and with Christmas coming up, money would be even tighter. He was not about to explain to three children why Santa had brought them so little.

Instantly, he regretted stepping out from behind the shower curtain. Ice had formed on the inside of the window and a cold draft brought immediate goose bumps to his skin. He shivered and toweled himself dry while trying to open the heater vent more by using his big toe. All he did was to succeed in closing it completely.

Crap, he said wrapping the towel around his waist.

Julia stepped into the bathroom from their bedroom and smiled as she pressed her hand against his athletic chest. Despite the cold draft, she opened her robe and hung it from the hook on the door.

Did you save me any hot water/?

Of course. The last thing I wasn’t is for you to be cold tonight.

He looked down at her breasts and noticed how the cold had affected them. Looking at his wife of ten years, even after three beautiful children she was as beautiful as ever. If it weren’t for the promise of a warm night with her, he’d be tempted to share her shower.

There’s not enough hot water, so don’t even think about it. Fix the heat in here.

Hank swatted his wife in the butt as she turned for the shower then glared down at the vent. Using his thumb, he tried to turn the narrow dial without success. The damn thing kept hanging up. Even with his thumb nail, he could only turn it a fraction of an inch before it stopped solid. Unwilling to bear the cold to get tools out of his work truck, he dug his calloused fingers into the lower the vent and pulled it out of the floor.

Immediately, a blast of hot air burst upward and he turned the vent upside down so he could reach the damper. Using the dial while he pressed on the dampers, they opened wide without any resistance what-so-ever. Just to make sure, he closed and reopened them several times. No problem. Of course no sooner would he put it back in place that he believed the trouble would return. It was always like that, just like an engine that ran perfectly as soon as you took it to a mechanic.

Hank was just about to replace the vent when he noticed a cable inside where no cable belonged. When he pulled on it, he was able to bring it out only six inches before it drew taunt. On its tip was a hardened outer case with a glass bead at the very end. He examined it closer, looking at could only be described as an eye.

What the fuck is this? he yelled, already realizing the answer.

To his right, Julia slid open the curtain in response to his outburst. He immediately cupped his hand over the camera lens.

What’s wrong?

Close the curtain! It’s a camera!

One of the curtain rings popped as she yanked the curtain closed. He pulled hard trying to yank the cable free but he couldn’t get a grip with all the moisture in the air. Without a second thought, he yanked his own towel off and covered the camera with it. From the kitchen, he grabbed a sharp knife. With his wife still concealed behind the curtain, he began sawing at the cable. Julia poked her head out and he turned just as the knife cut through.

The knife dropped to the floor as his feet slid out from beneath him. As the blade bounced on the linoleum floor, he landed with a thud. The knife handle lay flat on its side beneath his forearm and he breathed a sigh of relief, he had not impaled himself. With a grin, in his other hand, he held up the camera with a short length of cable.

Killed it.

Are you all right? she asked, stepping out of the shower.

Missed me. He held up his arm to show her, as he brought his hand to his shoulder to see for himself. The muscle of his forearm split open to the bone. Blood immediately splattered all over the floor. Oh crap!

Julia nearly screamed as she snatched a towel off the rack and wrapped it tightly around his arm. She left him sitting naked on the floor and ran into the bedroom. Phone in hand, she stabbed the number to 9-1-1. She listened, then tried again as he picked himself up and walked into the room.

It’s dead. We’ve got to get you to the hospital!

He wanted to argue with her, pointing out that it was nearly a blizzard outside, but he knew it couldn’t wait. His hand was already pale and turning cold, not to mention he was beginning to feel the pain.

As Julia hastily dressed, hank took out one of his ties he never wore and wrapped it tightly around his arm just below the elbow. Julia helped him get dressed then raced outside to the trailer next door. Several minutes later she returned with Amy, their babysitter.

I don’t know when we’ll be back so, eat whatever you want. Thank you so much.

As soon as they stepped outside, hank felt apprehensive about the eight mile drive into Lincoln. Blowing snow reduced visibility to no more than one hundred feet. Seated inside Julia’s Cavalier wagon, she was a careful driver, but it wasn’t her skills that worried him. The Cavalier’s front wheel drive couldn’t compare to his Silverado’s four wheel drive. Her problem, no matter how much he had tried to teach her, was her ability to work his custom manual transmission.

