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"Bel Air: A Bard's Guide"

Prologue
Epilogue & Prologue

By michaelcahill

Previously, In book one we met the Bard. He is mentally ill, but high functioning. He is a poet and, at times, brilliant in his observations. He is often ignored because of his station in life and eccentric ways. He helped Tenaya Adrian and her partner, Lucy Smaldino, get to the bottom of the murder of Johnathon Blackwell Senior that turned out not to be a murder at all. Book two takes place immediately after the events of book one. The Bard is in the hospital. Blackwell Junior is in Jail for Blackwell Senior's murder, unaware that Senior is actually alive. Chief Sandoval is also in jail for conspiracy to commit Blackwell Senior's murder. Ruby Dancer is now the heir apparent to the Blackwell billions. She is the first-born daughter of Blackwell senior. We begin the story now as Lucy has learned that the Bard has survived his injuries, and she is running to his room to see him. He received his wound taking a bullet for her.

Lucy runs into the room to find the Bard conscious. He senses her presence.

"THEY think that I'M crazy! Let's go spot. Woof. Woof. Woof. Hi honey. You're home. How's Dr. Ricky?"

Lucy wove her way through a maze of wires and tubes, finding the source of those beautiful words and planted a soft kiss on them. The Bard was conscious and cognizant, at least by his usual standards. He was not out of the woods, medically speaking. The doctors predicted that the blindness in his right eye would resolve when the swelling in his brain subsided. Somehow, the fact that he lived made all of the bandages and IV's seem to be simple inconveniences. Some would describe his condition as "looking like hell".

"You look wonderful! You had me more worried than I ever wish to be, again... EVER".

"I never know how to get a ladies attention. Flowers? Candy? Reservations to Cats? I went with conquering hero. Will you go to the prom with me now? We'll have to enroll in High School. The other kids will make fun of us, of course. But, the boys will just be jealous because they haven't developed breasts yet. And the girls, well, they can't envy what they can have for the asking, now can they?"

Lucy laughed and the Bard joined her with a couple subdued chuckles. The morphine drip produced a half-asleep state that seemed oddly familiar to him. There is a point right before a person awakens from a dream when they realize that they are dreaming. The Bard knew that state well. The Bard usually existed in that state. He could tell the difference between the dreams that floated constantly through his mind and the reality that surrounded him, but for the most part, the dreams made more sense. Lucy, however, he did prefer to his alternate reality. Somehow, his dream girl had escaped to the real world.

The sound of running staff in an emergency hospital like County General didn't raise Lucy's eyebrows. A sense of gratitude that the attention focused elsewhere in the facility and not on this room made her smile. The Bard would recover in time.

Tenaya, Ruby and the others that had gathered in the waiting room had a different perspective on the commotion. Security guards didn't answer emergencies of a medical nature.

Winston! Tenaya had no problem making the leap of logic to Winston. In her mind, the security guards had to be running to Winston's room. She jumped up and joined them followed by Ruby who gestured for the other's to remain behind.

The officer's assigned to guarding Winston's room had hospital staff attending them. One lay prone on the floor unmoving. The other, a young officer named Brenda, stood rubbing her head while a doctor questioned her and shined a light in her eyes. Tenaya approached her.

"What happened?" Tenaya made note of the empty room.

Brenda, though in obvious distress, answered, "Two men disguised as doctors approached the room. We thought nothing of it. Simmons took a knife in the gut and I took a gun butt to the back of my head. They wheeled him… the prisoner… Winston… out. They went that way… the elevators… up". Brenda pointed down the hall at the bank of elevators.

Tenaya ran to the elevators, there were three on each side of the alcove. With the hospital on lockdown, none were operational. She noticed the middle elevator on the right had made it to "R". R for roof. She hit the stairwell running. It was eight floors to the roof. She knew it would be too late.

She arrived at the door to the roof and burst through with her service revolver drawn. The old man standing there with a push broom in his hand froze in place.

"What happened? What did you see?" Tenaya asked impatiently.

"They put the man in the wheelchair in the helicopter, jumped in and took off. They didn't even see me. I hid behind the turbines over there. The Channel 7 news chopper. I couldn't believe it really. Channel 7. I watch channel 5. I like the local news".

Tenaya laughed as she returned her revolver to the inside of her jacket. "Yep, I'm with you sir. I like to know what's going on around town. Who cares what's happening in Yemen?" She reached for the handle on the door. She wiggled the locked door handle and laughed again.

"Let me get that for you miss". The old man leaned his broom up against some kind of large metal structure that must have housed some kind of generator or something and opened the door for Tenaya.

Tenaya returned to find Ruby talking to a nurse in Winston's room. There were regular LAPD on scene now. She nodded to Ruby who came over immediately.

"They came to the room disguised as doctors. The officers didn't have a chance. Officer Lawrence is in surgery, he should be okay, no vital organs. A headache for Brenda there. The nurse says that Winston didn't have serious injuries. He wouldn't be in any danger with basic medical care. Damn. Easy as pie. They just wandered in waltzed out with him just like that. One of the cops told me they've already released the Chinese. No evidence. They have Winston's men on weapon's charges, but that's it. Crap, Tenaya. All that for what? The Bard almost killed. We don't even have Winston."

"No. That's okay. Winston's screwed. He doesn't have the money. The Chinese don't have the weapon. We did what needed to be done. We stopped the deal. That's what we wanted to do. We did good".

They walked to the Bard's room and found Lucy and the Bard laughing at God knows what. They joined in the laughter. Ruby picked up the L.A. Times front page that sat on the end of the Bard's bed and looked at it. She burst out with peals of laughter as she held it up to show the others. Lucy and Tenaya read the headline and howled with delight.

LILITH BLACKWELL SUES ESTATE FOR ONE BILLION DOLLARS

"I'M GONNA GET WHAT'S COMMIN' TO ME"!

Author Notes This would be both the last chapter of the first book and the first chapter of this book. We can't do that here, so it is the first chapter of this book. As always, suggestions and input are the saving graces of my writing life! Please feel free at all times to suggest, admonish or cajole as you see fit. I can't tell you how much difference you make!!

Chapter 1
The Quiet Before The Storm?

By michaelcahill

Previously, Winston didn't spend much time in the hospital before his people helped him escape. His men overpowered the guards to his room. He wasn't injured too severly so he was able to be moved. No one was killed in the escape. The Bards injuries were more serious, but he was expected to make a full recovery as well. Lucy's feelings for the Bard became clearer to her. After all was said and done, there wasn't much in the way of charges to be filed against Winston and his men. The deal to sell biological weapons to the Chinese was thwarted and Winston didn't get his hands on any money. So, the team was satisfied. Junior and Chief Sandoval were in jail. Winston was a fugitive. Harpster, as far as most of the world was concerned, was considered deceased. We continue now, as Tenaya and Lucy settle in to their new jobs.

Lucy sighed. The offices of their agency looked established. It seemed like a work in progress for the last three months. Even after Tenaya began working cases with her, a project to refurbish always seemed to be ongoing. Today, the secretary sat at her desk. The janitor emptied wastebaskets. Tenaya looked over a report in her office. It looked like a thriving business.

Tenaya sighed. She longed for some action. At this stage of the game, a simple spousal infidelity gig would do fine. Just something to get her and her partner out of the office. Everything concerning their number one client, Blackwell Publishing had become a date circled on a calendar. The criminal cases plodded along. She understood that and, being a former Bel Air detective, expected it. The civil cases dragged on as well. She had worked Bel Air long enough to know that vast sums of money don't change hands without a great deal of legal posturing.

"The Bel Air Detective Agency" had success written all over it. It couldn't miss from day one. Their first client, Johnathon Blackwell Senior, couldn't switch to another agency if he wanted to. This agency knew he was alive. No other agency could know that. The number one priority of the agency was to protect that secret.

Down the street, Ruby Dancer sang into the most expensive microphone she had ever seen. She sang harmony with Nat King Cole. Well, not actually Nat King Cole, of course, but an old recording her mother, Diamond, had discovered in the archives while rummaging around. He sang Silent Night accompanied by a cello and a flute. The old reel-to-reel tape had rather good sound quality, having sat on a shelf over fifty years. Diamond could scarcely believe that the soulful and plaintive voice on that tape belonged to the smooth crooner that people remembered Nat King Cole to be. This would be a song that Diamond would never tire of listening to. For Ruby, it represented the last cut on her very first album. She had pulled out all the stops producing and performing on this album.

The critiques had already grumbled about "the money can't buy talent" aspect of it already. Bastards! They haven't even heard a note and they're judging it. Those were Ruby's thoughts when she read that article in the Calendar section of The Times. It gave her even more resolve. The album had duets with some of the greats, living and dead, on one side and Diamond's original songs on the other side. Diamond had collaborated with Harpster on most of them, but for obvious reasons his name couldn't appear on the project. The harp playing on the album was credited to Juano Esmuerta. That was Q's little inside joke to add to the project. (Juan-no-es-muerta… John is not dead)

Harpster lived at the mansion, once again, incognito. It proved more difficult then he first imagined. His pursuit of Diamond was not the swans dancing in the moonlight fairytale he had hoped. Diamond came from a rough background and had a well-justified mistrust of men in general. She had a special distrust for smooth talking disarming types like Harpster. But, the attraction was there, she couldn't deny that. The going was slow, but the movement was forward. Ruby loved her father. There was no doubt that they were of a feather.

Harpster didn't realize how active he was until he became inactive. He felt like a prisoner in the house that he paid for. He loved his mother and enjoyed her company. His brother Daniel had some great stories to tell and they had always been close. He couldn't be happier that the shrill Lilith had been maneuvered out of the mansion by Q. The only uncommon thing to brighten the day would be when the Bard would pop in for a visit.

The Bard recovered rapidly from his injuries and came out of it none the worse for wear. The going was slow with Lucy though. All the love in the world didn't make him less mentally ill. That still existed and hindered the chance that they could ever be a real couple. However, whatever one would call their relationship, it was satisfying to them.

The playhouse and attached tree house had officially become his home and the appointments made to it were quite comfortable. He had everything he needed for his writing and music, as well as cable T.V. and suitable appliances. He lived much as he did before. He collected cans and recyclables, as he always had, even though he didn't need to. He enjoyed the interaction. He enjoyed being the Bard of Bel Air. He had to be the Bard. His life depended on it.

The truth be known, the events on the docks and the severe wound he suffered triggered memories that he had suppressed for quite some time. Lucy knew as some of the wall around him crumbled to the demands of his heart that a great deal of his persona was by design. He hid behind the Bard for dear life. It protected him from the true pain of his existence. It provided a shield between his lot in life and his remarkable potential.

did you see that?
no, I guess you don't have eyes like mine
mine paint the sky
with memories on fields of blue
mostly shades of red
                the hues of war
                                fire
                                anger
                                blood
                                embarrassed platitudes
                                                that make less and less sense
I jump on insanity's carousel
                my sanity thus protected

"Hey, Bard. How's that head?" Charlie Sheen's day-to-day interactions with people were nothing like what people read about in the tabloids. As far as the Bard could tell, he was just Charlie that put out his own trash and recycled. Well, when he was in town that is.

"As good as it's gonna get I'm afraid. I think they left too much in. I find myself caring once in a while. It's very distracting". The Bard delivered that without cracking a smile.

Charlie laughed heartily at that. "I know what you mean. Yep, you're on the money there". He was still laughing as he went back inside.

The Bard put the two sacks of Pepsi bottles in his cart and continued down the road. A quick right down the alley and he arrived home. He went up into the tree house to take a look at the mansion. Nothing much went on there anymore. Harpster's pretend death and renewed love for Diamond kept him housebound for the most part. The wild nightlife had become a thing of the past.

Tonight with the sun setting, the Blackwell mansion looked eerily empty. The Bard decided to go take a look. He had some lyrics to show Harpster anyway. They often collaborated on material. The Bard never allowed Harpster to give him songwriting credit, but he had a private ledger and saw to it that the Bard's needs were always met usually behind the Bard's back.

He pushed the front door in which wasn't locked. "Moneygram. Singing Birthday Gram. Your Stripper has arrived, Lincoln." Total silence greeted his witty greetings. He walked through the house that seemed disheveled. It didn't look like a major struggle had taken place. It looked unkempt. It looked as though it hadn't been tended to. That was decidedly out of character for the Blackwell Mansion.

He went downstairs and again silence greeted him. He noticed the light flashing above the safe room. He pushed the intercom button. "Who's in there? It's the Bard".

"The Bard? Are you alone? Is it safe?" It was Esmeralda, Harpster's mother.

Author Notes Life resumes. Life has changed for many, but it has returned to somewhat the same routine for the Bard. Input, critique and suggestions are always anxiously sought. Please feel free to offer anything that occurs to you. It is most appreciated.

characters: Updated for book 2

Johnathon Blackwell Senior-Harpster, deceased former owner of a music conglomerate. Death prematurely announced. Actually kidnapped and now in hiding.

Johnathon Blackwell Junior- Senior's son and heir apparent to the family fortune. Currently in prison for Mudering Harpster. He is unaware the his father is alive.

Lilith Blackwell- Widow of Blackwell Senior and claimant to the estate. Filed billion dollar civil suit.

The Bard-Stewart Slater, homeless, writer, musician, mentally ill. witness to the death of Harpster amongst other things.

Detective Tenaya Adrian- lead is there is a murder to investigate.

Detective Lucy Smaldino, Tenaya's partner

Lincoln- The Blackwell family butler.

Ruby Dancer- singer and Daughter of Harpster though she doesn't know anything about it. Revealed to be his daughter at the end of book 1. Now the heir to the Blackwell estate.

Diamond Dancer- mother of Ruby and former mistress of Harpster. Refuses to tell Ruby anything about her father. Forced to reveal that Harpster was Ruby's father.

Dr. Khin- The Blackwell personal family physcian--Killed by Winston in the first book.

"Q & A"-- Q Aubrey Langstan--"Q" The Blackwell family attorney. Loyal to Harpster.

Daniel- Blackwell Senior's Deaf brother.

Esmeralda "Emma" Blackwell- Blackwell Seniors Mother

Winston- Blackwell Senior's son. War hero turned mercenary. Kidnaped father and the Bard. Accused of conspiracy to murder his father. Warrant is out, he's at large.

Chapter 2
Back From the Dead & A Kidnapping

By michaelcahill

In Chapter One, Tenaya and Lucy settled in to their new detective agency. Harpster moved back to the mansion incognito while Lilith was convinced by Q to move out. Winston's whereabouts was unknown. The Bard returned to his life on the streets of Bel Air with a much improved club house. The events and injuries sustained by the Bard had triggered some memories of his military days that troubled him somewhat. Upon returning home one day he noticed the Blackwell mansion strangely empty. Upon entering through the unlocked front door he discovered that everyone had retreated to the safe room downstairs. We continue now as the door opens and the Bard finds out what happened.

