Destiny to Die

By Warren Henderson

In short, this book touches on HIV/AIDS, one of the most silent, sneakiest, systematic, pathological, physical, and psychological killer disease with a mind of its own that has ever been created and put on this earth. And it also touches on the organized people who went up against the scientists and their backers who unleashed this killer disease on the population of this world.

Warren E. Henderson
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524535605

Warren Henderson

Warren E. Henderson, a brother from the North Philadelphia hood, who saw more to life than what the people could see in their lives, awake sleeping state of being. Yes, in the picture that is not pretty, but most attractive, he is just a man with a mind to look deeper into life and well-being. Other books by Warren E. Henderson include the following: City of Nightmares Part One City of Nightmares Part Two Pleasures of Hell MU$T I? Hotter Than!

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CHAPTER ONE

Four figures walked away from a building with a security fence around it. The four of them got into a four-door late model Volvo. All four, of brown-skin complexions, around the same height and thin build, were in black clothes from their wind-breaker jackets to their shoes.

Now? asked the male sitting in the front passenger seat as the male driver pulled off.

Now, Aztec, said the one female out of the four, sitting in the back seat with the third male, who sat staring straight ahead. Aztec pushed a button blowing the building up. None of them, showing no expressions of emotions, none of them looked back as they drove on.

*     *     *

A city away at a hospital, in Philadelphia, a woman sat over her son’s hospital bed. Another day she prays for him. She had been praying every day for the past seven-and-a-half years for her son to come out of the comatose state he lay in. Fresh flowers lay on a table by his bed, with cosmetics and get-well cards all around the room. The brown-skin figure lay with several machines and tubes connected to him, as a television set overhead was on a news station. A very pretty blond-haired white female nurse in uniform, in her early twenties, came into the room.

Miss. Kinsman, will you be needing me to do anything after I take Nicholas’ vital signs?

No, thank you, Amy. We’ll be leaving for the night soon as little Philip comes back from the gift shop.

Alright, ma’am, said Amy, being watched as she took Nicholas’ vital signs. When she was finished they looked at each other.

Same? asked Miss. Kinsman.

Yes, ma’am, said Amy, heading out of the room. She stopped at the door, looking back at the always nicely dressed brown-skin chubby build woman who didn’t look her age but was in her late sixties, hair nicely done up that came to her neck. She was now standing over her son’s bed, rubbing his hand.

Surely, the most dedicated mother I’ve ever seen in my life, said Amy, in a low voice, as she continued out of the room, shaking her head from side to side.

Moments behind, "You ready, Grandmom?’ asked a brown-skin, thin built male in his mid or late-teens, six feet tall, in a gray double-breasted suit with a gray tie, the same color as his grandmother’s skirt set.

In a few minutes, little Philip. Let me tell Nicholas we’re leaving. Nicholas, we’re leaving for the night. We’ll be back tomorrow. Maybe you’ll feel better by then, she said, kissing her son on his cheek.

See you tomorrow, Uncle Nicholas, said little Philip.

He was about to cut the television off, as an announcement came on. Not even an hour ago, another high-tech science laboratory building in New Jersey, was blown up. Nine scientists along with fourteen employees were believed to have been inside. No survivors, the newscaster said, as he showed the scene of the demolished building. Miss. Kinsman looked at little Philip, who looked at his grandmother. She calmly pushed the cut-off button on the remote control.

The two of them left the night lamp on by Nicholas’ bed before leaving his private room. Once out in front of the hospital, little Philip opened the back door of his grandmother’s white Rolls Royce for her. He got up front in the driver’s seat. He knew every day his grandmother came from seeing Nicholas, she wouldn’t be feeling her best. Philip put in one of her Nat King Cole tapes, as it played Mona Lisa. He pulled off after he saw a light smile on his grandmother’s face through the rearview mirror. He smiled and headed for the outskirts of Philadelphia.

*     *     *

Getting into the downtown area of Philadelphia, the male who sat in the back seat, said to his driver, Kenny, before we switch cars, stop at a mailbox.

Alright, Philip, said the driver.

A few blocks ahead, they pulled up by a mailbox. I got it, said the female, taking the envelope from Philip’s hand.

I’ll take care of it, Bee, said Aztec. Giving him the envelope, Aztec got out, mailing the envelope and got back in the car. They drove some blocks on to a car garage in North Philadelphia. They switched from the brown Volvo to a gold color up-to-date four-door Mercedes Benz, then headed for the outskirts of Philadelphia.