Visibility was reduced even further the moment she turned on the headlights. Within minutes they turned into the two lane highway and despite the weather, the Cavalier was making steady forward progress. Jake loosened his make sift tourniquet to allow momentary circulation into his hand.

Two miles from the trailer park, bright amber lights appeared behind them. There was no mistaking the configuration of plow lights. Its speed was greater than their own and without a doubt. It could Wisk them to the hospital.

Turn on your flashers. We’ll pick your car up later.

Hank clenched his jaw and did his best to hide the immense pain traveling up his arm. The heat coming from the engine was beginning to warm the interior of the car but did little to make him comfortable. He could only imagine how Julia felt with her wet hair and damp clothes. Whether it was the cold or the fear that caused her to tremble was unknown.

It’s going to be okay, baby. He forced a smile as he touched her arm. I guess this cancels our date tonight, huh?

You’ve got sex on the brain. As she slowed, her smile faded. Who do you think put that camera there, and for how long?

Hank’s anger instantly flared as he thought of anyone seeing his wife come and go from the shower or on those occasions when they shared a bath. Worst yet was the thought that one could be in the kids’ bedroom.

We’ll call the sheriff department from the hospital. Someone’s going to pay!

Amber light filled the interior of the car as the plow closed the distance to the rear of their car. Hank was sure if would back off but instead it made contact with a slight bump. He couldn’t believe the driver couldn’t see them.

The idiot hit us, Julia yelled, picking up her speed just a little bit."

Blinding white light showed only a blanket of snow behind them just before the plow hit them again, this time with enough force to cause them to fishtail on the slick road. Worse yet, Hank could see nothing of the road as the light reflected back at them.

Without warning, the front of the car launched upward as they hit something solid. Metal on metal scraped across the bottom of the undercarriage until the Cavalier tipped to the right until there was a feeling of weightlessness. Time slowed as Julia released one continuous scream. What had been on the dash and floor fell to the ceiling a split second before the only sound they heard was crunching metal and breaking glass.

Their seatbelts had held them in place, suspending them upside down with their heads pressed painfully against the roof. As the reality of what had happened settled in his mind, the engine sputtered and died leaving only the sound of the scraping electric fan and howling, freezing wind racing through the broken windows.

Outside, Hank heard the squeaking breaks of the plow to hear it pull away once more. Releasing his seatbelt, he quickly discovered there was no escaping the crushed confines of the car. Releasing his stunned wife, he held onto her shivering body as best he could in the tight space praying that they would somehow survive until they were found.

*     *     *

Lawrence, Kansas

A digital recorder caught every word of the processor’s lecture on tax shelter laws while Jessica Lawson scribbled her notes on an electronic notepad that her computer would convert to neatly typed pages. She couldn’t wait for Christmas break. In her junior year at The University of Kansas she needed a break.

She planned on spending the entire break with her parents in Omaha. They were getting on in years and her father’s mental and physical healths were deteriorating quickly. The latest prognosis gave him only a 20% chance in seeing another year. Not coming as a surprise, made it no less difficult to accept.

Jessica doubled her efforts to focus her mind on the lecture. With exams coming, she couldn’t afford to bomb it if she wanted to keep her GPA at 4.0.she also couldn’t afford to retake the course with the high cost of tuition. For the first time she didn’t have to scramble to scrape up next month’s tuition and there was no way in hell she was ever going back to her last job no matter how much it paid. She only hoped it didn’t come back to haunt her more than it already was.

No sooner had she began to follow along again her phone rang. The professor stopped in midsentence and without looking, she heard the class turn in her direction making her uncomfortably the center of attention.

Miss Lawson?

I’m sorry, professor. I’ll just turn it off.

Oh please, I wouldn’t hear of it. Surely, someone who could call you during class time must have a very good reason.

Really, I’ll turn it off. I’m sorry. I just forgot.

No, Miss Lawson, I insist. I’m sure you’ll remember next time. We’ll wait.