"Yes. That concludes your ride. May I suggest dinner at the Pirates of the Playboy Mansion? Bring your plastic… and cash, of course… no… too deep. Gifts are available at Wal Mart. There is one ruining your town right now". The Bard stepped back as the light shut off and the door opened.

The first one out, Diamond, smiled. "Could you direct me to Fantasyland?"

The Bard whispered, "It's down this walkway here, but the Orgasmatron is down for repair".

Diamond burst out laughing and couldn't think of a comeback.

Harpster didn't look to be in a good mood. "Where is Lincoln?"

"No one is here. I came in through the front door. Well, to be perfectly honest, I opened it first. I didn't mean to imply anything magical". The Bard looked into the safe room to see who else would be coming out.

"No Lincoln? Where the hell did he go? I saw the Humvee pull up on the monitor. Well, I suppose I was being a little paranoid. I got us all in the safe room… just in case, you know. Winston? Some of his men up to no good? I thought it was the smart thing to do. Safety first. And now that fool isn't here. What do you suppose that means?" Harpster looked puzzled.

"The prosecution calls Lincoln the Loquacious! Is it true, empty chair, that you know everything and you are inanimate? Ha! You have no leg to stand on. Well… you got me there. Your honor? I object to this line of questioning. There isn't a grain of truth in what this witness isn't saying. This whole trial is one big oak. Get it?" The Bard walked back and forth and stopped in front of Esmeralda. "Your witness".

Harpster had a call in to Tenaya already. "Lincoln is missing. They either took him or he went willingly. I don't know which. But, that puts a crimp in our cases. That's our best witness. Best get over here and do some detecting. No, no one is hurt. No injuries or damage. Yes… safe room."

Harpster didn't address anyone in particular. "Tenaya and Lucy are on their way. This isn't good. Lincoln knows a lot. I should've listened to Lucy and not let him in on anything. Well, nothing changes really. Winston still can't let on that I'm alive to anyone. I think it might be time to think about coming back to life though".

"It's been done. So cliché really. Ah yes. The wife will be deeeeeeelighted! I don't know nuthin about birthin' no husbands. That was cold, baby. Get it? That was cold. Haha hehehe hohohoooo! Ya know honey my buddy Walt and I were thinking of opening a frozen food delivery service for zombies. Well, I think you should wait. You got nuthin' on these guys if you're not murdered".