*     *     *

Arriving at the gate of a mansion, little Philip pushed a remote control, opening, then drove through. Parking in front of a huge house, they went in and were greeted by two brown boxer dogs and shortly after two tan colored Persian cats.

Grandmom, you want me to make you something to eat?

No, I’m alright, but I’m sure they want a snack, she said, heading up a flight of curved, carpeted stairs. The animals would have gone behind her, but a motion of her hand let them know to remain. Philip went into a walk-in closet, took off his suit jacket and hung it up. He had a 357 revolver and a 9 mm in his shoulder holsters. He took them off and hung them up as well. He came back out of the closet. The animals were right behind him. They followed him from this large room through a few others to a back area storeroom. Philip gave all the animals some chunks of meat, fresh milk and some water. He went back outside to the car. He drove it into a big car garage where there were a black four-door up-to-date Mercedes Benz and a black four-door Jaguar. Once he was back in the house, he went into the living room. With his shoes off, he sat in front of a table model TV. Now he could see exactly what all was being said on the news about the laboratory in New Jersey.

*     *     *

Arriving at the gate of the mansion, Aztec pushed a button to open it. Riding through the gate it was dark but you could see many pairs of eyes on both sides of the road shining and watching them as they drove straight ahead. Driving straight into a garage that was opened by remote control, they parked by an up-to-date gray four-door Mercedes Benz and a black Lincoln Town Car. Going through a door that entered into the house, Kenny said, Philip, y’all need anything taken care of before I shower and turn in?

Naw, Kenny. Soon as I check on Jimmy and a few other things, Bee and I are turning in ourselves.

Alright, said Kenny, as he and Aztec went two different ways in the house from Bee and Philip. Bee and Philip walked up some carpeted steps and opened a bedroom door. No one was in the room. They walked down a hallway to another room with computers all around. A brown-skin, thin build little guy maybe in his early teens, turned around in a chair with a smile.

Hey, Philip, Bee.

Hey, Jimmy. Up pretty late, said Bee.

Yeah, for a guy who has to go to school tomorrow, said Philip.

I was getting some studying in, waiting for y’all to come home.

Well, we’re home now, as you can see, so it’s time for you to get some sleep, said Philip.

Where’s Aztec and Kenny?

They’re also turning in for the night, said Philip.

Jimmy cut the computers off and walked to his room with Bee and Philip.

Bee kissed Jimmy goodnight. They shut his door and walked down the hall to a bigger room that was their own. There were a king-size bed with two dressers full of cosmetics, a big screen TV in the wall, a stereo system, mirrors wall-to-wall, a big window that faced the front of the house, two soft chairs set with a small table between them. Bee opened the door to their room bathroom and went in. Philip picked up a phone by his bed and dialed a number.

Hello? answered a voice.

It’s me, Mom, how you feel?

I’m alright. How’s yourself and Bee?

We’re alright. How’s little Philip?

He’s alright. Probably downstairs watching the news.

How’s Nicholas?

The same, but he’s getting better. I know it.

I know he is, too, Mom

Where’s Bee and Jimmy?

Jimmy should be on his way to sleep. Here’s Bee right now.

Let me talk to her.

Handing Bee the phone, who now had her jacket over her arm, Philip picked up a cellular phone off the dresser and dialed another number. Hello? said a voice.

What’s happening? said Philip.

Hey, Dad, what’s up? said little Philip.

Everything is everything, he stated.

Where’s Mom?

Talking to your grandmother. How was she today when y’all came back from seeing Nicholas?

As always. You know how she be feeling when she comes from seeing him. Is he ever going to come out of that?

Sure, he’s going to come out of it. Don’t you ever doubt it, said Philip, as tears started forming in his eyes.

Okay, Dad, said little Philip.

Here, said Bee, handing Philip the phone, as they switched.

I just wanted to tell you I love you and to take care of yourself before I go to sleep tonight. And tell Jimmy, Kenny and Aztec, I send my love.

Okay.

Okay, Mom, and I love you, too, said little Philip, hanging up.

I’ll be back in in a few. I’m going to walk the grounds, said Philip.

Want me to walk with you?

Naw, it’s okay. Philip walked back through the house and out the front door into the dark. As he walked, you could see the many pairs of shining eyes coming towards him. They circled around him and walked with him as he put his hands out, touching whatever they were. Philip, walking around the dark grounds a couple of times while these eyes stayed with him, he returned to his room where Bee was just getting out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her head and another wrapped around her breasts, down to her thighs.