Jessica felt herself flush with embarrassment as she quickly answered.

Hello? she said quietly

Hi. I’m trying to locate Jessica Annette Lawson. Is that you?

Yes, but this is a really bad time. Could you call be back at 10:30?

Miss Lawson, this is Deputy Carlson of the Lancaster Sheriff’s Department. I’m calling about your sister and brother-in-law, Julia and Hank Reed?

Jessica bolted upright and grabbed her chest as her heat skipped a beat. What’s happened? Are they alright?"

I’m afraid I have some bad news. Is there any way you could come to the sheriff office?

Tears immediately began flowing down her cheeks and her voice broke into sobs as she spoke. What’s happened? Where are they?

I’m very sorry, Miss Lawson, but last night they were killed—

Killed? What do you mean killed? They’re—they’re dead? she cried openly as the lecture hall fell dead silent. How? she managed to say.

We’re still investigating, however preliminary reports showed their car went off road during a winter storm last night.

For quite a while she could do no more than cry in great heaving sobs. Many of her fellow students looked away and the professor hung his head at the lectern. On the screen the projector for the slide presentation turned off when a thought suddenly raced into the forefront of her mind.

Oh my God! The kids? What happened to the kids?

They’re fine. They were with a babysitter when it happened.

Where are they?

Here, speaking with counselors. Where are you, Miss Lawson?

Jessica began shoving everything into her tote bag. University of Kansas but I’m on my way. Please, tell them Aunt Jessica’s on her way. She hung up on him.

With tears raining down, she grabbed her large suitcase and began stuffing it from her bureau drawers. She was not picky in what she chose as her mind thought only of her sister’s family. At the moment, nothing else mattered accept to return to Nebraska. Nearly forgetting one important item, she reached under her bed into the box springs for her hidden tuition money.

Five minutes later she was behind the wheel of her Honda Prelude and racing toward the interstate.

*     *     *

Boulder, Colorado

Steven left the Colorado University Administration building with a grin that rivaled the joker. For the second time he had completed a semester early, this time with a raving review from inspector’s on the HUD project. The dean himself had complimented his overall performance and dedication to such a worthy cause.

With his hand selected crew, they had completed the job, on time, under budget, and most importantly, with perfect marks on every inspection. All the stood between him and his MBA degree was the completion was to complete his housing subdivision plans, a completely ECO friendly, energy efficient community, and pass his general contractor’s exam.

Slipping his knapsack on he made his way to his mountain bike and unlocked it. Between his studies and work, riding his bike was sometimes his only exercise, not to mention filling the fuel tanks on his truck took a huge bite out of his budget. Energized with enthusiasm and by the hard earned check in his wallet, he rode down the snow lined streets right along with traffic.

With the extra money from the HUD project and other side jobs, he looked forward to hitting the mall for some serious Christmas shopping. Shopping for his parents was easy, his beloved older sister a little trickier. For his only nephew about to turn five years old was the most exciting. Sadly, the boy had grown up without his father, had never seen him since Sgt. Anthony Morgan was killed in action in Iraq before James was born.

Thinking of the little tike brought a flood of happy memories. The death of Anthony had been especially hard on Bethany and she had delayed college for the first six months of James’ life. Steven had been in the delivery room, and although a little uncomfortable at the time, watched the entire birth. He and his sister had been close in their relationship, but being able to share and participate in such an experience brought their relationship to an entirely different level.

Although he would never try to replace Anthony, he tried to be a great brother and even better uncle. Over the holidays he would stay at Bethany’s house and make up for lost time.

After a brisk, ten minute ride, he rolled into the parking lot of his bank. Inside he deposited the checks, holding back $150 for personal use. Next he rode to subway for lunch to go. Then, 7-eleven for a bottle of Gatorade to wash down his ham and cheese sandwich. At the register he bought a quick pick lottery ticket, a habit for the last year, and then sat outside on the curb to eat.

Half way through the sandwich he played the scratch off ticket hollered in victory. It was an instant twenty dollar winner which meant a free lunch and fifteen free Powerball lotto tickets. Which, he bought after finishing his lunch.