"Yeah. That's a consideration. I know that there is more to dig up on all of them. That chief is as corrupt as hell. No telling the dirty dealings he's been in on or the people he's put away unfairly. And Junior. He's just walking, talking trouble. Everything he touches goes to hell. He needs to stay where he is for now. Besides, he had no problem covering up my murder. I'm supposed to have sympathy for him? Okay, we carry on as is for the time being. Let's see what the girls have planned".

~~~~~~~~~~~

The Amber Alert came over Tenaya's smart phone. The alarm from her phone still fell under the novelty category as it had just been introduced as a feature in Los Angeles County. The first alert had been a flash flood warning in the Antelope Valley about seventy-five miles north. Then a series of Amber alerts over the last couple weeks. The name on this one startled her. "Pull over".

"What is it?" Lucy knew to trust Tenaya's instinct. Tenaya didn't over react to anything.

Tenaya held her phone up for Lucy to read.

The name leapt out at her. "Angela Blackwell".

Lucy pulled from the curb and sped to the Blackwell mansion. Angela was Junior's daughter and Harpster's granddaughter. Matters of DNA were not a factor as far as Harpster was concerned when it came to Angela or any of Junior's kids. He accepted them as grandkids and biology had nothing to do with it.

Tenaya called Harpster. "Listen. Angela's been kidnapped. I have no information. Amber alert. Were almost at the house. Call Susan and find out what she knows. I know that bastard Winston has something to do with this. Christ, his own niece".

Calling Susan wouldn't be necessary. The knock on the front door turned out to be Susan Blackwell, wife of jailed Junior Blackwell and mother of the missing Angela Blackwell.

Esmeralda answered the door and Susan fell into her outstretched arms.

"Oh, Emma, what am I to do? John's assets are frozen. I have nothing. Is Ruby here? Can she help me? I don't even know what they want. Is it Winston? Why?"

"You come in here and sit down. No one knows anything. The detectives are on their way over. Have you heard from anyone? Have you been contacted?" Emma and Susan had always been close. Junior had his money to make. It didn't leave much time for family life.

Harpster monitored all of this from the security room. He called Q. "You need to get down here. That bastard's kidnapped my little Angela. WHAT? You've got to be kidding me. How the hell could you allow that to happen? Well, yes… I know, but… it's a murder case… accessory… made bail…Sandoval too? Christ! Just get here".

Junior made bail. He had a routine bail hearing that morning and the judge substituting for the vacationing Judge Balderrama had set bail at one million dollars. He had been held at no bail up to that point. Junior was out and so was Chief Sandoval.

Harpster left the security room and headed upstairs.

"Oh my God!" Needless to say, Susan was surprised to see Johnathon Blackwell Senior. She hadn't seen him since his funeral. Well, she didn't actually see him there. He wasn't actually there. He was in cryogenic deep freeze at the institute. Well, apparently he wasn't there either.

"Well" the Bard interrupted, "that is a rather lofty assessment. I would say that he is A god, but not THEE God. But, I do think highly of him myself."

Diamond couldn't help but laugh. Everyone else had their own reasons for keeping there laughter to themselves.

Harpster walked up to Susan, "I'm sorry about this deception. It's a long story. All that matters now is that little girl. Don't you worry. We are in this together. This is family. My loyalty is with you and Angela. Don't doubt that for a second".

Tenaya and Lucy walked through the open front door.

Tenaya looked at Harpster and said, "I thought you were dead".

Harpster smiled and said, "Opinions vary".

The Bard looked at Lucy and said, "I heard you were a Goddess".

Lucy smiled and said, "You heard correctly".

long did the King
demand his service

now the Queen commanded

the King once ruled

now he looked to the Queen
for her favor

to rule or to be ruled

night and day

Author Notes Looks like everybody is loose and there is a kidnapping. But, who kidnapped Angela Blackwell and why? Input and suggestions always desperately sought. Your ideas are amazingly helpful. Please feel free to offer them. Your critiques are also welcome. It all helps!

characters: Updated for book 2

Johnathon Blackwell Senior-Harpster, deceased former owner of a music conglomerate. Death prematurely announced. Actually kidnapped and now in hiding.

Johnathon Blackwell Junior- Senior's son and heir apparent to the family fortune. Currently in prison for Mudering Harpster. He is unaware the his father is alive.

Lilith Blackwell- Widow of Blackwell Senior and claimant to the estate. Filed billion dollar civil suit.

The Bard-Stewart Slater, homeless, writer, musician, mentally ill. witness to the death of Harpster amongst other things.

Detective Tenaya Adrian- lead is there is a murder to investigate.

Detective Lucy Smaldino, Tenaya's partner

Lincoln- The Blackwell family butler.

Ruby Dancer- singer and Daughter of Harpster though she doesn't know anything about it. Revealed to be his daughter at the end of book 1. Now the heir to the Blackwell estate.

Diamond Dancer- mother of Ruby and former mistress of Harpster. Refuses to tell Ruby anything about her father. Forced to reveal that Harpster was Ruby's father.

Dr. Khin- The Blackwell personal family physcian--Killed by Winston in the first book.

"Q & A"-- Q Aubrey Langstan--"Q" The Blackwell family attorney. Loyal to Harpster.

Daniel- Blackwell Senior's Deaf brother.

Esmeralda "Emma" Blackwell- Blackwell Seniors Mother

Winston- Blackwell Senior's son. War hero turned mercenary. Kidnaped father and the Bard. Accused of conspiracy to murder his father. Warrant is out, he's at large.

Susan Blackwell-Johnathon Blackwell Junior's wife

Angela Blackwell- Susan and Junior's daughter

Chapter 3
Harpster The Friendly Ghost!

By michaelcahill

Previously, we learned that Junior and Chief Sandoval had been released on bail by a substitute judge. Angela Blackwell, the Daugter of Junior and Susan Blackwell and Harpster's granddaughter was kidnapped. The Bard discovered the household in the safe room and Lincoln missing. We pick up now as Tenaya and Lucy have arrived to begin investigating the kidnapping. Someone is trying to open the front door.

The sound of a key wiggling in the door lock caught everyone's attention. Everyone had a curious puppy look on their face with their head slightly cocked to the side. The locks had been changed, so it had to be someone that had an old key.

The patience of the individual trying to gain entrance waned and the brass doorknocker began to strike against the shiny brass plate. It made a large noise and caused everyone's head to shift to the other side.

Finally, a male voice began to call out to Lincoln using colorful epitaphs describing body parts and casting aspersions on his ancestry, alluding to possible animal involvement. The language proved to be colorful and interesting and included pairings of words that were quite unusual.

The Bard, realizing that Lincoln had left some time earlier, went into action and approached the door. He reached for the handle and opened it.

"What the hell are YOU doing here? Where the hell is Lincoln?" Junior stormed through the door as though he owned the place. Indeed, he thought he did.

"Hi honey, welcome home. Did you remember to pick up Marsha's dress at the cleaners? We're having meat loaf tonight. Marsha has a date with the captain of the football captain. He's the big man on campus you know." The Bard closed his eyes and leaned forward with his lips puckered.

Diamond burst out laughing. Junior turned red with anger. He hadn't noticed his thought-to-be-dead, on-ice father standing off to his right, yet.

"What the hell is wrong with you idiots? What the hell is this black bitch doing in my house? I thought I sent her ass back to the swamp… Can somebody… "

He didn't get a chance to finish that last sentence. The Bard had him face down on the ground with both hands around his head.

"I saw this in a movie one time. Arnold ripped this guy's head off and bowled a perfect game with it. But, he never came baaaack. I think he ran off with the butler. I think you've probably said everything you have to say. Am I guessing correctly, Alex? Do I win the dream vacation?" The Bard had no expression on his face whatsoever. Everyone froze in place.

Well, everyone except Diamond. "I am a bitch, you got that right. But I'm more of a deep brown really. You can let him up now. I got this."

The Bard got off Junior and Harpster walked over and extended his hand. Junior reached up, grabbed the hand, and began to pull himself up. A moment later, he glanced up and saw the face attached to the hand and fell back to the ground. He didn't move. He didn't make a sound.

"By order of the coroner I thouroughly examined him. And he is not the least bit dead. He's clearly not been ever dead." The Bard sounded so much like a munchkin from the Wizard of Oz that Junior feared a bolt of fire from Diamond who screamed with laughter. Everyone could plainly see that were it not for the peels of laughter, she would be singing "The Lollipop League".

Junior sat there stunned. The laughter and momentary release quickly subsided, as the seriousness of the current situation returned to cover everyone like a frozen blanket.

Susan walked up to her speechless husband. "They've kidnapped Angela. All of this other crap can wait. Your daughter is all that matters now. You WILL step up to the plate and be a father, starting right now."

"Kidnapped? What? Who? I just got out of jail… wrongly accused" he looked at his father, still in shock, "that should be obvious. This woman" he looked at Diamond, "is in my house. I don't have any idea what the hell is going on. I think someone better tell me. In fact someone best tell me what I've been doing in jail for killing a man that is standing here alive?" Junior didn't present an imposing figure standing up let alone sprawled out bewildered on the ground.

Harpster couldn't respond, as Tenaya had already jumped to her feet and stood over Junior. "I'll have you back in county in a heartbeat, idiot. You are by no means out of any woods. If you haven't heard, attempting to commit a crime is a crime too. We've got bigger fish to fry. You're even in this house because we may need you in getting your daughter back."

Junior had enough sense to respond appropriately. "I'm for that. I love my daughter."

"With that in mind, what part did you play in her kidnapping and where is she?" Tenaya went right into detective mode and began attempting to eliminate her first suspect.

Junior, clearly shocked, stammered his reply, "I… I… was in jail… I… I wouldn't kidnap my own daughter. I don't know anything. Just… help me find her. That's all I care about. Don't waste time on me. I don’t… I would never… it isn't me. You have to believe that. Tell her, Susan, you know how much I love Angela."

Susan just looked at him with something between pity and contempt. It was a familiar look, but no one had seen fit to come up with a name for it. "I don't think he had anything to do with it."

Lucy walked up to Tenaya. "Our first suspect may also be a victim, Lincoln. We know that a dollar turns his head. I have never had complete trust in him. But, I must say, I was beginning to think of him as part of the team. He came through when the chips were down."

Tenaya bit her lip, "Yep, I feel the same. We can't rule him out though. He had dealings with Winston and we know Winston's a suspect. If we rule them out then we are behind the eight ball. Anybody could be after millions of dollars."

Tenaya looked at Susan, "Does he" she glanced at Junior who remained on the floor, "have any enemies?"

Susan looked to be on the verge of laughter. All that came out sounded like an exaggerated sigh. "He has a tendency to make people unhappy. But, it is mainly entertainment people, singers, musicians, agents and the like. No one that would go to this extent I don't think. Dad's the big player really. John was on the fringe for the most part, new talent, oldies concerts… stuff like that."

"I have to ask, your marriage? Jealous mistress? Wild affair? Don't hold anything back. Your daughters life could be at stake. Even if you only suspect something… "

"Well, he has his tawdry affairs, not that I care, but there is nothing to be jealous off. Just untalented floozies trying to sleep there way to a record deal… and succeeding, I might add. After fifteen years with him, I don't have much interest in men." She looked at Junior, with more resignation than disgust, but plenty of both.

Tenaya looked at Junior, for a moment and shook her head, as if dismissing the possibilities that anything in his world could be involved. "I doubt the tapes are here, but lets check."

The Bard and Harpster went with Tenaya to the security room and discovered that Tenaya had assumed correctly. The day's tapes had been removed.

The Bard said, "Damn, that secretary has done it again. The information on those tapes could've exonerated me. Now, we'll never know… no? Too obscure?"

Harpster smiled at the obscure reference. I guess that’s why we're friends, I'm the only one that knows what he's talkin' about. Tenaya smiled as well. I know about the Nixon tapes. He always underestimates me.

Harpster chuckled under his breath and walked over to four old VCR's on a shelf. He pushed the eject button's one at a time and removed the warm VHS tapes from them. "I expect you won't make fun of my security system again. Ready for an episode of Harpster's Most Wanted?"

Author Notes Trying to keep International intrigue out of this! Any suggestions or ideas. Love the input and help. It is most appreciated and keeps me on track more than you can imagine. Feel free to make any suggestions.

Chapter 4
Angela At Sea, Is It Uncle Barry?

By michaelcahill

Previously, Angela is kidnapped, Junior and the Chief are out on bail. Harpster has made himself known to a few select people in order to assist in finding Angela. Lincoln is missing and so are the surveilance tapes from the new security system. Luckily the old securtiy system is still functioning and, though out dated, there may be information to glean from the tapes left behind. We pick up the story, now, as Tenaya and Lucy, along with the other's, prepare to look at the old VHS tapes.

The tapes didn't cover the grounds and interior of the building like the new system did. It did cover the driveway and showed the Humvee pulling into it. It showed everyone but Lincoln exiting towards the safe room. Lincoln answered the door slowly and a man that nobody recognized entered. Lincoln didn't seem to be distressed until two other armed men rushed in pointing their weapons at him.

Even then, his reaction seemed mild, along the lines of "that isn't necessary", as opposed to, "Oh my God! What the hell are you doing!" The tapes showed Lincoln, accompanied by the three men, removing the DVD's from the new security system. He handed the discs over to the unknown man. The two armed men appeared relaxed with their weapons by their side.

A discussion appeared to take place and they gestured towards the safe room. Lincoln raised his arms as if to say, "there's nothing that can be done about it". They left it at that and all proceeded out the front door. By the time they reached the Humvee, all weapons were secure; they entered the vehicle and drove off.

"It didn't look much like an abduction." Lucy spoke in subdued tones.

Tenaya seemed thoughtful as well. "Yes, I agree. But, it didn't exactly look like a lunch date either. I don't know what to make of it. We know this, Lincoln is gone and Angela is kidnapped, almost at the same time. The odds of that being unrelated are… well, I hate math."

Tenaya looked at Lucy, "What do we know?"

"School gets out at 2PM; Angela begins walking home with a group of friends. Nothing special. Same thing every day. The group thins out as kids go their separate ways. Finally, its Angela and Adam Claireborne. He's been walking her home all year. They're an item. Serious, as these things go in the eighth grade. They're on they're way to Adam's house, the Claireborne estate. They have the Montessori school there right on the property. But, they get within two blocks, a black van pulls up and calls out her name. According to Adam, she stops at the sound of her name and looks over. Two men in masks jump out knock Adam to the ground, scoop up Angela, dive in the van and off they go. That's what we know."

Tenaya looked at the window, but not out of it, just in that direction. "Lincoln leaves here at 1:30. There's plenty of time, but he's in a Humvee with three other guys. Why switch vehicles? Adam didn't recognize anyone. He knows Lincoln. So, these are different men. Are they part of the same group? Probably… certainly… how the hell could they not be? Does it matter?"

"Why Angela? Don't we have to ask that question?" Susan hadn't said a great deal up until now. When it came to the brains of the Junior-Susan partnership, Susan cornered the market. She parlayed teen stardom into solid investments and had money to burn in her own right. It wasn't Blackwell-level wealth, but it certainly ranked up there as far as most rich people went.

Junior had his usual arrogant but ignorant response. "Money, isn't that what it always is?"

Susan looked at him like he was the cause of salmonella poisoning worldwide. "We know that, darling. Bluto, the goldfish in that tank over there, told us." She shook her head in disgust. "He" she gave a thumb gesture to indicate Junior, "has been in jail. Ruby is the heir of the estate. Very few people as I understand it know that Dad here is actually alive. How would anyone know that money to pay for Angela's return even exists?"

"Every knows it's Wiiiin....ston. dum…dum…dum… And Winston has stooooormy eyes…" The Bard stopped with his arm outstretched like a statue. Everyone continued the conversation as though that was perfectly normal.

Lucy spoke. "Exactly, Winston. But, Lincoln knew as well. Everyone else is in this room knows. Who am I missing?"

The Bard chimed in. "Like everyone that digs the best harp player in the world, music lovers. Can you dig it? All those hipsters layin' down those tracks. But, you know musicians. Trustworthy, loyal, close-mouthed, true blue, rock solid, salt of the earth, pillars of salt from the Morton company. When it rains, it pours. Noah? Your ark's parked in a handicapped space. That's gonna cost you. In other words, it's not a big secret like Junior wetting the bed."

"He's right, Lucy; we haven't kept him that well hidden. Winston's a speed freak talking a mile a minute. It isn't that big a secret really. Hell, the Cryogenic Institute, where he is supposed to be in deep freeze, knows he's not there…"

"Walt's already coming out with a movie. 'My Life On Ice'. How to get ahead in life. Success against all odds. Harpster ain't here. That's all folks. Damn Porky Pig. Put some pants on! Whore!"

Diamond grabbed the Bard by the arm. "I think we need a drink. By "we", I mean me." She went off laughing while the bard sang "When You Wish Upon a Star" in a spot on Walt Disney voice.

The conversation went on for some time. Finally, Tenaya decided to take some steps and get something moving. "Here is the plan. First of all, we are all on truce status. Whatever battles we have to fight, can wait. All that matters right now is that little girl. Harpster, I can't imagine what you'll tell Lilith should the need arise. I'm advising everyone here that for the time being, Johnathon Blackwell Senior remains on ice outside of this house. We don't need the sideshow. That's just a distraction. That means Junior here is off limits for now. Lucy and I are going to interview people at the school. I want to talk to Adam."

Lucy spoke under her breath to Tenaya, "We should take the Bard, kids love him".

"I agree. He gets them to loosen up better than anyone I've seen, including the pros in psych. Let's hit it."

The three of them jumped into Tenaya's car and sped off towards the school.

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The darkness made it impossible to know the exact location in which she woke up. But, Angela Blackwell knew the familiar rocking motion of a body of water. That didn't eliminate much territory on earth, it being seventy percent covered by it. Somehow, being in a boat on a body of water in the dark seemed more foreboding than a room in an unknown building somewhere. That is how she felt anyway.

Living on the California coastline made bodies of water, specifically the Pacific Ocean, readily available in a short time. Whatever they had given her had taken quick effect and she had no sense of elapsed time. The room had no natural light entering it and no artificial light on, day or night, a mystery.

"Hello. Is anybody there?" An answer might not be what she wanted to hear, but she asked the question. Was there another option?

A light came on, a bright light that flooded the room and her eyes in an almost painful way. She couldn't make out the figure standing in the glare at first. Slowly, the figure of a woman came into focus. The woman smiled.

"There is no reason to be afraid. You will not be harmed. Your mother knows why you are here and she knows what to do to get you back home where you belong. I'm Elsa. Are you hungry, Scooter?"

Angela sat there with her mind reeling. Scooter? She hadn't been called that in years. Who was that? That man… mom's friend… Uncle Barry. Yeah, that's it. Where is this? "Hungry, ah yes… I guess so. Where are we. I mean… we're on the water… but, where? Is this Uncle Barry's boat?" She was sharp as a tack. If Elsa thought she was a typical little girl, she was mistaken.

Author Notes Moving along. Your input has been most helpful. Feel free to offer any and all suggestions that occur to you. I am always open to critique and any thoughts you might have. It is all considered and most appreciated.

Chapter 5
Kids At Sea, King Kong-The Truth

By michaelcahill

Previously, The tapes were inconclusive. They showed Lincoln leaving with three men, but it wasn't clear whether it was voluntary or not. Angela woke up in the dark, but it was clear to her she was on the water. A light came on in the room and a woman named Elsa was standing there. She called Angela, "Scooter" which was a nick-name an old boyfriend of her mother's used to call her. Her mother called him uncle Barry, as though Angela didn't realize that he was an affair she was having. We pick up the story now as Angela attempts to get information out of Elsa as to where she is and who has abducted her.

"What? Uncle Barry. Who in the… B. K. Yeah. Barry. I guess so. This is his boat. He isn't your uncle, honey, that I can guarantee you. Where did you get that idea?" Elsa looked puzzled.

"That is what my mother told me. She said he was Uncle Barry. You called me Scooter. He's the only one that ever called me that. So, I figured it was Uncle Barry. I hope I didn't get him in trouble or anything. Are you his wife or something?" Angela looked devilishly innocent.

"Ha! He knows your mother, yes. He knows her quite well. I know your mother quite well also. Now, enough questions. You said you are hungry. Can I bring you lunch? Perhaps you'd like to come up on deck and get some sun." Elsa smiled the smile of someone that knew something that someone else didn't.

Angela knew damned well that Barry had no Blackwell blood in his veins. She knew when she heard the term "Uncle", when she was an eight year old that it stood for "don't let the kid know I'm cheating on Dad". Angela had no illusions about her parent's marriage. It didn't traumatize her. Broken or dysfunctional homes don't destroy every kid that is in one. Truth be known, they are just additional excuses in a world founded on them.

She thought independently and had thought that way for some time. She had never been Momma's little princess or Daddy's little girl. She had always been herself. She had to be. The scene on the deck of the boat was not what she expected. It looked like a family vacation more than anything. There were other children and none of them looked distressed. The boat bobbed in the water, anchored in calm waters. A couple of men fished with long sturdy looking pools from the stern. What chilled her, though, was the lack of any land mass on any horizon. They were in the middle of what she assumed was the Pacific Ocean. She had no idea where. That did frighten her.

A couple kids, at the urging of Elsa, approached her. She noted that they were extremely tan and very subservient to Elsa's instructions. They approached Angela with what could only be called false cheer. A boy and a girl walked towards her.