Everything alright? asked Bee.

Nodding his head yes, Philip got undressed and took a shower himself. He came back and got into bed with Bee, who was watching the news. After watching the highlights of this night, Bee and Philip kissed and went to sleep.

The next morning, coming through the gate, little Philip was riding the black Mercedes. You couldn’t see any signs of the eyes when little Philip drove up to his parents’ house. He parked outside and went in. Everybody had been up and dressed before the sun came up. Bee was reading a Philadelphia Daily News. Philip sat across from her on a pit couch, talking on the phone.

Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad, said little Philip. He kissed his mother on the cheek, as they both greeted their son.

Bee was very pretty, thirty-six years old, with long black hair down past her shoulders. She was dressed in dark green slacks, blouse and shoes. She wore a big diamond wedding ring on her finger, diamond earrings in her ears. Philip was a month younger than Bee, with eyes just as brown. In tan slacks, black shirt, black suede shoes, he sat with his legs crossed, reading the Philadelphia Daily News. Little Philip was dressed in a double-breasted blue suit, silk black shirt, tie and shoes. His hair was cut short with a part, just like his father’s. His eyes were the same color.

Where’s Jimmy, little Philip asked.

Up at his computers, said Bee.

In this large, beautiful, extravagant-carpeted living room, there were six big portraits in gold frames on the walls. One of Miss. Marguerite Kinsman. Another of a thin, brown-skin man, dressed in a suit and tie. He was Philip’s, Sheena’s and Nicholas’ father. Another of a brown-skin, thin build woman, who looked to be in her sixties. Another was of a brown-skin woman, who was Bee’s mother. On another wall there was a brown-skin, very pretty woman with long black hair past her shoulders. The other was of Nicholas, dressed in a black tuxedo. Like the man whose picture was beside their mother’s, none of the men had much hair on their faces.

I’m going to see if he’s ready for me to take him to school, said little Philip, heading upstairs. Getting to the computer room, not only was Jimmy working at something, but Aztec and Kenny were, also.

Good morning, said Philip. All three turned around. They greeted him back with smiles. You ready to go to school?

Yep, Jimmy stated, cutting off the computer he was using. Jimmy was dressed in a silk tan shirt, slacks and black leather shoes. See you, Aztec, Kenny, said Jimmy.

See y’all, said Philip, telling them to take care of themselves. Both men were in their early thirties, with no hair on their faces, short haircuts. They sat in dress slacks, shirts and ties.

Little Philip and Jimmy went downstairs. They kissed Bee, telling Philip they’ll see them both later, then went out to the Mercedes. Fifteen minutes later, Aztec and Kenny came downstairs to where Bee and Philip were still sitting, but now with glasses of juice.

We found the location of the four of them, said Kenny.

Taking the sheets of paper from Kenny’s hand, Philip read the information and location of four former scientists: Denver, Colorado; Palm Springs, California; Huntingdon, Pennsylvania; South Europe, Italy. He noticed the information on one Richard Beloff, who had also been a former CIA agent. Handing these sheets of papers to Bee, Philip picked up a cell phone and dialed a number. A female voice answered at the other end.

Joeann, we have a location for y’all. He was also once CIA.

Okay, Philip, said Joeann.

Philip giving Joeann the information, he dialed another number to a person named Eddie. He told Eddie it was about that time and they were on their way to see him. Within the hour, a black van pulled up in front of a big church in North Philadelphia. Philip got out of the van and walked into the church. Bee, Aztec and Kenny waited in the van.

Inside the church, a priest stood talking to an old Spanish woman. Philip sat down in the back row and waited. The thin built, dark-skin priest talked with the old woman five more minutes before she thanked him and left. There were several other people here praying and sitting in the aisles. Philip went to the confession booth, where the priest also went.

Yes, my son?

Excuse me Father, for I have sinned.

And where have you sinned, my son?

Italy, said Philip, giving the priest all the information that was needed.

You’re forgiven, my son, said the priest.

Thank you, Father, said Philip, leaving the confession booth and church.

Father Mennien left the confession booth and went to the back of his church, where another priest of dark-skin complexion, in his habit as well, sat reading a Bible.

Father Mitchell, some very urgent responsibilities has come up. I would need you to care for things about a week while I’m gone. I may return sooner, but I’m sure I won’t be gone any longer than a week.

Yes, Father Mennien, said Father Mitchell, who looked to be in his same later thirties as Father Mennien.