In his apartment parking lot he spotted Heather’s Mustang convertible parked next to his project car, a ’67 Mustang fastback beneath a heavy waterproof tarp. He’d picked it two years ago and had been the catalyst in Heather’s initial attraction to him. They both loved the pony cars and sadly, he hadn’t had the time or money in the last six months to continue work on it. It remained with its primary gray paint incomplete interior.

Carrying his bike up the outside staircase to the second floor, he chained it to the railing just as Heather opened his apartment door. Immediately, he noticed the new outfit as she posed seductively in the entrance, a short, low cut dress belted tightly around her slim waist. Even the three-inch heel she wore were perfectly matched.

Wow! Don’t you look good!

You like it? I just couldn’t resist, she said, wrapping her arms around his neck for a kiss. She stepped backward, pulling him with her during their lip lock. When she released him, she turned and walked to the couch, letting him close the door. I wanted something nice to wear for out celebration tonight.

Celebration? he asked, still partially distracted by the form fitting dress as he dropped his knapsack.

Don’t play like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I thought we might start by eating at a nice restaurant, rent a movie, then come back here so I can show my handsome, intelligent, successful lover how proud I am of him.

You already know about the HUD project?

I knew before you started! I have complete faith in you and all your future success. People are going to line up to buy your houses! she patted the cushion next to her. And I’m going to be there to cheer you on all the way.

As soon as he sat down, she straddled his lap unconcerned that her dress rode up displaying black lace panties. Lifting his chin, she slowly lowered the straps of the dress, and then the front until her breasts stood proudly in front of his face.

So what do you think about going to Engle Wood? she asked.

When she leaned forward, she stopped him short keeping her breasts just out of reach of his lips. He loved the way she could always grouse him, tease him until he thought he would explode if he had to wait another minute.

Well?

Heather, that place is pretty expensive.

I know, but this really calls for a proper celebration and you are so worth it! Please? she said, rubbing a nipple across his bottom lip. You won’t regret it!

Sure, if I can get reservations made.

She bounced on his lap and squealed with delight. I already made them for six o’clock.

Before he could say anything she pulled his head forward, smothering him in breasts he had fantasized about the first time he saw her on the campus. Her fingers raked through his hair, telling him she enjoyed his attention, but as his hand slipped between her legs, she immediately stopped him and stood up.

What the hell? Why’d you stop? he asked, sadly watching her fix her dress.

I’m sorry, baby, but if we keep going, I’m going to have to show, fix my hair and redo my makeup. I promise, when we get back, I’m all yours. She kissed him quickly. I’ll be back by five. We’ll take my car.

Chapter Two

Lancaster County, Nebraska

After miles of desolate wheat and corn fields, she began to recognize land marks as she returned to her childhood hometown of Lincoln. Once she had lived on a 200 acre farm with her parents who now lived in a retirement community in White Beach, Florida. Due to her father’s declining health, they would be unable to attend the funeral.

At the thought of her sister’s and brother in laws death, the tears threatened to start falling all over again. It was not the time for crying. She told herself she had to be strong, if not for Hank and Julia, then for their children who had to be heartbroken and scared to death. She couldn’t imagine what must be going through their young minds.

During the night exhaustion nearly caused her to fall asleep behind the wheel. Lord knows what added trauma the kids would have to endure if their only aunt was killed on the road while on her way to see them. Regardless of her desire to be with them as quickly as she could, Jessica spent a cold night in her car parked at a rest stop.

Now, she was pulling into the parking lot outside the sheriff’s department, a little later than planned, but safe. After securing her car, she stepped through the front doors with her purse clutched in both hands.

She stood in a nearly bare lobby with seats on either side of the highly polished floor with a walk through metal detector in its center. Directly across from the entrance was a sliding door with reinforced glass. A bored looking woman in uniform watched from inside.

Jessica made her way to the reception glass and spoke through the stainless steel vent mounted on its center. Um, I’m Jessica Lawson. I just drove here from the University of Kansas. I’m here about my sister and brother in law’s kids. Um, Hank and Julia Reed?

Place a valid picture I.D. in the pass through. Who are you suppose to see?

The man who called said he was Deputy Carlson, she said, placing her driver’s license in the drawer.