The boy extended his hand. "Trip. And this is Antoinette, but we call her Nettie. She doesn't like it."

Angela extended her hand. "Trip, Antoinette, I'm Angela. What are we doing here? Are you kidnapped?"

Trip looked at the ground. Antoinette froze and a look of fear came over her. She stammered, "Would you like to come over and join us? We're playing hearts. It's a card game. We can teach you if you don't know it. Lunch will be ready soon."

"You didn't answer my question. Are we prisoners here? Are you kidnapped? Where are we?"

Trip whispered to her. "Don't let them hear you. You'll be punished. Just go along with what they tell you. It's not so bad. Nothing happens if you follow the rules. You don't want punishment… believe me. Now, just come along. Maybe we can talk later. We have to be careful. Please trust me." He looked earnest. He seemed perhaps a year or two older than Angela did, while Antoinette seemed perhaps nine or ten years old. Their deep tans somehow made it more difficult to tell.

Angela whispered to Trip, "how many?"

Trip looked around and pretended to be playing, as he leaned in, "Eight… on this boat."

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In Beverly Hills, the seventh, eighth and ninth grades were in a school together. The school district called it middle school and it was the norm in Los Angeles County, with a few exceptions. Though Angela had only reached twelve years of age, she had skipped the fifth grade, which put her in the eighth grade with thirteen-year-old Adam. Thomas Bradley Middle School was named after the popular former mayor of Los Angeles. Mayor Bradley was one of the first black men elected to be mayor of a major United States City. Los Angeles was the second largest city in the United States. There was no middle or high school in Bel Air. Beverly Hills was a city of the elite rich in its own rite. Adam came from old money just like Angela, though not quite as much of it.

The principal of the school, Denise Delacroix took the rule of her domain seriously. She would not have her school disrupted by anyone, and that included private detectives. She couldn't be called old, being only in her early forties, but her demeanor gave one the impression of a matronly old spinster.

"We are here to see Ms. Delacroix." Tenaya spoke in a strictly business voice. She called it her cop voice. It was actually taught as part of the curriculum at the police academy, as part of the training. Attitude is ninety percent of control. It was a lesson learned and practiced to this day.

The secretary, a young lady looking to belong in one of the classes, as much as she did behind the desk, indicated that she would announce their presence. A moment later she said, "She will see you now."

She motioned for them to follow her. She opened the door and they filled in.

The Matronly, though young woman spoke in an effected voice, as though she were in a Disney cartoon, making fun of rich, old woman with monocles. "We won't be having a circus here at Thomas Bradley Middle School."

"I think it's a little late for that, if I may be so bold. Lovey, bring the suitcase please. Ginger has a run in her pantyhose. Perhaps some old money will sooth her." The Bard looked at Lucy, "I thought she'd never leave, Mary Ann".

"Well! I never".

"Yes, information that is readily apparent. Well, I can see that I'm getting nowhere. Detective Adrian, I'm getting nothing with weird cop, you wanna try hot cop?"

Tenaya smiled. "You'll have to excuse my associate here, Ms. Delacroix. He doesn't interact with the public very often. We're investigating the kidnapping of Angela Blackwell and we would like to conduct some low key, discreet interviews with some of her friends. Of course, we thought to co-ordinate with your office, so as not to disrupt the normal running of your school."

"The officers have already spoken to the students and the school has provided grief counseling to any student that wishes to take advantage of it. As I already stated, before this gentleman saw fit to make light of it, we don't wish to disrupt the education process here at Thomas Bradley Middle School."

"Now what is the name of this institutions again? The Thomas English Muffin School?"

Lucy had her hand over her mouth, pretending to cough.

Tenaya had come to know that control was only a partial thing, at best, with the Bard. She continued. "We especially wish to speak with her friend, Adam. He was an eyewitness. We are detectives and we have years of experience on the force. We have a time window here, Ms. Delacroix. We find this little girl within forty-eight hours, or we don't find her at all. That is the grim cold fact of the matter. We don't have time to worry about protocol. We need to find out every shred of information we can that will help us find that girl. We don't have a thousand cases like the LAPD. We have this case. We just want to talk to him. If you like, we can talk to him right here. I don't want to make a scene and disrupt whatever class he is in, or search from class to class to find him."

Tenaya didn't change the tone of her voice, but the expression on her face had gone from friendly to deadly serious. It had the desired effect.

"Miss Belliard. Please bring Adam Jefferson to my office." She spoke in a normal voice all of a sudden.

Within two or three minutes, Adam stood in the office. A look of relief came over him when he realized that he was there to see someone other than Principal Delacroix.

As soon as he came in the door, the Bard intercepted him. He looked at Tenaya, "Give me a moment".

He whispered to Adam, "Is she a mean old bag?"

Adam whispered back, "The worst".

"Well, I'm going to tell you something, but it can't leave this room. It's between you and me, okay?"

"Yeah, sure… okay." Adam looked serious and intrigued.

"You've heard of King Kong, right?"

"Huh? King Kong. Sure. Yeah, right."

"Well, now don't tell your buddies about this. This is top secret stuff okay?"

"Okay. Top secret. Okay. Yeah."

"Not very many people know this, but when King Kong was on top of the Empire State building, Old Lady Delacroix was up there with him. He ran up there cause she was naggin him about chewin' gum. He kept tryin' to run away and she kept comin' after him. Well, finally she had him cornered up there. She turned around, lifted her skirt and cut the biggest fart in the history of New York City. It blew King Kong Right off the Empire State Building. That's what really killed him."

Adam screamed out laughing.

Author Notes Open as always to any and all input.

characters: Updated for book 2

Johnathon Blackwell Senior-Harpster, deceased former owner of a music conglomerate. Death prematurely announced. Actually kidnapped and now in hiding.

Johnathon Blackwell Junior- Senior's son and heir apparent to the family fortune. Currently in prison for Mudering Harpster. He is unaware the his father is alive.

Lilith Blackwell- Widow of Blackwell Senior and claimant to the estate. Filed billion dollar civil suit.

The Bard-Stewart Slater, homeless, writer, musician, mentally ill. witness to the death of Harpster amongst other things.

Detective Tenaya Adrian- lead is there is a murder to investigate.

Detective Lucy Smaldino, Tenaya's partner

Lincoln- The Blackwell family butler.

Ruby Dancer- singer and Daughter of Harpster though she doesn't know anything about it. Revealed to be his daughter at the end of book 1. Now the heir to the Blackwell estate.

Diamond Dancer- mother of Ruby and former mistress of Harpster. Refuses to tell Ruby anything about her father. Forced to reveal that Harpster was Ruby's father.

Dr. Khin- The Blackwell personal family physcian--Killed by Winston in the first book.

"Q & A"-- Q Aubrey Langstan--"Q" The Blackwell family attorney. Loyal to Harpster.

Daniel- Blackwell Senior's Deaf brother.

Esmeralda "Emma" Blackwell- Blackwell Seniors Mother

Winston- Blackwell Senior's son. War hero turned mercenary. Kidnaped father and the Bard. Accused of conspiracy to murder his father. Warrant is out, he's at large.

Susan Blackwell-Johnathon Blackwell Junior's wife

Angela Blackwell- Susan and Junior's daughter

Adam Jefferson-age 13, Angela's friend

Elsa, one of Angela's kidnappers

Barry, one of Susan's old boyfriends and apparently in on Angela's kidnapping

Trip & Antoinette (Nettie) Two kids on the boat that Angela is being held on. Possible victims themselves.

Chapter 6
Adam's Interview, The Peeping Chief.

By michaelcahill

Previously, Lucy, Tenaya and the Bard discussed the perplexing case and decided to talk to the only eye witness to Angela's kidnapping, her friend Adam. They went to her school and encountered the stodgy principal, Mis Delacroix who reluctantly allowed an interview with him. The Bard told him an interesting story about Principal Delacroix and King Kong. We pick up the story now as Adam reacts to what the Bard has just told him.

He was at that age in a male when there is an extra octave in their voices that would soon disappear. But for now, it cut through everyone in the room. The Bard looked pleased with himself. Lucy looked amused. Tenaya was happy that Adam would be easy to interview now. Ms. Delacroix looked like she was about to nag King Kong.

When Adam regained his composure, the Bard whispered in his ear, "remember, we don't want that to get out to the other kids. Well, your friends, that's okay… you know… and their friends. Detective Adrian and her partner have some questions for you okay?"

Adam smiled, "Sure, no problem. Angela is my best friend. Well, really she's my girl. Anything I can do. I want to help. I should have done more. I don't know… they were too big."

Lucy spoke up, "Hey, most dudes would have run like a dog. You manned up big time, takin on two grown men. We couldn't have done any more ourselves. You’re a hero in our eyes. We just want to get as much details as we can. Things that might seem like nothing to you might be something we can use, see what I mean. We're glad to have you on the team. We're gonna work together and get your girl back."

"I think the men were Philippino. That's what they sounded like. They didn't say much. The man that called out her name sounded like my grandmother from North Dakota… not like, ya know, a woman, but that way they talk from there. Like Ahhhn…GE… la. Funny way to talk. Like they are asking a question. The driver didn't say anything I could hear. The passenger just said that one word. The men in the back of the van were talking to each other. Something about "quick work", or "easy work". I don't know. It happened so fast." Adam seemed eager to help.

Tenaya seemed interested. "Why do you say Philippino?"

"They spoke Tagalog, just like my grandmother's nurse. She comes once a week and teaches me a little every time she comes. They talk so fast. It's hard to keep up."

Lucy looked frustrated. "This isn't connecting anywhere. Whatever they've got going on doesn't seem to have a damn thing to do with Angela. Why her? If it were just her, then I would get it. Kidnapping, probably for ransom. But, all these people involved for one-kid makes no sense. Four men to kidnap one kid? What do the other four men have to do with it? Eight men including Lincoln that we know of. Why Lincoln and Angela if it's a kidnapping? See? Nothing goes together. Nothing makes sense or connects."

a flower watches as clouds form
they are foreboding
they block the sun
the precious rays of life
become dim
fear sends calloused fingers
of shadowy probes
through the garden
they caress the stem that holds the rose
the thorns do not pierce them
simmering red hues, once bright
lose their shine and boastfulness
clouds bellow boisterously
with a victorious haughty guffaw
peals of laughter bring forth tears
that splash like applause
on the hungry ground below
the essence of life flows
through the garden
it is all connected
nothing is, as it seems
to that which grows

The Bard sounded much like Orson Welles as he recited his poem. Every ear, young and old, filed with the words.

Principal Delacroix seemed transfixed by the Bard's words. "That was lovely. Is that Walt Whitman? Just beautiful. And you recite it perfectly. I love that part about the calloused fingers that the thorns do not pierce. I'll have to look that one up."

"Not Whitman, no. An unnamed poet in a book I ran across. When I was a boy, poetry and music were a part of schooling just as much as reading and math. Sadly, that has faded from the landscape. But, I know you make sure education is well-rounded here." The Bard never ceased to surprise.

She addressed Tenaya, "Do you have what you need from young Adam here? Angela is a top student with many friends. If there are any other students you'd wish to speak with, I'm sure they would be happy to help find their friend."

"No, Ma'am. You've been most helpful. I think that Adam has told us everything he can. If we think of anything, we'll give you a call. Of course, if there is any news we will call you right away." Tenaya rose, as did the others at the same time.

The Bard leaned over to Adam and whispered, "Remember, if she turns her back on you, run".

Adam giggled softly behind the hand that covered his mouth. It would be known for many years by following classes, if Principal Delacroix turns her back on you, run. An introduction to poetry was added to the English curriculum of the Eighth grade. Principal Delacroix taught the two-week, one-hour-per-day course herself.

The trio of detectives left the school with some good information, but more questions and no answers.

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Abigail Stevens had all three kids in tow when she knocked on the door at the Blackwell mansion. Harpster and Junior had retired down stairs upon seeing her car pull up. That left Diamond, Ruby and the three detectives to greet her. Everyone knew Lincoln's daughter, Abigail. They knew the three grandkids, Jenkins, Jazzy and June much better though. Kids were frequent visitors to the Blackwell mansion, at least in the days before Harpster's presumed death. This visit should've been expected. Lincoln baby-sat his grandkids often.

Ruby, the head of the manor now, had no problem answering her own door. She opened the front door and stepped aside.

Abigail entered already inquiring. "Where is that fool father of mine? He's supposed to be watching his beloved grandkids and I'm supposed to be at work."

No one had thought to contact her. Tenaya took the lead. "He left yesterday with three men right about the time Angela was kidnapped. We haven't figured out if there is a connection or what the hell is going on. We were hoping you could tell us something. That is looking unlikely. You haven't heard from him?"

"No. I don't remember him ever missing an opportunity to take care of these kids. Ironic really, he never had that kind of interest in me. I guess that is the way of it though. Lousy parents make great grandparents. He might not call me, but he wouldn't miss out on his grandkids. Something's up."

Lucy seemed to concur. "From what I know of Lincoln, those grandkids are his world. I'm guessing now that he didn't leave voluntarily. But, the connection to the kidnapping still doesn't make sense. Hell, I'm really starting to think that there is no connection. I think we should treat it as two separate crimes and make the connection later if there is one."

Tenaya looked around the room. "Hey, where did the Bard go? He disappeared."

Just then, there was another knock on the door. But this sounded more like someone kicking it. Lucy answered this time.

"Hi Lucy, I'm home. I caught Fred peaking in little Ricky's bedroom. Ha. Ha. Ha." The Bard had Chief Sandoval's arm twisted and jammed up his back.

"Let me go, dammit. Get this crazy fool off me." The Chief didn't seem too pleased.

"Luuuuuucy, Fred is cheating on Ethel. He's been making nicey-nice with Winston. I've seen the video. Steeeeeamy stuff! Listen to me. I'm crazy. I only do seven years no matter what I do to you. Get it? I don't like the way you treated my friends, see? Things aren't gonna go well for you."

"Help! Call him off. Dear God. Call him off."

Lucy tried to keep from laughing. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I have nowhere to go. Winston wants to kill all witnesses. He's crazy. He got a hold of meth and poppers in jail somehow. He's gone man. I'm just trying to keep away from him. At least you people aren't crazy."

Even the Bard joined in on the laughter with that remark. The whole lot of them laughed except for Chief Sandoval. The Bard let go of his arm. Sandoval remained seeing no better option.

They would have to figure out what to do with him… the least of their worries.

Author Notes Lots of questions with no answers. People and children abducted and missing. Related? We're not sure. Any and all input sought and appreciated.

characters: Updated for book 2

Johnathon Blackwell Senior-Harpster, deceased former owner of a music conglomerate. Death prematurely announced. Actually kidnapped and now in hiding.

Johnathon Blackwell Junior- Senior's son and heir apparent to the family fortune. Currently in prison for Mudering Harpster. He is unaware the his father is alive.

Lilith Blackwell- Widow of Blackwell Senior and claimant to the estate. Filed billion dollar civil suit.

The Bard-Stewart Slater, homeless, writer, musician, mentally ill. witness to the death of Harpster amongst other things.

Detective Tenaya Adrian- lead is there is a murder to investigate.

Detective Lucy Smaldino, Tenaya's partner

Lincoln- The Blackwell family butler.

Ruby Dancer- singer and Daughter of Harpster though she doesn't know anything about it. Revealed to be his daughter at the end of book 1. Now the heir to the Blackwell estate.

Diamond Dancer- mother of Ruby and former mistress of Harpster. Refuses to tell Ruby anything about her father. Forced to reveal that Harpster was Ruby's father.

Dr. Khin- The Blackwell personal family physcian--Killed by Winston in the first book.

"Q & A"-- Q Aubrey Langstan--"Q" The Blackwell family attorney. Loyal to Harpster.

Daniel- Blackwell Senior's Deaf brother.

Esmeralda "Emma" Blackwell- Blackwell Seniors Mother

Winston- Blackwell Senior's son. War hero turned mercenary. Kidnaped father and the Bard. Accused of conspiracy to murder his father. Warrant is out, he's at large.

Susan Blackwell-Johnathon Blackwell Junior's wife

Angela Blackwell- Susan and Junior's daughter

Adam Jefferson-age 13, Angela's friend

Elsa, one of Angela's kidnappers

Barry, one of Susan's old boyfriends and apparently in on Angela's kidnapping

Trip & Antoinette (Nettie) Two kids on the boat that Angela is being held on. Possible victims themselves.

Abigail Stevens, Lincoln's daughter--Jenkins, Jazzy and June, Lincoln's grandkids.

Chapter 7
Susan Surprises, Angela is Surprised

By michaelcahill

Previously, Adam, the only eye witness to Angela's abduction, was interviewed and very little information of value was obtained. At the Blackwell mansion, Chief Sandoval was caught snooping outside and dragged in by the Bard. Apparently he was on the run and in fear of retalliation from Winston. Theories and questions flew, but no concrete plan had been arrived at as of yet. We continue the story now as the mansion is now getting crowed with a strange collection of people that might not be too fond of each other considering past experiences.

"… that's all fine, Dad, you're all lovey-lovey with Susan. She's got you wrapped around her finger just like she did me. I may be everything you think I am, but I'm not a damn liar. I don't pretend to be something I'm not. Who do you think I was on the phone with when you were going into deep freeze? Susan! That's right. The ice-princess, herself. But, you just give her a big hug and open up your checkbook. In the meantime, my daughter is missing. Who's the first suspect, dear old dad?"

"The parents." Tenaya had heard the argument coming down the stairs. She figured it wouldn't be long before Junior and Harpster would get into it. Junior's attack on Susan came as a surprise. If Susan wasn't squeaky-clean, this was the first she'd heard of it.

Susan flew down the steps right behind Tenaya. "This worm tried to off his own father. I wouldn't put much stock in anything he has to say. He's always been Dad's stooge. Nothin' but an errand boy. He hasn't had an original idea since I met him. Why would I kidnap my own daughter?"

Tenaya made note of the sudden change in demeanor. This was not the Susan she had met earlier. This Susan showed no signs of being distraught or helpless. This Susan sounded like something out of a Mafioso movie. Kidnap she said. She said it like a fact. Sure, they all suspected that. But she stated it as though it had been established to a certainty. A small thing, to be sure, but Tenaya made note of it.

Lucy had joined them. "Arguing doesn't help anything. We need a list. I want every name on it, no matter how remote or ridiculous. Anyone that has any kind of grudge with anyone in this family. I want to know who you stood up for the junior prom, get it? We have no suspects and we need some now. Has anyone ran into an old acquaintance recently? Even a chance meeting on the street. Anyone. An old school chum, someone you dated once five years ago."

Tenaya picked up on the list, "the gardener you fired three years ago, your piano teacher in the fifth grade, a one-night-stand you didn't tell your husband about... whatever".

Tenaya threw in the one-night-stand with her eye on Susan. She did it on purpose to see what Susan's reaction would be. Tenaya got the guilty glance away and skipped heartbeat she expected she would. Susan might not be directly involved, but someone she knew could be. It was a place to start at least. Junior's presence would prove to be helpful after all.

"Hell, I got one for you. How 'bout the Barry Mahoney, ask the Chief upstairs about his fabulous record of service to the community. He and Salatia Saldana made quite a pair at one time. Tell 'em honey, 'bout your time BEFORE the rotary club." Junior wallowed in his own sleaziness and welcomed any company he could drag in.

"I'm Salatia Saldana and I'm here to reveal… well, the whole Chiquita Banana commercial is too far a stretch, requiring too much energy to accomplish. Let's face it; the reward in, other than polite, laughter just isn't worth it. I could go into some West Side story, but once again, though entertaining, the reference is even more obscure than I would understand." The Bard did show a great command of the accent on the opening bars.

Diamond, hadn't heard the conversation leading up to the Bard's little speech, but she found it hilarious and burst into laughter. Ruby didn't need an excuse and joined her.

The Bard took a deep bow and announced theatrically, "I'm back, baby!"

Lucy carried on as though none of that had happened. "Okay, tell us about it." She looked at Susan and she looked with eyes that meant business.

"That is long in the past. I have nothing to do with him now and little to do with him back then. If your name was Salatia, you would change it too." She looked away, clearly embarrassed.

Lucy could clearly see a list of signs that said she was lying. She didn't have time for subtlety. "We have evidence that says otherwise. If you truly aren't involved then you best start telling us everything you know about Barry Mahoney or you can plan on joining him in the penitentiary."

Tenaya picked up on the bluff immediately and pulled out handcuffs in a noisy display.

"Okay. Okay. I've seen him. But, he has nothing to do with this. He's small time. Pyramid stuff. Bad checks, real estate… small time. He was like an uncle to Angela. She called him uncle Barry. He called her "Scooter". He wouldn't have anything to do with this. You've got to believe me. Of course, I saw him; this dog didn't look like he was ever getting out. He lost all his money to her… what was I supposed to do?" Susan looked down genuinely distraught.

Harpster hadn't said anything. He looked hurt. "Susan, how could you think that I'd ever allow anything to happen to you or Angela?"

"You were dead!" she screamed out. "Don't you remember? Don't you think that might matter to some people? Angela was heartbroken while you people played your little games. Barry sells boats now. Luxury cabin cruisers. I think it's even legitimate. Long Beach, near the Catalina Cruise Launch. I haven't seen him since Dad died… or didn't die… pretended to die… whatever."

"She hated him." The Bard was seldom subdued like this. "She used to joke with me about me going to get him like Rambo from the movies. I think he tried to molest her. At the very least, he was creepy to her. Not a nice guy. You shouldn't let people like that around your daughter." There was something so much more damning in the truth coming from someone like the Bard than it would be coming from a doctor in a nice suit. Susan's head lowered under the truth of his statement.