*     *     *

Arriving in front of a house on a little street, still in North Philadelphia, Philip, Bee, Aztec and Kenny, got out of the van. Aztec rang a doorbell to the three-storey house. A brown-skin man opened the door. About 5'10" tall, no more than twenty-nine years old, he was very thin with a cigarette in his hand. You could see he wasn’t in the best of health, but he had a very pleasant smile.

Philip, Bee, Aztec, Kenny, come in.

The five of them sat in a nicely situated living room. With a comfortable couch and chairs, jazz played very low from the stereo. There was only one big picture on the wall. A woman carrying a basket of fruit.

Nice to see y’all on this lovely day, said Eddie.

Nice to see you, too, Eddie, said Philip.

About to take a drag off his cigarette, Eddie started coughing relentlessly. All four looked at him with sadness in their eyes.

Eddie, you should have been giving them up, said Bee.

Yeah, Bee, I think I better before these things kill me, he said, making a joke of it, as he started laughing, and making everybody else smile.

They gave Eddie the info, which he knew his instructions. They sat talking with Eddie an hour, before they hugged him and left.

The four of them headed to Huntingdon, Pa.

Fifteen minutes later, Eddie headed out in his red Pathfinder Jeep, with a cigarette in his mouth. He was heading for the airport.

At the same time, Joeann, who was very pretty, light-skin, thirty years old, red hair to her shoulders, big breasts, sat on a private airplane. She had loop earrings in her ears. She was dressed in a black silk outfit. The skirt had a slit up the side. Her shoes were red, along with her polished toenails. Sitting beside her was Brook, who was white with blond hair, very pretty, also with big breasts, thirty years old, wore the same outfit, but in the color green. Her earrings were a size bigger. Her shoes were black, and so were her toenails. Beside them were black briefcases.

Two white men sat across from them in black suits and ties. Both in their mid-thirties, one name was Eric. The other one name was Dean.

*     *     *

Little Philip came back from dropping Jimmy off at school. He parked the car and took his grandmother to see Nicholas in her Rolls Royce. When they got up to Nicholas’ room, Miss. Kinsman’s mother was there. This was the same older woman in the portrait on Philip’s and Bee’s living room wall.

Hey, Great-grand, said Little Philip, kissing his great-grandmother on her cheek, as she was sitting by Nicholas’ bed.

How’s my little man? asked the older Miss. Kinsman.

I’m alright, said Philip with a smile.

Hey, Mom, how you feel? asked Miss. Kinsman.

I’m alright, Marguerite, how are you?

I’m alright. How’s Nicholas?

Still the same. They gave him his exercise early this morning.

Good, said Marguerite, going over to kiss Nicholas on his cheek, telling him that she was here.

I’m here, also, Uncle Nicholas, said little Philip.

Nicholas received limb exercise daily by the hospital physical therapist. While he slept his ligaments had shortened over the years, and his body would take a condensed form in between his exercise periods. So Marguerite made arrangements to have her son extra exercised. An hour and a half had passed. The older Miss. Kinsman received a phone call saying her driver was out in front of the hospital waiting for her. Letting Marguerite and Philip know she would call them tonight, she kissed Nicholas, her daughter and great-grandson before she left.

Philip went to Nicholas’ room window and looked down the eight stories. He waited until he saw his great-grandmother being let into her light-blue up-dated Cadillac Fleetwood.

A couple more hours passed, Marguerite kissed Nicholas, told him she loved him and would see him tomorrow, before she and little Philip left.

*     *     *

Arriving at a blue house on an acre of land, they parked in front of the house. They got out of the van, walked to the front door and rang the bell.

A white man in his mid-fifties with a large nose, thinning hair on top, said, ‘Yes, can I help you?"

Yes, are you Dr. Thomas Spincer?

Yes, I am, he said.

You’re under arrest, said Philip, as Aztec and Kenny grabbed Dr. Thomas out of his doorway, heading to the van, while Bee shut his door. Opening a side door in the van, they shut it behind them.

What have I done? What is it I’m being arrested for? asked Dr. Thomas, who was German-American.

Aztec and Kenny said nothing, as they started taping his arms and legs together. Bee and Philip got in the van.

Dr. Thomas asked again, What am I being arrested for?

Mass murder, said Philip, as Aztec put tape over Dr. Thomas’ mouth. Kenny got in the driver’s seat and they headed back to the outskirts of Philadelphia.