If you’ll have a seat, someone will be with you in a moment.

Jessica sat back down for only a minute before standing right back up and began pacing back and forth in the lobby. There were no decorations to take her mind off why she was there she checked her watch, unbelieving that only four minutes had passed. Finally, she sat back down and called the administration office at KSU to explain her situation, then her boss at Safeway where she worked part time at night as an inventory controller.

To call her parents would be more heartbreak than she could endure at the moment. She thought of calling Ronnie to explain why she had disappeared so suddenly, but dealing with her boyfriend when she didn’t have any real answers to give at the moment was an argument she didn’t want to have.

The fact of the matter was she had no idea what she was going to do. What lay ahead seemed overwhelming. Eventually, she knew she would have to reach out for help to figure it all out

Jessica jumped as the sliding door suddenly sprang to life. A tall man dressed in a suit motioned for her to come. Gray hair at the temples and his clothing didn’t fit with her idea of a county deputy sheriff. He looked more like a detective, the kind she saw on television.

Hello, Miss Lawson. I’m the investigative detective assigned to this case. My name is Harry Van Burren. I’m sorry for your loss and will try to make this as painless as possible.

I… I don’t know what’s happening, or what’s going to happen. I’ve never had to, ah, deal with anything like this before.

That’s perfectly understandable. If you’ll come with me, I’ll try to explain as we go along.

Are the kids here? Are they all right? she asked as she followed him down the hall.

They’ve been placed in temporary care at the Attention Center. He held a door for her. Of course they’re upset. Counselor’s are trying to help them understand.

When can I see them?

As soon as we’re finished here.

The room was nicely paneled, but without windows. A large, wooden conference table, surrounded with a plate of pastries and large box of assorted donuts. Despite her emotions, her stomach betrayed her by growling audibly.

You look hungry. Please, help yourself. That’s why they’re there. There’s milk or juice in the refrigerator underneath, or if you’d like coffee, there’s a pot in the next room. Coffee?

Thank you. Cream and sugar please.

After the detective stepped out, she devoured an apple Danish, and then set a large cinnamon roll on a napkin. As she sat down, her cup of coffee arrived with the detective and another man, dressed in uniform. A quick glance identified his has Deputy Carlson.

In my rush, I only stopped or gas, or at a rest stop. Thank you very much.

You’re welcome. Have as many as you like, he said, grabbing a couple glaze donuts for himself. I’m sure you have many questions, but before I can answer any, I need to ask you some. Alright?

Okay.

How long were Hank and Julia married?

Ten years, two days ago, when…

Do you know how they met?

They’ve been boyfriend/girlfriend since the seventh grade. Jessica smiled after taking a sip of coffee. They got married right out of high school. Her cup went back onto the table. Why do you ask?

We’re still trying to piece together what happened, Carlson said. There’s more than one thing we need to clear up.

Jessica couldn’t hide her confusion. You told me their car slid off the road and crashed. Isn’t that what happened?

That’s how it appeared, maybe is, Van Burren answered. Apparently, Mr. Reed was seriously injured prior to the accident. A very serious cut to his right forearm. The cut was across the underside, deep into the muscle. Upon arriving at the residence, in the master bedroom’s bathroom we found a bloody knife in a pool of blood.

You think my sister did it? she asked incredulously. No way. She’s one of the sweetest women you will ever meet.

Carlson nodded in agreement. That’s what everyone we’ve interviewed said. Fingerprints on the knife also belonged to Mr. Reed. We considered suicidal—

Uh-uh, he was the happiest guy I ever knew. He’d never— she stopped when Carlson held up his hand.

The pathologist found that to be inconsistent with the wound. There’s a difference at the microscopic level between a clean slice and a chop. The force was enough to put a deep gouge in the bone, not so easily done without some strength.

Isn’t it possible he had an accident somehow and they were just on their way to the hospital?

I believe that’s where they were heading, Carlson said.

Miss Lawson, would you know if they had any problems with heating?

Julia mentioned Hank wanted to upgrade the furnace or something like that, but because of Christmas coming, they were going to have to wait. Jessica quizzically tilted her head. Why?