~~~~~~

Angela hadn't seen any abuse first hand, but she hadn't been on board even a day yet. The kids acted like penalties were severe if they didn't follow instructions. Fear certainly seemed to rule the behavior of the kids. She tried to make sense of all of it. Why these kids? What did they all have in common? Why were they all there? Surely, there was some reason and for sure, money had to be at the root of it.

Trip and Antoinette represented the group on board rather well. The eight children now that Angela was with them were four boys and four girls, all between perhaps nine and thirteen or perhaps ten and fourteen. That was a lot of kids to hold for ransom and Trip and indicated other boats. They were too old for adoption that was clear. That left some kind of slavery. Work, marriage, sex… that was all she could think of.

I hope I'm kidnapped. I can't believe I am thinking such a thing. Home. That's the way home. Work… Sex slave… wife… none of that gets me home. I disappear. Kidnapped, they call someone… they look for me. Somehow, they save me.

"Trip, does anyone leave the boat?" Angela whispered to Trip without turning her head. She had looked around and observed no one looking at them.

Trip swiveled his head confirming that they were alone. "The kids leave one at a time. Maybe to go home. Maybe they are paid for. I don't know."

"If I leave, I'll come back for you, Trip. I'll come back for all of you. I swear it." Angela nudged Trip.

A loud voice interrupted them. "Scooter! It has been a long time."

Angela looked up to see a familiar but unwelcome face, Barry Mahoney.

Author Notes Clues are hard to come by. Everyone seems to end up at the mansion. Only the kidnapping of Angela gives them a reason not to be at each other's throats. Suggestions? Input? Critique? I always listen and appreciate all thoughts very much. Please feel free to offer anything!

Chapter 8
Angela Plays It Cute, Ransom Demands

By michaelcahill

Previously, arguments broke out at the mansion as the truth about Susan began to emerge. She was not the helpless wife and mother that she portrayed herself to be. While they argued, a plan began to take shape in Tenaya's head. A list of all past enemies was the start. In the meantime, Angela tried to get information about what the nature of her captivity was all about. Finally a little light was shed, as an old acquaintance came to visit. Uncle Barry stood before her with a big smile on his face. We continue now, as Angela tries to get information out of him.

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Angela decided, right then and there, to use her relationship with "Uncle Barry" to her advantage. "Playing dumb" had always been a favorite ploy of hers to glean information. Portraying herself as clueless had served her well in many situations in her young life. There is a backlash when parents are unloving towards their children; their children are unloving towards them. Angela didn't harbor any strong resentment against her parents; however, she didn't feel any deep connection to them either.

Fortunately, guilt played no part in her psyche. She didn't feel bad that she didn’t love her parents like the other children seemed to. She felt sorry for the children that seemed to love their parents for no reason at all. Simply being one's parent didn't warrant blind devotion in her opinion.

"Oh, Uncle Barry, it is so good to see a familiar face. I've been so scared. What is going on? Is Mom coming soon? I don't know if Dad has money anymore since that black lady took over the house. Everything is just a big old mess since Grandpa died." Angela played clueless well enough to be in a movie.

Barry instantly let his guard down, as he usually did around Angela. "Don't worry; everything's going to be fine. Your dad has put your mom in a bad position and your Uncle Barry is going to help her out of it. You'll be fine." He smiled, pleased that she didn't add drama to his already complicated life. He had enough to do without calming a distraught twelve-year-old's homesick tantrum. Well, no problem with Angela. She didn't have a clue, never did.

Okay, I'm kidnapped. Could be worse… Mom is in on it… that's just great. What about the rest of them? "What are these other kids doing here? Are they kidnapped too?" Angela threw it out there with all the innocence she could muster.

"Kidnapped? Oh… no. Ahh… these are runaways. We find runaway kids for families. They pay us to track them down. Some of these kids are promised in marriage. That seems funny to us. But in other countries, people get married very young and grow up together. Bet you're glad to be an American, huh?" Barry seemed pleased with himself. As far as he was concerned, he had come up with a great cover story for someone slow like Angela.

Angela sensed that and let him believe just that, "Oh, you bet, Uncle Barry, it's all I can do to pass math let alone worry about marriage. These kids don't know how lucky they are to have parents that care enough to look for them. Think of all the orphans all over the world that have no one."

Angela watched Barry walking off to find Elsa and it was all she could do not to laugh. Talk about clueless. She figured that there must be a lot of truth mixed in with Barry's lame story. She didn't doubt she was being held for ransom, that part made sense. The likelihood she was there for another reason had to be small. The Blackwell family maintained a high profile. It would be no easy task to make one of their member disappear. That was attention they didn't need. These other kids though, they probably were there for other reasons. Brides and grooms? Sex slaves? Workers? Workers didn't seem likely. How much money could they be worth as ordinary workers? Certainly not enough to justify all of this.

She felt a rustling in her coat pocket. Beauregard, her pet hairless rat, hadn't had a thing to eat all morning. How she managed to keep him with her unnoticed throughout this ordeal is a story in itself. Yet, there he was, twitching his nose and looking as bald and cute as ever… if you found that kind of thing cute that is. The microchip in his little rat foreleg could come in very handy if anyone thought to track it down.

~~~~~~~

Elsa was pensive. "Look, Barry, she may have you fooled with her innocent little routine. Ha! What's new? Your head turned by a pretty face. But, she doesn't have me fooled. She's slick. I made thousands off of fools like you when I was her age and younger! I see it in her eyes. How long are we going to wait? Let's get the money and dump her ass overboard. A bitch like that is trouble. I know, I am one."

"Look, Elsa, give me some credit. Where do you think all these little meal tickets came from? Me, dammit. We have to give the Blackwells some time to figure the money out. I've got the scoop baby doll. I've got the butler. The old man's not dead at all. It was all a scam, the funeral, the arrests, all of it. Lincoln's been makin' book with me since the old days when me and Susan were together. He can't turn a sure thing down. He just don't get that there ain't no sure thing. He'll do anything for them grandkids though. That's the ace. He ain't goin' anywhere.

"The sooner that little trollop is floating away the better. It's too high profile. No one gives a damn about these other waifs. This little rich bitch, boo hoo, they're all concerned all of a sudden. Get the money and run." Elsa looked at Barry the way most woman looked at him. Yet, he always seemed to have them around. Darwin never did explain that properly.

~~~~~~ -Takes Place Where Lincoln is Held Captive-

Lincoln didn't trust these men in the slightest. Escape was the key. Get a hold of the others and protect his family. How could he know they were safe sitting in this room? Barry? He'd swindle his mother just for the practice. Wait my ass. I wait… I'm dead. You can't let me live knowing what I know. I'm a dead man sitting here. But, they don't trust me either. No matter what I do. I took that money from Winston. I'm part of the cover-up. I can't win. Well… I better… Escape!

"We're goin' to Arby's. Want anything?" Raul tried to make everything seem like some guys getting together for afternoon poker. "Flacco wanted Pepe's again, but I get tired of Mexican every meal. Arby's sounds good, verdad?"

Lincoln played along. "Yeah, buddy. Beef! I'm down for that. Count me in."

Raul left the room and Lincoln heard them speaking a kind of rapid fire Spanish in the other room. He spoke a little Spanish, but could make out only a few words of this. He guessed that something to do with ordering Arbys was taking place.

~~~~~~ -Back At The Blackwell Mansion-

The phone ringing had become an event of enormous importance now at the Blackwell mansion. Every eye turned to it as though it might break into song or perform a magic trick. The Bard usually whispered something amusing like, "Oh my God, it's levitating". Most of those assembled didn't know whether to strangle him or laugh. Diamond usually laughed and most would follow for a moment.

But, then the deadly serious matter of finding out who had called would begin. Fingers would point to adjoining lines. Buttons on tape recorders would be pushed and, just like on television, a nervous voice would say:

"Hello, this is Ruby Blackwell."

"Yeah. Well… you don’t do me much good. I don't want to hear a lullaby. Put the old man on. I want Harpster. Put Senior on the phone and don't play games." The voice was electronic sounding and inhuman.

Tenaya gestured with her hand across her throat.

Ruby got the message, "He's passed away. I'm in charge of the estate…"

"I told you, no games. I'll slit this bitch's throat right now, if you wanna play games. Put him on!"

Tenaya gestured to Harpster, who took the phone from Ruby. "What are your demands?" Harpster looked around at the room full of nervous faces.

"That's better, harp boy. Two hundred million in cash, small-unmarked bills. I'll let you know where to drop it. You have two days. See? I'm reasonable. I know it takes a little time. I start sending body parts if you're late. I'm strict too."

"I want to talk… hello? Hello?" Harpster dropped the phone on the table. "He's gone. Did you get all that. Any luck tracing?"

Lucy looked up from her equipment. "No, not a chance. Nowhere near long enough."

"We need Q here. Between Winston and this imbecile" he gestured towards Junior, "I don't know what my financial status is. I know there is a lot of cash missing. It may not be that easy to come up with that much cash in two days. Hell, I'm not even alive as far as most people are concerned. I guess we remedy that."

The Bard walked over to Junior, "Why… Johnny Ringo. You look like someone just walked over your grave." He looked at Susan. "This is your doing. I can feel it. He's just a punk. What's your excuse?"

Author Notes Clues begin to come forward now as demands for ransom are made. At least they know what is wanted. Input and suggestions are always eagerly sought. Your help is so appreciated. Thank you!

characters: Updated for book 2

Johnathon Blackwell Senior-Harpster, deceased former owner of a music conglomerate. Death prematurely announced. Actually kidnapped and now in hiding.

Johnathon Blackwell Junior- Senior's son and heir apparent to the family fortune. Currently in prison for Mudering Harpster. He is unaware the his father is alive.

Lilith Blackwell- Widow of Blackwell Senior and claimant to the estate. Filed billion dollar civil suit.

The Bard-Stewart Slater, homeless, writer, musician, mentally ill. witness to the death of Harpster amongst other things.

Detective Tenaya Adrian- lead is there is a murder to investigate.

Detective Lucy Smaldino, Tenaya's partner

Lincoln- The Blackwell family butler.

Ruby Dancer- singer and Daughter of Harpster though she doesn't know anything about it. Revealed to be his daughter at the end of book 1. Now the heir to the Blackwell estate.

Diamond Dancer- mother of Ruby and former mistress of Harpster. Refuses to tell Ruby anything about her father. Forced to reveal that Harpster was Ruby's father.

Dr. Khin- The Blackwell personal family physcian--Killed by Winston in the first book.

"Q & A"-- Q Aubrey Langstan--"Q" The Blackwell family attorney. Loyal to Harpster.

Daniel- Blackwell Senior's Deaf brother.

Esmeralda "Emma" Blackwell- Blackwell Seniors Mother

Winston- Blackwell Senior's son. War hero turned mercenary. Kidnaped father and the Bard. Accused of conspiracy to murder his father. Warrant is out, he's at large.

Susan Blackwell-Johnathon Blackwell Junior's wife

Angela Blackwell- Susan and Junior's daughter

Adam Jefferson-age 13, Angela's friend

Elsa, one of Angela's kidnappers

Barry, one of Susan's old boyfriends and apparently in on Angela's kidnapping

Trip & Antoinette (Nettie) Two kids on the boat that Angela is being held on. Possible victims themselves.

Abigail Stevens, Lincoln's daughter--Jenkins, Jazzy and June, Lincoln's grandkids.

Chapter 9
Susan Grilled & Commerce At Sea

By michaelcahill

Previously, Angela continued to try and find out what was going on and where she was. Barry seemed to be clueless as to her intent. Elsa had her suspicions concerning Angela's lack of guile. Angela had her pet rat with her. Somehow through the whole ordeal she had managed to keep him concealed in her jacket pocket. Lincoln plotted escape from his captors. The call for ransom was made to the Blackwell mansion. We carry on now as the tension mounts at the mansion. The Bard has accused Susan of being involved and she is about to answer him.

Susan looked at the Bard with contempt. "Who the hell are you, crazy man? You're just a homeless bum. You aren't even in touch with reality. How can you make such a ridiculous accusation?"

"Hubby lost the keys to the whirly-gig" the Bard got close to Susan and stared into her eyes, "Cold money-hungry shark-eyed bitch wife, no likey broke lifestyle. Soccer-mom-club dues behind. Daughter worth more kidnapped than cuddled. Breathe if I'm on to something."

a mother abdicates a given throne
with ease it seems
a father's head turns
to the slightest distraction
there is no cause to riot
among the wealthy
There is no resource
with which to scheme
among the poor
thus crime is borne
it is obvious
but, no one understands
no one that is, with
anything to lose

Susan screamed, "Shut him up! My little girl is missing. Shut him up for God's sake. What in hell is this homeless bum doing here anyway?"

Tenaya trusted the Bard's instinct and had no trouble understanding him. "Who are you working with? Who has her?" Tenaya was in full cop mode. She hadn't forgotten one second of her training.

Susan wilted under the pressure, but didn't give in. "You people are crazy. You're attacking me? It's my daughter that's missing. Why are you wasting my time? Find my daughter. Find my daughter!"

Tenaya had no choice at the moment but to back off. Suspicion as strong as it was didn't constitute evidence. Susan would be a fool to implicate herself. So, for the time being she would be a dead end. The soft pedal would be the best way to extract any information from her. Win her trust and get her to slip up. Any little detail. Get her to drop a clue.

Lucy, as always, could see Tenaya's play. "Yes, let's cool down. Wild emotional accusations won't get us anywhere."

Tenaya could count on Lucy to pick up her game. "I'm sorry, Susan. This is how I was taught. Straight on. It's how to eliminate a suspect in the quickest way. We have to eliminate the number one suspects first, that's you and Junior. Now, we can move forward. I don't have time to be nice. Now, what about those lists."

Lucy, at the moment, played the good cop or at least the more reasonable cop as far as Susan's mindset went. Lucy addressed Susan in a low voice, almost as if she wished to exclude her volatile partner from the conversation. "This Barry, where does he work out of. I think a few questions might be in order. We need to eliminate him. I know you don't think he's capable of anything, but he could know something. Any little fact is what we're looking for. It could be a car he saw pulling away the last time he saw you. A city worker trimming a tree or a SoCal Edison worker up on a pole… those are all things we can check out. Maybe the tree trimming wasn't scheduled, maybe there was no service order that day. See what I mean?"

Susan had to come up with something plausible, but it had to be something that wouldn't lead them to Barry. "He works out of San Pedro, near the Catalina Cruise launch, but I think he spends a lot of time out of town. I don't think he has an office. I only saw him the one time. I don't know much. I doubt he knows anything. A waste of time really. There has to be something better than that to do." She let out a relaxed breath. That sounded perfect. Half true too. Catalina Cruise and all… just Long Beach instead of San Pedro. Probably is out of town… a yacht isn't an office…

~~~~~ Barry and Elsa's Yacht-Somewhere at sea.