*     *     *

Driving his grandmother home this day to Nat King Cole’s Unforgettable, they stopped over at Philip and Bee’s house to pick up Jimmy, who’s principal had driven him home after school. They left a message on the answering machine and they took Jimmy home with them, which was a mile down the road.

Marguerite Kinsman was like a grandmother to Jimmy. Grandmom is just what he called her. Once at the house, Marguerite sat on her pit couch in her front living room reading the Daily News. Duke and Duchess, Tip and Tipsy, lay across from her on the carpet, watching her on guard. Philip and Jimmy fixed their grand and themselves some steaks and fries.

They talked about his day in school and how Jimmy, who had been skipped up in grades twice already, would be getting skipped again. When their food was ready, Jimmy and Philip sat talking and eating with their grand in this large dining room.

With two see-through china closets filled with all different kinds of pottery, the matching dining room table could seat ten people. When they were done eating, Jimmy and Philip washed the dishes, then they went to another room to shoot some pool. Marguerite went back to her living room to make a few phone calls. Her pets followed her, taking their same places across from her. With the exception of Bee’s mother’s portrait, all the same that were on Philip’s living room walls were also on his mother’s living room walls. Although she didn’t have Bee’s mother’s picture in this room, she had pictures of her with others, in some of the other rooms.

*     *     *

It was dark now as they got close to a farmhouse. Philip made a phone call from his cell phone. We’ll be there, a voice said. They drove onto the farm that sat on three acres of land. They parked in the back of the house where a thin dark-skin man about thirty years old, 6'3" tall, a full beard and mustache. He was dressed in blue jeans, Timberland boots and a white T-shirt. After greeting each other, Aztec and Kenny grabbed Dr. Thomas by his feet, dragging him to the barn. There were three other men standing around a big boarded area that came up five feet high with a big cloth over it. Kenny and Aztec handed Dr. Thomas over to the two dark-skin and one light-skin regular built men. All three had on the same type of clothes as the one who had been waiting outside, but not as much hair on their faces as him.

They took the tape and clothes off of Dr. Thomas, until he was only in his undershorts. Through the whole time, Dr. Thomas was saying, I demand to know what’s going on here! They tied his hands together, then to a wire with a loop on it that was connected up over the boarded up area. One of them pushed a switch that pulled Dr. Thomas up over the boarded up area.

When Dr. Thomas hung six feet above, Philip said, Dr. Thomas, you was a major participator in Operation D.P,.P.

Showing a strange look in his eyes, he said, Operation D.P.P.? I have no knowledge of what you’re talking about.

I’m only going to ask you two more questions, Dr. Thomas, before I give you your just deserved punishment for what you participated in. Why you participated in Operation D.P.P., and where is the cure?"

I don’t know what you are talking about, said Dr. Thomas.

Philip looked at the man who was waiting outside when they arrived. He said, Crank-man, remove that cloth.

All four men pulled the cloth off the boarded area. Dr. Thomas’ eyes spoke before he did, as he said, I was only following orders! I was only following orders! I don’t know who’s in charge of the cure, please believe me!

But you know there is a cure, right?

Yes, yes, there is, but I don’t have any control over it. I don’t even know how to make it," Dr. Thomas said, looking back and forth from Philip to the pit, that was made into a swamp area with over fifteen alligators of all sizes.

Philip took a few steps and pushed the switch. Dr. Thomas was dropped in the pit. The alligators went to him, tearing him apart. Iiiii! Iiiii! Iiiii! you could hear until one alligator took his whole head off of his shoulders.

Philip and all the rest, watched this until one alligator took the rest of his body apart. Philip and all the rest watched this until there was nothing left of Dr. Thomas. They headed for home. Crank-man and his three put the cloth back over the pit. They got Dr. Thomas’ clothes together, cutting on a furnace and threw them in.

Locking this up, they headed into the house.

CHAPTER TWO

In a hotel room in Denver, Colorado, Eddie was sitting back with his shoes off watching a movie on TV, eating popcorn. In a hotel room in Palm Springs, California, Joeann and Brook lay across a king-size bed in lingerie, looking at some fashion magazines. In another room in this hotel, Eric and Dean sat playing cards. Father Mennien, who was still on an airplane heading for Italy, sat reading his Bible in a blue suit and tie.

*     *     *

It was only a fifty minute ride from the farm house to Philip’s and Bee’s mansion. Aztec and Kenny let Philip and Bee out of the van at the front gate and drove on. As Bee and Philip walked to the house, the eyes all over watched them until they went into their house. Bee checked her answering machine before she met Philip in the kitchen.