In the bathroom, not only was there a lot of water on the floor and window sill, the duct vent had been removed. Mr. Reed’s fingerprints were found on both sides as if he had inspected it. Carlson turned his palms up on the table in gesture of uncertainty. Maybe there was a problem with the heat, ice on the window from steam buildup. It just doesn’t make since that he’d use a knife to pry up the vent. If that’s what happened, it still doesn’t answer everything.

Like what?

The two men exchanged a glance as they shared an unspoken secret. Jessica straightened, afraid of what she might hear, at the same time, unwilling to accept anything short of full discloser. The men seemed to come to some silent decision and Deputy Carlson yielded to detective Van Burren.

How often were you in touch with your sister? Van Burren asked.

We talked all the time. At least once a week.

As sisters, did you share things between each other that she may not have shared with anyone else?

You mean secrets? Not really. Just girl talk. Stuff that she had done together stuff that she thought was special or romantic. Guys aren’t the ones who talk.

Anything else?

Like what? You’ve gotta help me out here. What do you want to know?

With money being tight, do you think they might have not made a claim on a minor accident, or maybe she might have not told him about bumping into something?

Maybe the insurance part, but she wouldn’t have to hide it from Hank. She never mentioned anything like that why?

There was minor damage to the rear of the car that isn’t consistent with the accident. We haven’t been able to identify the cause, without a paint transfer, we can’t even with any certainty that another vehicle is involved. In fact, the damage is inconsistent with another vehicle.

Jessica sighed and relaxed. So why bring something like that up?"

"I apologize for causing you any unnecessary concern. With all the unusual findings in the tragedy, we needed to explore every possibility.

Jessica took the last bite of her cinnamon roll and nodded with her head down. It was difficult, with her exhaustion and worries about everything in the near future, not to breakdown and cry again without adding more complications into the accident. With a deep breath, she faced the men.

Let’s talk about the kids. She said with more conviction than she felt. What happens to them?

For now, they’re in state custody until a court can determine their custody. Next of kin, grandparents… the will, will have a strong determination on where they go unless the court finds good cause to the contrary.

How long will that take?

I’m not sure they’ll try to resolve this as quickly as possible. Maybe as long as two weeks. Do you have a place to stay yet?

I thought I’d be able to stay at Julia’s with the kids.

Van Burren shook his head. A full inventory of the estate must be made first. That might take a few days. After that, since you’re the aunt of these children, they court may allow you temporary custody.

Can I see them now?

Deputy Carlson, would you see to that?

The drive to the attention center took only fifteen minutes to reach. Once through the locked front door, an older counselor in her fifties met with Jessica to take her information. Then bring her to the children, all the explaining that the purpose for their external security was not so meant to keep the children is as it was meant to keep abusive parents out. The security also prevented any spouse from abducting their child in defiance of custody judgments.

To Jessica, it still felt like she imagined a jail to be.

The center wasn’t as stark as she had imagined. The furniture, although industrial, looked comfortable enough. The interior was painted in bright, cheerful colors. On shelves there was every conceivable board game. A large toy box held toys of every description. On shelves were boxes of puzzles from 500 pieces to 10,000. Set up in booths were half dozen computers, all of them filled with kids wearing headphones and moving to whatever music they were listening to.

Through windows in to another room, several children sat at a large table, paint brushes or crayons in hand. Jessica immediately picked out her six year old nieces, Samantha and Elizabeth. Although they were very similar in many ways, they were not identical twins and each had her own personality. Sitting by himself was Dillon playing with an erector set. Already at nine, she could see his father in him and love for building.

Tears welled in her eyes as she saw how much they had grown since last summer. The girls’ dark brown hair was longer than she remembered, nearly reaching the bottom of their little shoulder blades. Like their mother and herself, the women in the family had a curl giving them extra body that many found only in a salon. They were so beautiful.

Samantha was the first to look up, then after a nudge, Elizabeth. The two hopped out of their chairs and stood in stunned silence, staring at the younger version of their mother. They seemed to almost run in place before darting forward with their hair trailing behind. As they bolted from the room, Jessica dropped to her knees, her arms outstretched for both.