Angela hadn't heard the boat that brought Barry pull up to the large yacht. She spent a lot of time below deck. That is where they wished for the children to be most of the time and, honestly, where she preferred it. The sound of an approaching vessel could clearly be heard when topside though. Though not yet visible, the sound of a motor came from a direction that Angela figured had to be southeast, assuming that the coast of California was the originating point. As the boat came into view, its size confirmed that it couldn't have traveled too great a distance.

It was a medium size cabin cruiser. Angela couldn't see who piloted the boat. A couple boarded the boat that Angela and the other's where on. The seemed over-dressed to be at sea. Angela watched wide-eyed trying to figure out what was going on.

Elsa called out, "Kids! Front and center topside. We have visitors."

The seven other children on board made a beeline to where Elsa stood and lined up in a row. Elsa looked at Angela and nodded to the end of the line. Angela being quite aware of what Elsa required walked to the end of the line and stood there apprehensively. The couple appeared to be in their mid-thirties and well-to-do if one can judge that on clothing and jewelry. Angela based it on years of being exposed to the well-to-do. They had a certain air to themselves that these two shared.

The two walked the line as though they were inspecting cattle. They stopped at Antoinette. "Does this one speak English?" The man spoke. His voice sounded like that of a vulture if a vulture where capable of speech.

Elsa replied eagerly. "Yes, fluently. She speaks Castilian as well. She's of Spanish origin. We found her in Morocco. An orphan."

The man snickered and the woman with him sighed heavily and her chest seemed to rise and fall now with each breath. His voice sounded as though he spoke from a vat of bile, but didn't mind it one bit. "We'll take her."

The woman went with Elsa. Angela noticed that the woman carried an extremely large purse that couldn't be considered a fashion statement. She's buying her. She's buying Nettie. That's what this is all about. Selling kids. I don't even want to know what they're buying her for… Christ… I already know… who am I kidding. Am I next?

Nettie had other ideas. As soon as she heard the man say, "we'll take her" she ran from the line, screamed and dove from the side of the boat into the water.

Barry and the man simply stood there and listened as Antoinette screamed from the water. Barry spoke, "Do you see anyone else that suits your fancy?"

Author Notes The plot is becoming clear to me. (miracle) Still open to any and all suggestions and input. I always listen to ideas and critiques. Please feel free to volunteer anything on your mind. Thank you for your support.

characters: Updated for book 2

Johnathon Blackwell Senior-Harpster, deceased former owner of a music conglomerate. Death prematurely announced. Actually kidnapped and now in hiding.

Johnathon Blackwell Junior- Senior's son and heir apparent to the family fortune. Currently in prison for Mudering Harpster. He is unaware the his father is alive.

Lilith Blackwell- Widow of Blackwell Senior and claimant to the estate. Filed billion dollar civil suit.

The Bard-Stewart Slater, homeless, writer, musician, mentally ill. witness to the death of Harpster amongst other things.

Detective Tenaya Adrian- lead is there is a murder to investigate.

Detective Lucy Smaldino, Tenaya's partner

Lincoln- The Blackwell family butler.

Ruby Dancer- singer and Daughter of Harpster though she doesn't know anything about it. Revealed to be his daughter at the end of book 1. Now the heir to the Blackwell estate.

Diamond Dancer- mother of Ruby and former mistress of Harpster. Refuses to tell Ruby anything about her father. Forced to reveal that Harpster was Ruby's father.

Dr. Khin- The Blackwell personal family physcian--Killed by Winston in the first book.

"Q & A"-- Q Aubrey Langstan--"Q" The Blackwell family attorney. Loyal to Harpster.

Daniel- Blackwell Senior's Deaf brother.

Esmeralda "Emma" Blackwell- Blackwell Seniors Mother

Winston- Blackwell Senior's son. War hero turned mercenary. Kidnaped father and the Bard. Accused of conspiracy to murder his father. Warrant is out, he's at large.

Susan Blackwell-Johnathon Blackwell Junior's wife

Angela Blackwell- Susan and Junior's daughter

Adam Jefferson-age 13, Angela's friend

Elsa, one of Angela's kidnappers

Barry, one of Susan's old boyfriends and apparently in on Angela's kidnapping

Trip & Antoinette (Nettie) Two kids on the boat that Angela is being held on. Possible victims themselves.

Abigail Stevens, Lincoln's daughter--Jenkins, Jazzy and June, Lincoln's grandkids.

Abdullah and Ysenia- Purchased Antoinette (Nettie) for their own devices from Barry and Elsa

Chapter 10
A Rescue and A Cat And Rat Story.

By michaelcahill

Previously, a customer came to the yacht anchored at sea. Antoinette was purchased by a couple of thiryish people. But, not before she jumped overboard. Angela jumped to her rescue. It appeared that no one else was going to assist her. Before she dove in after her she transferred her pet rat to Trip for safe keeping. We pick up the story now just before Angela decides to take action.

Barry looked at the kids lined up and began to unbutton his shirt. He was clearly pissed and glaring at the children. It appeared that he expected one of them to go after Nettie, but they were too conditioned to not doing anything they weren't told to do. It looked like Barry was about to get wet.

The man began to look up and down the line again. Angela couldn't believe that no one made the slightest move to go after Antoinette. Even her friend, Trip, did little more than furrow his brow and clench his fist. Angela couldn't take it.

She reached inside her coat and pulled out Beauregard and facing Trip so no one could see, she handed him to Trip. "Hide him", she said. She didn't wait for an answer. She ran for the railing and dove in after Nettie. Nettie had already begun to give up. Angela arrived just in time to keep her from going under.

Barry sighed and looked relieved as he threw a flotation donut overboard and hauled the two girls to the boat and helped them in. Angela made it seem as though he had no intention of going in after her. That impressed his client and scared the other children even more than they already were. Angela had done him a favor without even knowing it. As far as she was concerned, he was about to let her drown too.

The man laughed as though someone popped a large truck tire that someone had filled with hot oil. "I'll take them both."

"Sorry, Abdullah, the older one isn't for sale. Besides, one that spunky would always be trying to escape!" Barry laughed heartily at that.

Elsa and the other woman came upon the two men laughing and two soaking wet girls and joined in the laughter as well.

Abdullah grabbed Antoinette by the wrist and looked her in the eye. "If you jump off of my boat, the last thing you'll see, as the sharks eat you, is my boat speeding away. Behave, and we will treat you well. Bad behavior will be as quickly punished. Do you understand?"

Antoinette looked down at the deck, she was shivering and shook her head. "Yes", she rasped under her breath.

"Excellent. We are off then. Elsa, so good to see you again. Barry." Abdullah with Antoinette stumbling along beside him and the other woman boarded their boat and returned in the direction that they had come from.

Elsa called out, "Play time!" The remaining children returned to what they had been doing. No one mentioned the name of Antoinette, not even Trip.

Angela found a moment alone with Trip. "Where's my rat?"

"Oh. I… I'm sorry… I dropped him. He bit me. He must be on the boat somewhere. Elsa has a cat though. I hope he doesn't find him first." Trip looked embarrassed. He was terrified of rats and didn't want Angela to know.

"Crap. We'll have to look for him. But, don't be obvious. They didn't know I had him."

~~~~~~~~ Another part of the yacht

"Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty. Samson. Samson." Dammit. Where could he be. He has to be somewhere on this boat.

~~~~~~~~~Abdullah's boat at sea

"Hey! What the hell is this damn cat doing here? Who's cat is this. Ysenia, where did this cat come from?" Abdullah couldn't be called mad, just surprised.

Ysenia, his wife, was just as surprised. "I have no idea. Girl" She looked at a still shivering Nettie, "whose damn cat is this?"

Antoinette spoke, "It's… Elsa's cat ma'am. He must have jumped on your boat."

Abdullah laughed, like a snake that had swallowed something the other snakes said was impossible, "Hell, we'll drop it at the vets with a note. I'm not driving a damn cat fifty miles out from Catalina. They can come get it if they want it." He pushed the throttle forward and the boat lurched ahead.

~~~~~~~The cat and the rat story.

Angela handed the rat to Trip. Trip was afraid of rats and dropped it to the deck. The rat ran for freedom. The cat spied the rat and gave chase. The rat spied the getaway boat and ran onto it. The cat spied diner and ran onto the getaway boat. The rat was cornered. The cat had diner. May Beauregard rest in peace. He was a good rat. The cat could not help what its nature was. We should not judge the cat for causing us this moment of grief just to introduce a clever plot twist. Or, is it simply self-indulgent?

~~~~~~~

Abdullah and Ysenia pulled into Long Beach Harbor and docked their boat. Ysenia oversize purse now emptied of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars had become a handy cat carrier. Had it been a cat belonging to anyone other than Elsa, it would have received a crash course in marathon swimming already. Nettie was bound and gaged in the hold of the boat and they headed to the nearest vet to drop the cat off. The tower clock said seven thirty, so it was a good bet that the vet would be closed which would be perfect. Samson seemed resigned to his fate. They left him at the back door with a note taped to the purse. The note blew away before they even made it back to their car.

Abdullah smiled at Ysenia as he started the car to return to their boat. All of their business was complete. Their new possession awaited them. They had nothing but time now.

~~~~~~~The next morning at the Blackwell mansion:

The lack of phone calls filled the air with an unnerving silence. The tabloids camped outside the mansion hadn't thinned out. Rumors were the order of the day. These rumors were all true. Well, in essence, they were true. Harpster never was frozen, so he wasn't back from a frozen death. But, if they were saying that he was alive… well, yep… they had that right.

Johnathon Blackwell Senior Meets the Devil

La Brea and Sepulveda the New Crossroads

The stories read better than most novels available on Amazon.com. With the Bard there to read them they were extremely entertaining. There was no end to the voices he came up with. And Diamond couldn't get enough of him. Her laugh was impossible to resist. Considering the seriousness of the situation, it sounded like a frat party at the Blackwell mansion.

The phone ringing brought everyone to immediate silence. But, it wasn't the house phone, it was Susan's cell phone. It was wired too, just in case the kidnappers had her number and might call it. Lucy waved for the silence that already existed and pointed her finger at Susan.

Susan answered, "Hello, Mrs. Blackwell."

Lucy could hear the party calling, but no one else, other than Susan, could.

"Cat? We don't own a cat. Well… no… no cat. Micro-chip. Why no. Wait now one second, my husbands here, let me verify that… Johnny?" She put the phone by her said and addressed Junior, "Did you get a cat for one of the kids and not tell me?"

"A cat? Hell no. I hate cats. There's no cats in our house, here or in Beverly Hills. Dogs either. Nothing but that damn rat of Angela's."

"That's right" she put the phone up to her ear again, "no, no animals at all. My daughter has a pet rat with a chip in it. That's it. Well, hell… this all sounds pretty crazy, doesn't it. What are you saying the cat ate my daughters mouse in Beverly Hills and ran away to Long Beach?"

Lucy wrote on a piece of paper and showed it to Susand, GET THE ADDRESS.

Susan looked at Lucy with a questioning look and Lucy returned and angry stare. "Can I have your address there? Yes, we will look into it and get back to you. Yes. Okay then. Very well. Yes. Thank you. Bye." Susan wrote down the address and handed it to Lucy.

Lucy looked at Susan. "I want to know if that rat is at your house. Lets go."

"What? Are you kidding? You want to go right now? The maid is there. Why don't I just call her?"

"That will be fine."

The call was made and the cage was found to be empty. Upon hearing the news Lucy grabbed the Bard by the hand. "Care for a little ride? I thought we could see the Queen Mary."

"See her. I vowed I would never see her again after she left me at the alter. You'd think that being Pope would get you a little clout at Windsor Castle, but nooooooo. She had to have tea with the Stones. Do you believe it? It wasn't even the Rolling Stones either. Just the Stone family from Lankershire. William and Tammy, the three-legged hat maker. You know they say she was actually a man. But, that was just vicious gossip. Why would they name him William, then? Would parents be that cruel? Isn't it bad enough to be born with a tail and have a last name of Waggers? What was I talking about? Oh yes, The White Album. Well, Ringo was bound and determined that he would have a cut on each side of EACH record. You know how many songs that would be? No… I don't either. But, I bet it was a lot… "

The others watched as they walked to Lucy's car and the Bard's voice got fainter and fainter. No one said a word.

Finally, Tenaya spoke, "I wonder how many songs that would come out to. There were two albums with two sides a piece. It boggles the mind. And he's one of the ones that's still living. Think about it."

Diamond thought that was hilarious. She was a great audience.

Author Notes The children are up for sale. Angela is held for ransom. People are placing trust where they shouldn't. Everyone is underestimating the level of danger. Great input as always. Thank you kindly.

Chapter 11
Destination Long Beach

By michaelcahill

Previously, a deal was made for Nettie who jumped in the ocean. Angela saved her and spared Barry the trouble of saving her himself. Samson the cat chased Angela's pet rat on to Abdullah's boat and dined on him. The cat was discovered on their boat as they made their way to Long Beach. They left the cat at the vets with a note saying to call Elsa. The note was misplaced and the vet discovered the rats micro chip now inside the cat and contacted Susan. The Bard and Lucy headed towards the vet to follow up. We join the story now as one of the workers at the vets finds the note.

Trinidad Vivaldi took out the trash every afternoon right after clean up. He had worked for the clinic for six months and loved his job. No one would hire him because of his facial deformities. They never said that, but what else could it be? He had above average intelligence, education and ability. He noticed the note lying by the back door as he took the two bags of trash to the outdoor bin. He picked it up on his way back in. He paused at the back door and read it.

This kitte belongs to Elsa 626-734-7683.

"I found this note by the back door. Maybe it goes with that cat you found this morning."

Dr. Fry took a look at the note. "I don't know. Its certainly not a kitten, not that they spelled kitten correctly."

Trin, as everyone called him, said, "I believe it is Arabic. Kitte', it means cat. My roommate was from Kuwait."

"Hmm. Well, this cat is a mystery. A chip that says it belongs in Bel Air to a lady that says it should be a rat. Now, the mysterious Arabic note saying it belongs to Elsa. Well, we call the mysterious Elsa now, yes? You never knew this job could be so exciting did you Trin."

Trin smiled a crooked, but engaging smile.

"No answer… I'm leaving a message… Shhh… This is Dr. Fry at the Long Beach Animal Hospital. We have a cat here that may be yours. It was left at our back door with a note that had your name and phone number on it. If you could be so kind as to give us a call back and let us know when you could pick it up. Our number here is 818-446-9822. We close at six o'clock."

The bell went off at the front door indicating a customer.

"We'll there's our drama for the day. On to paying business. We have a surgery today at one o'clock, so the operating room needs to be spotless, Trin."

Activity resumed at the Long Beach Animal Hospital. Samson reclined in a small but adequate cage with some boring kibble and a bowl of water. A nap seemed to be a sensible answer to the whole mess.