Receiving a glass of juice from her hand, Philip asked, What you going to cook?

What would you like?

Surprise me, said Philip, kissing Bee on her nose. Philip walked out of the kitchen to the living room, where he made several phone calls. Cutting the TV on to CNN, Philip sat back drinking his juice. Forty-five minutes passed.

Is Jimmy coming home tonight? asked Bee, walking into the room.

No, he’s staying over, and from school tomorrow, he’s staying there for the weekend.

The food will be ready in twenty minutes, said Bee, smiling as she walked back out of the room.

Philip took his jacket off. A 357 and 9 mm were in his shoulder holsters. He went to one of the bathrooms downstairs and washed his face and hands. By the time he was coming out, Aztec and Kenny had come in, who Bee also told to get ready so they could eat. All four met in the dining room that was similar to Marguerite’s. They sat eating and talking over T-bone steaks, whole potatoes, corn, salad, wheat bread, juice and chocolate cake. Aztec and Kenny had 9 mms in their should holsters.

When the four of them were finished eating, Bee and Philip went up to their room. Kenny went to the computer room and Aztec cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

I’m going to take a shower, said Bee, coming out of her clothes.

Me, too, said Philip, coming out of his.

Getting down to no clothes at all, Philip followed Bee into the shower. As the water came down, they soaped each other’s bodies. Bee turned around and asked her husband to wash her back. I’d love to, said Philip, taking the rag from her hand. Washing her back as requested, Philip started washing her buttocks, going between Bee’s legs. Turning Bee around, Philip started kissing her, pushing her under the streams of water, where he turned her back around and put both of her hands up against the wall. Bee spread her legs out and arched her body. He entered into her from behind. Ooh, ooh, Philip, she moaned from his penetration.

The next morning after breakfast, Bee stayed home. Philip, Aztec and Kenny headed into North Philly to make Philip’s Friday rounds.

*     *     *

In Denver, Colorado, Eddie had rented a car and was heading for his destination. In Palm Springs, Joeann and Brook were in a rented car being driven by Eric, while Dean rode shotgun. Father Mennien, who was sitting in his hotel room in his black clothes and white collar was reading his Bible, having a glass of juice.

*     *     *

Arriving in front of a little porch house on some land, Eddie cut the car off, taking a cigarette out of his mouth. Looking at it he said, I think I will quit smoking right now before these things really do kill me. Plucking his cigarette out the window, Eddie got out himself, in a gray suit and tie, walked up to the door and rang the bell.

A white man, 5'9 tall, kind of fat, in his early fifties, with black hair, said, Yes, can I help you?"

Yes, are you Dr. Edmund Stennett?

Yes, I am.

I’m Kevin Filbert. I called you this morning about some input you could give me in my science test, I would have to turn in next month.

Oh, yes, come in, said Dr. Stennett. Eddie was led into the house and taken to a study room. Sit down, sit down. Tell me, how can I help you? said Dr. Stennett, about to sit down himself.

Before I sit down, Dr. Stennett, will it be too much to let me shake a distinguishable man like yours, hand? asked Eddie.

Dr. Stennett showed a smile of impress. He said, Why, yes.

Eddie shook his hand with his right hand and said, Dr. Stennett, I just want you to know that O.D.P.P. was a very wrongful thing to take part in. Dr. Stennett’s eyes showed a look of surprise. With his other hand, Eddie pulled out a push-button knife. He stuck the six-inch blade in Stennett’s throat twice. As his other hand went up to his throat, the blood poured out. Stennett gagged as he tried to speak. At this moment, Eddie stabbed Stennett ten more times in his heart and chest, while looking Stennett in his eyes of surprise, fear and death. Stennett, now on his knees, was only being held up from Eddie holding his hand. Eddie looked down at Stennett. He stuck the knife deep into his right eye socket and left it there, before he let his hand go. Stennett, who was already dead for the most part, fell on his back.

*     *     *

Joeann and her companions got out of the car in front of a ranch house. They saw a white man in his mid-fifties, 6'1" tall, 200 pounds, salt and pepper hair and beard. He was dressed in a jeans outfit and cowboy boots. He stood in the doorway of this house.

Excuse me, are you Dr. Timothy Corbin? asked Joeann.

Yes, I am.

I talked to you this morning about a brief interview on ranch house living.

I didn’t know there would be so many of you to do an interview, said Dr. Corbin.

"Well, she and myself actually do the interview. They will be taking some pictures of your ranch, and if you reconsider to have