It was impossible not to cry openly as she held the twins tightly, covering their tear filled faces with kisses. As she clutched them to her bosom, her eyes fell upon Dillon who stood quietly just outside the art room. There was no expression on his face. His eyes void of the light she had come to know in much happier times. Slowly she released her hold on the girls and raised her head, all the while she held his gaze.

Dillon, don’t you want to say hello?

Jessica met him halfway with his sisters in tow as she hugged him close, she couldn’t help noticing that he was like a dead fish, allowing himself to be hugged without returning it. Her kiss to his forehead had no effect. There were no tears in his eyes, only a blank stare. Dillon’s relationship with Hank had been more than just father son; they were best buddies.

I know it’s hard Dillon. We’re going to make it through this.

Gently leading the three to a couch, she gave them as much love and attention as they would accept. She promised she’d be here for them as much as visiting hours would allow that she wasn’t going to go away.

It wasn’t long before a counselor joined them as the girls began to ask all the difficult questions when trying to cope with the reality of death. Dillon, on the other hand, remained withdrawn. Later, as the visiting hours came to an end, the counselor explained to her in private that Dillon couldn’t be pressed to share his feelings, that to do so might cause him to withdraw even more.

Outside, Deputy Carlson met with her once more.

Miss Lawson, since you hadn’t arranged for a place to stay, the county has rented you a room at the Super 8 Motel.

Is it cheap? she asked. I’m on a student’s budget.

There’s no cost to you. Also, an attorney by the name of Jacob Renfro called our office. He has a last will and testament on file. He should be getting in touch with you. I’ve given him your number, or you can stop by his office at 27th and O street.

Thank you for your help.

Jessica stopped at a subway before driving to the motel. There she called the attorney and made arrangements to meet in an hour. With little time to spare, she stripped and took a hot shower. After toweling off, she wrapped herself in the towel and scolded herself for forgetting her toothbrush. Using her finger, she did her best to clean her teeth and made a mental note to stop at a store after seeing the attorney. From her suitcase, she settled on jeans and a pullover as everything else was too wrinkled to wear.

She arrived at Renfro and associates with five minutes to spare.

From the furnishings, it didn’t appear the law firm was a substantial competitor in their field. Money had not been wasted in leather couches and expensive hardwood desks. Two attorneys’ shared the offices with the lobby acting as a library of sorts. In Jacob Renfro’s office, the desk was modest, a large table to the side held law books and a coffee pot. On the opposite side of the room were three filing cabinets, each with four drawers.

It was Jacob Renfro who surprised her the most. Not much older than herself, he wore a simple suit, something right off the rack. Physically he looked very fit, more like an athlete. His smile was genuine, almost boyish as he came around his covered desk to greet her.

Wow! If you don’t mind me saying so, beauty certainly runs in your family. I can certainly see the family resemblance. I’m very sorry for your loss, Miss Lawson. Hank and Julia were the nicest couple I’ve ever had the honor to call friends. I’m going to miss them.

Thank you. How did you know them?

‘Hank and I played on the same baseball team each summer, and I coached Dillon’s team for a season. Please have a seat. Can I offer you something? Coffee?

No thank you. I’m fine, she said taking her chair.

Jacob sat behind his desk and set several files to the side. From the side he opened one file and set it over his day planner. Did Julia ever discuss her final wishes with you in case of… ?

Jessica shook her head. No. I always thought they’d… that they’d grow old and grey together.

Well, thankfully, they understood early that life can be unpredictable. Hank has a brother and sister in law living in Redondo Beach, California. However, they didn’t feel they were right for the kids.

They’re not kid friendly.

That’s too bad. Since your parents, your father in particular, has own health problems and that they’re both getting on in years, Hank and Julia’s first choice for their children was you. I know you’re in your junior year at KSU, however if you decide to honor their wishes, you need to carefully consider how much this will affect your life.

I already have. I have my associates already and going to school, working, and taking care of them will be next to impossible, but I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep those kids from being separated or grow up with strangers.