~~~~~~~The Yacht at sea

Elsa waited for the call to finish before checking her voice mail. Criminals never answer calls from numbers they don't recognize. There was more than a little apprehension as she listened to her messages. Finally she got to the one that had just called.

She looked relieved and angered at the same time. It had the effect of making her look like she had tasted an exotic new food and found it tasted like baked brahma bull turds. In her case, it was a negative reaction. "Barry!" She waited as though even a moments delay was an excruciatingly long time.

A few moments went by and Barry plodded up to her. "What is it?"

"My damn cat is in Long Beach. My precious Samson must've jumped on the boat with those awful Arab people. They just dropped him off there it looks like. I'll remember that, you can count on it. Be a peach and go get him for me." Elsa attempted to look kittenish. She managed furry, but cuddly seemed to be missing from the equation.

Barry had a habit of blurting. "What? Are you kidding? You want me to go all the way to Long Beach to pick up a damn cat?"

Winter came early to the deck of the boat and struck first in the vicinity of Barry. He could feel her breath like the cannisters of nitrogen they use in science fiction movies to spray steel making it brittle so it can be shattered.

Barry spoke again before she could deliver a blow that would reduce him to a pile of rubble on the deck, "Of course, I know you love the little guy. I can't believe those slobs didn't turn right around and bring him back. Do you need anything from town while I'm there?"

Elsa smiled, "Perhaps you could find me a man."

Barry laughed nervously at that. "I guess I'll have to stop holding back. I warned you."

He jumped in the small speed boat and began the ninety minute trip to Long Beach.

Angela had discovered that there was an air vent near the bow of the ship where people usually congregated topside. It was dark and she could hide there and hear conversations clearly, almost like she was topside with them. She heard the exchange and made note of it. It chilled her. Elsa seemed to be in charge. She didn't like that one bit. She felt like she had some control with Barry. She doesn't have a human heart. She's evil. He's an idiot… greedy… but, he doesn't like hurting… she likes it.

Angela heard the familiar ring of Elsa's cell phone and strained her ears towards the sound.

"Elsa. Yes… I sent him to Long Beach for my cat. Yes. Yes, of course he went. He had no choice. I'm losing patience. I feel like a target sitting here. The sooner we get the money and get rid of these two, the better. No, she knows nothing. She has him fooled though. But, I'm on my toes with that one. She's sharp. But, a little girl isn't going to get over on me. Too bad, I'd love to train her. But… no… I could never trust one so clever. If Barry doesn't get some action in a day or two, you're going to have to take over. This is taking too long. Okay… Yes… me too." Elsa sighed. It sounded like she was sucking air in rather than letting it out. Angela's level of anxiety grew. It was clear that Barry's plan was not the same as Elsa's plan. Barry wasn't even Elsa's real partner. Whoever she had just talked to was. These kids weren't safe. If there were other boats, those kids weren't safe. She wasn't safe either.

~~~~~A boat on the way to Long Beach Harbor

Barry had his radio cranked up as he headed to pick up Elsa's cat. Not many people listened to Yanni by choice. Damn. She's getting pushy. Well, I could use a break anyway. I can't wait to get that cash in my hands. Maybe we should split up after… not fond of selling kids really… kind of dirty business really. He looked at his watch, about an hour till I'm there.

~~~~~Lucy's car

The Bard was singing 'Candyman' in a perfect imitation of Anthony Newley. Lucy was howling with laughter. "Oh! My! God! Who in hell is that? I've never heard anybody sing like that. You've got to be kidding. You're just making that up." She continued to laugh loudly.

The Bard stopped momentarily. "He's passed away, it's a heartfelt tribute… it's from the heart… this is my soul, Lucy… deal with it! The candyman makes everything he makes sa tis fy ing aaannnd delicious. Talk about your childhood wi shes…… you can even eat the dishes! Everybody!" They were about an hour from the vet in Long Beach.

~~~~~Unknown Author's Room

Psssst. I sent Mikey an e-mail saying that Rosie Perez is waiting at WalMart for him. He left this on. This is Beauregard. I wanted to clear a couple things up. Obviously that lazy fat cat, Samson didn't eat me. Here's what really happened: I had to come up with something quick off the top of my head, see? So, Samson comes skidding on to the boat and I'm standing there leaning up against the wall. I'm looking casual and unconcerned. Of course, this boggles his little cat brain (picture a walnut here).

He says, "Duh, why are ya standin' there and not runnin' from me?"

I tell him, "I've got a proposal for you."

He says, "Oh no! The far right was right, Interspecies marriage!" No. Just kidding. I couldn't resist. He said, "Proposal, what kind of proposal?"

I said, "You don't want to be known as the cat that killed the beloved little pet rat do you?"

"Well, what's wrong with that?"

"Believe me, the little girl, Angela, is a doll. People like her. Hurting me is like hurting her. Get it?"

"No. But, what do you want to do?"

"Get this chip out of my foreleg and swallow it. I'll sneak back on the boat and hook back up with Angela later. That way nobody gets hurt, and the crazy man writing this gets what he wants."

"What does he want?"

"That's the problem, he doesn't know. Now get this chip out."

Anyway, he'll be back soon. I thought you'd like to know the truth. Don't let on I told you. Shhhh... He's back...

~~~~~~~The Long Beach Animal Hospital

How long am I going to be stuck in this damn cage. I should've eaten that rat...

Author Notes Perhaps you'd like to make some suggestions after all! Well, moving along. I shouldn't be so comforted by the fact that there is the first edit in my future, but... there is the first edit in my future. Please feel free.

Chapter 12
Eavesdropping & Time For Action

By michaelcahill

Previously, The cat with the micro chip was dropped off at the vet. The vet scanned the cat to see if they could determine who owned it. The owner was called and a note was found by a clinic worker with a number on it. That number was called and it was Elsa. She sent Barry to retrieve her cat. In the meantime The Bard and Lucy were also on their way to the vets to see about the cat and find possible clues. We continue the story as both Barry and the Bard and Lucy arrive at the vets at almost the same time.

Lucy and the Bard pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall that housed the Long Beach Animal Hospital. It turned out to be a grandiose name for such a modest establishment. It stood between a cigarette store, No Butts About it, and a closed beauty parlor, Judy Fantasy True. Lucy let that last name roll around in her mind for a moment, trying to have it make sense. No wonder they went out of business… irritating name.

The Bard ducked down in the passenger seat. "Park, park."

Lucy pulled into a spot right away, there were plenty to choose from. "What is it? Why the drama?"

"It's him. I don't believe it. Public enema number two. Barry… walking towards the vet. Bright green shirt with awful floral print. Fashion felony. Breaker-Breaker… swat team… on my mark… bring the plain, navy-blue blazer…"

"Shush now. I say our play is to watch and follow. He might lead us right to her."

"Okay, madam loveliness… I'm up for that… down… yeah, down for it… cool... yeah, not up… down."

~~~~~~~~Inside the Long Beach Animal Hospital

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here to pick-up Elsa's cat. They called her."

"Oh, okay. Have a seat and I'll tell them you're here."

Barry didn't say anything. He took a seat by the door and sat down displaying as much impatience as he possibly could. In a couple of minutes Trin came thru the door holding Samson.

"What happened to your face, boy. Damn!"

"I was born this way." Trin had learned a long time ago to put up with ignorance gracefully. There is no point in trying to instill sensitivity in a moron. "Did you bring a carrier?"

"What? A carrier? Don't you have that sort of thing here?" Barry became even more irritated.

"Well, most of our clients bring their pet in their carrier and pick them up the same way. We have a small selection of inexpensive carriers if you wish. I think we have some temporary cardboard carriers in back if you'd like me to look."

"Yeah. Temporary. That's fine. I left the carrier on the… at home. Yeah, at home."

Trin went to the back and put together a sturdy cardboard carrier and placed Samson inside. He knew that the customer would have a fit if he handed him that carrier and asked him to put it together.

He came back through the door with the carrier and Samson. "We have a paper to fill out. Since it is an overnight stay the doctor has decided there won't be any boarding fee."

The desire to make a rude remark crossed Barry's face, but it managed to keep whatever he had to say to himself. "Okay, I'm in a hurry… you know… Elsa missed her baby… where's the paper?"

He filled out the form, took the cat and left without a thank-you or even a got-to-hell.

~~~~~~~The strip-mall parking lot

Lucy had already written down the license plate and run it through her connections on the Bel Air Police force. A quick inspection of Barry's vehicle revealed very little. She jotted down everything in view, just in case. Too bad he had the sense to lock it… glove compartments usually have clues…

"Here he comes, he has the cat. Well… he has a cheap carrier." The Bard was in the back seat now. He slumped down. Barry knew him at least well enough to recognize him

"Okay, I'm on it. I see him." She pulled out her cell phone. "Hey, partner. Paydirt. Yep… Barry. He's got the cat. Gonna follow… No, no contact. Yes. Call that vet… see what you can find out. About twenty minutes. Heading towards the pier. Yeah… not the docks again… I know."

"You're in good hands with All State. Like a good neighbor, I'm everywhere… The General is in the jeep… More ice… The penguin is sweating… You know I'll protect you Lucy, I have the name your price tool." The Bard started singing Mandy. Lucy smiled as she went through the thought process, State Farm Commercial… Like a Good Neighbor Song… written by Barry Manilow… big hit… Mandy… not so crazy… or maybe I am too. Lucy sang along.

Barry pulled into Jack-in-the-Box and got in the drive thru line. He took out his cell. Lucy parked about forty yards away, well within range of one of Tenaya's new toys. She put the lightweight headphones on and pointed the slim microphone towards Barry. At first she got noise, but then she got Barry's voice as though he was sitting right next to her. It worked. She listened to the one sided conversation:

"Yeah… I have him right here. Just getting a quick bite to eat then I'm on my way. Well, you know. About ninety minutes. Yeah. See you then. Yeah… okay then…bitch… rustling…a cat meows…yes, I'll have a Jumbo Jack and a medium coke…JUMBO Ja… YES… no fries… THAT’S IT! Okay."

"This guys a real jackass. He can't even order a burger without being a jerk. Ninety minutes… Hmmm. I wonder where his partner is. That's a long ways, about ninety miles or so. How the hell did the cat find its way down here." Lucy started musing. "Hell, that is a hell of a radius. All of L.A. and Orange counties. Riverside, San Berdo… Damn near to San Diego."

"Stars in the sky
starfish drift by
she smiles, my oh my
Catalina!

An oldie from ten seconds ago. Yes, what better place to commit crimes then the beautiful island of Catalina, a mere twenty-six miles across the sea. About ninety minutes for you and me… Cat a liiiii naaa aaaaa aaaaaaa!" The Bard sang most of his little speech and it sounded like a song right out of the fifties.

Lucy perked up. "Yes. I hadn't thought about that. He's heading to the damn docks. He's going for a boat. They've got her stashed out on the ocean, or somewhere on Catalina Island. That could be it. You're a genius. But, you already know that."

"No, I'm normal. Eveyone else, present company excluded of course, is an imbecile or a poor speller. Or BOTH!"