From a desk drawer, he held out a box of tissues and she wiped her eyes. Only as she had said it did her decision sink home. Life as she knew it was over. Ronnie would say she was being stupid, giving up everything. She didn’t care. She had no delusions that their relationship would survive her decision, nor that of all the men in the future who might be attracted to her would either be unwilling or incapable of taking responsibility for three children not their own. Without doubt, they’d try to use the kids, pretending to care just to get to her bed. She accepted her fate, more than happy to share all her love for the sake of the children.

I’m sorry, she said, forcing herself to regain her composure.

Don’t be sorry. It’s understandable you’d be upset. There’s the matter of the estate. Insurance will cover all funeral costs, payoff the mortgage and credit card balances, and set up small trust in an annuity for the kids. They’re also entitled to social security payments until they’re sixteen. There are other sources of assistance if necessary. Hank’s health insurance will continue for them until they’re eighteen. All taxes are covered. This should take some of the financial burden, although it won’t cover everything. Everything has been left to you. I’ll take care of all the arrangements and paperwork. Before you go, can I give you a bit of free advice, as a friend of the family?

Sure.

Don’t give up on your college dreams. Full time is out of the picture, but you still have options, even if it’s only one or two classes at a time, or over the internet. Don’t quit.

Chapter Three

Boulder, Colorado

The noise from inside Steven’s apartment could undoubtedly be heard outside and within the neighboring apartments. It was a time for celebration for several reasons and at the moment, five days before Christmas. Heather’s naked body straddling him on the couch was his reward, not only for completing his community plans with a nearly perfect score, but for the diamond heart pendant bouncing on its 18 karat gold chain.

She was in a frenzy nearly screaming as her back suddenly arched and she pulled his head forward pressing it against her breasts as her entire body trembled in ecstasy. As each wave of pleasure washed over her, her hips rode the waning surf until she fell forward, pressing her glistening body against him and the back of the couch.

On the television he heard the announcement for the drawing and yet didn’t want to break their connection, not yet after she had just turned his would on edge. Heather cried out in surprise as he dipped her back, letting her sink down to the cushion. Her feet came out from beneath her and he grinned as she held them high and wide as if his intent was a new game.

Supporting her from falling with his left hand, his right hand grabbed a pen and wrote down each number as it was drawn. It was long before she noticed his attention was diverted and looked to see what he was doing.

What the hell? You’re just going to lay me back with your dick up in me so you can write some stupid numbers down?

Take it easy. It’s the lottery.

I don’t know why you waste your money like that.

He smiled as he looked down at her. He understood her heightened emotions when the sex was this good. Shh, I couldn’t be any luckier than I am right now. You’re my good luck piece."

I’m the best piece you’ve ever had!

Nasty girl, you’re going to get me all excited again. Work it for me, baby. You know no one can turn me on like you can. He wrote down the next number as she smiled and began to undulate her hips. We’re going to be apart until after the New Year. Please let’s not fight. You know I’m crazy about you.

Then you better make my toes curl again.

Steven wrote down the final number before he sat upright and looked down at her body as he continued to hold her parallel to the floor. The way she mover her body, used it to entrance him only excited him more as he looked down farther, fascinated by their intimate connection. She pulled herself up halfway so she too could watch their intimacy.

This is the only jackpot you need. If you’re going to throw away your money, you’ll feel much better betting it right here!

It wasn’t long before the interruption was forgotten and she had his undivided attention as they again raised the roof. When their bodies and desire was spent, they lay side by side on the couch, each their own thoughts. When he could wait no longer, he kissed her sweetly, then got up and walked into the bathroom.

*     *     *

Heather sat up as soon as he stepped out of sight and grabbed his pants off the floor. There were too many diamonds on her new pendant to be real. In his back pocket she found his wallet. Steven was predictable in that he kept every single receipt. It was the only way she’d know if they were real or faux or manmade.

She liked him enough, she admitted to herself. He was good looking and took excellent care of his body which made him an exceptional lover. His chosen career, to be a contractor, had good potential for a high income. Something she demanded in her man, but if he were a cheap bastard, buying imitation gifts, it was time to cut her loses and find someone else who could provide her with what she wanted. If they were real, she’d stay with him until it was time to go. For her to truly love a man, he