About ten minutes later, Barry pulled into the parking lot by the Long Beach pier. Lucy parked a distance away and, with the Bard, followed Barry on foot. She had her listening device on, just in case.

~~~~~~On Long Beach Pier

Barry seemed to be in a rush. He stopped by an extremely large yacht that had a party going on. He starred up at the deck. A short and round man recognized him and waved him aboard. Barry made some gestures that indicated he was in a hurry, and motioned the man to him. The man came down to Barry.

Lucy listened.

"Barry, my friend, what brings you here. The party is just starting to warm up."

Barry held up the box with the cat. "Meow. I guess you get the picture."

"Yes, I see. Well, sorry about that. You couldn't very well expect me to turn around with the girl on board. I did take it to the vet and made sure it was safe. Most would have thrown it overboard and pretended not to have seen it." Abdullah looked peeved by the intrusion.

Barry considered that and realized that he would have done exactly that. "Yeah. I suppose so. I just hated coming all this way for the damn thing. Not your fault, I guess. Next time, throw it overboard!"

They both laughed at that one. Abdullah said, "We are just about to enjoy our new acquisition. You are welcome to participate if you wish. No charge for a friend… the first time that is."

"No. It is tempting. But, I best get back. Elsa is waiting for her little Samson." He turned and left without a goodbye.

Lucy turned to the Bard. "We can't follow him on the open water. At least we have an idea where he is going. There's a girl on that yacht in danger. It could be Angela. If not, it's still somebody's girl. I'm calling for backup. He said, we're just about to enjoy her. I don't think we can wait. Ready for some action?"

In a perfect John Wayne voice, the Bard said, "line up the wagons in a circle, or they'll be no s'mores for you."

The two of them walked along the pier nonchalantly, heading towards the large yacht, where the party was going on. Back-up was on the way, but they weren't waiting.

Author Notes Getting somewhere now. Suggestions or input eagerly sought as always.

Chapter 13
To The Rescue!

By michaelcahill

Previously, Lucy and the Bard arrived at the vet just in time to see Barry going in the front door. Twenty minutes later, he came out with the cat and headed towards the Long Beach pier. They tailed him. They observed him talking to a man in front of a docked yacht and overheard with Lucy's listening device that there was a girl on board. Barry left out to sea and Lucy decided that they would not wait for back up to arrive. She felt that the girl was in immediate danger. We resume the story now as Lucy and the Bard approach the yacht.

Lucy knew from experience that the two of them raiding a yacht full of partiers of unknown origin wasn't the safest bet. She knew that some of them were willing to participate in pedophilia. Any one on that yacht could be armed. But, there was a girl in trouble and it could be Angela, they didn't know. There was no time to wait. The Bard seemed always ready to jump into a fray.

They arrived at the ramp leading up to the boat and started walking. No one paid any notice of them. Lucy wasn't dressed to the nines, but she wasn't that out of place, as some were dressed in casual attire suitable for the beach. They made it to the deck and attempted to blend in with the crowd, looking for the man that Barry had spoken to. He didn't seem to be topside.

Lucy and the Bard had to get below deck to where the action was. The question was, should they just slip below and leave the top to the back up on its way, or make their move right now top side.

"We've got to get to that girl now", she whispered to the Bard, "through that door… looks like the stairwell down… that's our play".

The Bard nodded his head and took the lead. The door was open. The stairwell was dimly lit and led to a large room that was empty. It was a master bedroom, perhaps. Laughter could be heard from a room off to the right, but no screams or any other sounds. Lucy drew her revolver and nodded to the Bard. He opened the door and rolled into the room in one motion, as Lucy stepped in with her gun drawn.

"No one move! Hands on top of your heads and move up against that wall." She indicated the wall to her left by nodding her head. Nettie lay on the bed in a flimsy negligee, heavily drugged and seemingly unaware of what was taking place. From a side room two men burst forth firing their handguns. Lucy dropped the first one as he fired his first round, which missed. He shot a second round, which hit a man lined up against the wall who slumped to the ground. He wasn't able to get off a third shot; he was dead before he hit the ground.

From his position on the ground, the Bard was able to kick the shooting arm of the second gunman and his first shot hit the ceiling of the bedroom. Lucy had him at gunpoint and crawling to the wall a moment later. In the melee, Abdullah bolted for the door and made it to the stairwell. Lucy nodded to the Bard indicating she had control of the situation.

Abdullah pushed his way through the panicked crowd and jumped off the side of the yacht into the harbor. The Bard reached the top deck just in time to witness him jump. The Long Beach Police were already on their way down the pier, responding to Lucy's call for backup, and several 911 calls, when the Bard dove in after Abdullah.

Sgt. Lackey came upon Lucy holding six men against the wall with one prone and moaning in a pool of blood. Nettie was still on the bed in a cloud. Sgt. Lackey called out up the stairs, "Get the medics down here, we have a victim. And send officer Gabriella pronto!"

In moments, a young female officer flew down the stairs. Sgt Lackey motioned to Nettie and Officer Gabriella rushed to scoop her up. Lucy looked at her plaintively.

Officer Gabriella caught Lucy's eye and smiled at her, "She hasn't been touched."

Lucy finally allowed a faint smile to creep across her face. She nodded to the officer and then returned her attention to the scum lined up against the wall. But, you were all ready too… weren't you… pigs.

Officers came down to secure the crime scene as Sgt. Lackey interviewed Lucy. The officers on the top deck were having a field day making arrests for various misdemeanors and felonies ranging from simple possession to felony racketeering warrants. Several partygoers had to be fished out of the waters of Long Beach Harbor.

One criminal never did see the surface again. Abdullah's body was found later that day close to where he dived in the water, about twenty feet down being nibbled on by a few local crabs.

Sgt. Lackey couldn't help but be amused by his interview of the Bard. Lucy had already clued him in that the Bard had a few eccentricities. "Now, when you opened the door where the little girl was being held, tell me in your own words what happened."

"My words? Hmm. Let's see. I had a whole routine prepared with dancing bears and impersonations… But, okay… I opened the door and rolled in so that the Goddess Lucy would have a clear shot at the percolators. She caught them with their naughty nickers down you see. Then the evil twins pop out from behind door number two… poor sports… firing… Lucy drops one… he shoots a bad guy before he dies… I got a kick out of the next guy and Lucy has his attention and then the creepy guy runs for it. He ran away."

Sgt. Lackey found this all a great deal of fun and was the kind of cop that still had a sense of humor and a sense of humanity. "And you pursued him?"

"Yes. I invented the Olympics you know… well, you aren't going to believe that one. Yes, he dove off the side of the boat and with the utmost of concern for my fellow citizen of earth I asked Clarence what to do and he said "Go get Zuzu's petals" and I said "my mouth's bleedin' Burt" and I dove in after him and he saved me by making me try to save him. But, he didn't get his wings cause you can't fly under water. You just drown cause they weigh you down."

Sgt. Lackey chuckled. "So, you dove in after him, but you couldn't find him and he drowned. Is that about the size of it?"

"My God! That is so concise and to the point. You should spend more time with me. I'm so misunderstood." The Bard saluted the Sgt. turned and went looking for Lucy.

The Bard found Lucy by her car waiting for him. "How's the little girl?"

Lucy smiled.

The Bard didn't even let her get a word out. "She has you to thank, Supergirl. Your instincts were right on the money. We couldn't have waited another minute." He bowed deeply to her.

"You were rather heroic yourself. Is that a Rolex? Where did you find that?"

"Do you believe in mermen? It started out as a movie about a man that turned into a fish. You remember Barney Fife right. Well, Opie went on to do Happy Days and went bald, but Barney see, he became a fish and gave me this watch. He was in the water when that poor guy drowned. Of course, I tried to save him, but he was a low life and I can't swim so I guess in all the excitement I held him under water too long. Well some of this is too obscure. But just know this; these days are ours… share them with me." He grabbed her hand and gave it a kiss. She didn't quite catch all the references, but she was charmed nonetheless.

Author Notes All suggestions and input appreciated and looked forward too. Thank you so much. I always consider all input.

Chapter 14
Invisible Yacht, Vegas Bound

By michaelcahill

Previously, The Bard and Lucy boarded the yacht without backup and arrived in time to prevent Nettie from coming to harm. Lucy held the ring of pedophiles at gunpoint while the Bard chased a fleeing Abdullah to the top deck where he jumped ship. The Bard followed him overboard. Abdullah's body was found later, drowned. The police made a number of arrests for various charges. Barry was already on his way with the cat back to the yacht anchored at sea. Elsa was about to make a phone call. We continue with the story now as Angela eavesdrops on a call made by Elsa.

~~~~~~~The Yacht Anchored Out at Sea

No one paid the least bit of attention to the shivering Angela as she slipped below deck. She dried off as best she could and took up residence in her favorite spot beneath the air vent a foredeck. The other children played in a strange manic and forced manner. Surely playing tag couldn't be all that amusing. Elsa spent a lot of time on the phone. Angela could usually discern the party she conversed with by the tone of her voice. With Barry, a deriding, dismissive tone gave it away. Angela found it both sad and amusing that Barry didn't seem to detect that tone himself.

But now, she heard a tone coming from Elsa she had never heard before. She could only call it submissive. How odd it sounded, coming from the arrogant Elsa. My goodness… sir… she called him sir. It must be the President.

Elsa paced the upper deck with her cell phone to her ear. "Well, it has to be Barry. He was just there picking up my cat. Christ! He's on his way here right now. Yes… but, what if they are tracking him? No. He'll throw my cat in the ocean for Christ's sake. I'm waiting till he gets here. What about the girl? Well, twenty million dollars… more than all these snot-nosed kids combined. Okay. Okay! No. I know. I'll contact you when we arrive. Jesus. He's dead. That little girl knows everything."

Angela felt the yacht go into motion. They were going… somewhere. Barry is in for a surprise.

~~~~~~~Barry's boat at sea

Barry arrived where the yacht belonged and noted that the yacht had become invisible. He looked around, much like one of limited intellect would, as though it would mysteriously appear from a vortex. Plan A failed. It did not appear from a vortex, or any other rip in the fabric of time and space. He stood there dumbfounded. The look suited him, as his boat rocked in the water, and the cat meowed as if to say, "hey, the yacht isn't here, you could have just asked me."

Barry implemented plan B. He took out his cell phone and called Elsa. "Elsa. What the hell, where's the boat? What? I just talked to him… No one followed me. I'm in the middle of… Elsa… Elsa!" He punched in her number again and put the phone to his ear. "Dammit Elsa. Pick up the damn phone. Call me back. What the hell am I supposed to do out here? Elsa!" He jammed the phone in his pocket.

He headed for Catalina. He didn't have the gas to make it to Long Beach.

~~~~~~~Newport Beach Harbor

Sam maneuvered The Norwegian Queen into the docks, as Elsa gave final instructions to the children down below decks. "Angela has not experienced punishment, so you may want to explain the advantages of proper behavior to her. You are to remain absolutely silent while we are docked here. The door will remain locked. Your meals will be brought down to you. There is radio and plenty of games to keep you occupied. That will be all." She turned and went topside, locking the door behind her.

"Is everything secure, Sam?" Elsa spoke to him as though he were a hired deck hand, which he was.

”All secure, Ma'am," he responded like a hired deck hand, one that resented being one.

"Very well." She turned, went to the bow of the ship and sat down. She took out her phone to make a call. It was a different phone than she had been using. That phone was somewhere between Newport Harbor and Catalina Island, about one hundred feet, or so, below water, depending on where it landed.

"It's Elsa. We're here. I don't like it. One of those brats is bound to make a racket. When do we move?" She looked around. The harbor was teeming with boats of all sizes. The pier, nearby restaurants and beaches were crawling with people. Newport Beach wasn't Bel Air rich, but it was upscale, to say the least. The blue Pacific waters had a distinct green tint in this harbor.

Elsa listened to whatever the party she called had to say. She offered little in response, other than a few head nods. It is assumed that the party couldn't see them, but probably assumed she made them. Finally, she spoke, "Okay then, two vans make sense. I couldn't bear being in a van with all of them at once. Three or four for a five-hour drive is bad enough. Yes. All right then." She put the phone in her purse, sat back on the chair and seemed to relax.

~~~~~~~Caesar's Palace Las Vegas

"Elsa's bringing six of the kids up here and my niece too. We're going to handle it from here. I'll be in the background. Angela knows me; I don't need her seeing me. It would be bad for her health. Barry wasn't going to make it anyway. We can still keep Susan's name out of it, grieving mother and all. But, Angela gets a peek at uncle Winston, she forces our hand.” Winston turned and looked out the window. The view from atop Caesar's Palace was spectacular. Winston looked as comfortable in a two thousand dollar suit as he did in military garb, whatever made him money… that's what he wore.

~~~~~~~The Catalina Ferry

Barry left his boat in the harbor and took the water taxi to shore. He was on the Catalina Ferry to San Pedro Harbor fifteen minutes after the taxi let him off. He took off straight to Las Vegas as soon as he found his car in the parking lot. They think they're gonna leave me hangin'… think again! The Blackwell girl's my deal… believe that.

~~~~~~~~Long Beach Hospital

Dr. Rhonda Clites worked for the Long Beach Police Department and ran the department devoted to child crimes. She had her certifications for regular police duty, but seldom saw action on the street. She did take that aspect of her job seriously, and kept up her skills with weapons and fighting skills. Her main focus remained her degree in psychiatry.

Nettie had detoxed to the point that she had consumed a decent dinner and had her television on when Dr. Clites entered her room. Nettie's room had guards posted; they weren't taking any chances with her safety. The Sgt. thought that a friendly female in street clothes would get more information from Nettie. She would no doubt be more at ease with her than with a uniformed officer.

"May I call you Nettie, or do you prefer Antoinette?" Dr. Clites had a soothing voice that wasn't practiced, it came naturally to her.

"I hate that name… Nettie. That's what Trip called me. Everyone got that from him… except Angela, she called me by my right name."

"Okay, Antoinette, you can call me Rhonda. I know what you mean, they called me Ronnie in school and I hated it too. I thought it sounded like a boy's name."

That got a smile out of Antoinette.

"Do you remember how many children where on the boat with you?"

"When they took me, there were seven… well, eight including me. So, there were seven left when that creepy man and lady took me away."

"How did you get on the boat?"

"I lived in Morocco. I lived with other kids on the streets. We hid out in old buildings and stuff. They told me they wanted to give me a home of my own and a family to grow up with. But, they kept finding families for other kids. I was there a long time… and then that fat man and his wife wanted me for their family. I don't know what happened. I don't remember much. I got real tired and wanted to sleep."

Dr. Clites continued to question Antoinette for some time. Nettie seemed to have no memory of anything after arriving at Long Beach Harbor and boarding the yacht with Abdullah. They must of drugged her on the way to the docks. The names, Elsa, Barry, and Sam, who appeared to be a deck hand, where the only adult names she knew. She named the kids that were left on board, including Trip and Angela. She also named some kids that had already been sold. She didn’t know last names though. All in all, it didn't amount to much. Barry was a name under suspicion, so it did confirm him as a definite suspect.

The police on Catalina Island had seized Barry's boat, but he had successfully evaded capture. He had taken the ferry to the mainland, retrieved his car and headed to Vegas well in advance of any effort to apprehend him. His whereabouts were unknown.

As it stood now, everyone's whereabouts, including Angela's, were unknown. Everyone anxiously awaited the next call, informing them of the ransom drop location.

Author Notes Action moving back to dry land and bright lights, VEGAS! All input and suggestions eagerly sought and considered.

characters: Updated for book 2

Johnathon Blackwell Senior-Harpster, deceased former owner of a music conglomerate. Death prematurely announced. Actually kidnapped and now in hiding.

Johnathon Blackwell Junior- Senior's son and heir apparent to the family fortune. Currently in prison for Mudering Harpster. He is unaware the his father is alive.

Lilith Blackwell- Widow of Blackwell Senior and claimant to the estate. Filed billion dollar civil suit.

The Bard-Stewart Slater, homeless, writer, musician, mentally ill. witness to the death of Harpster amongst other things.

Detective Tenaya Adrian- lead is there is a murder to investigate.

Detective Lucy Smaldino, Tenaya's partner

Lincoln- The Blackwell family butler.

Ruby Dancer- singer and Daughter of Harpster though she doesn't know anything about it. Revealed to be his daughter at the end of book 1. Now the heir to the Blackwell estate.

Diamond Dancer- mother of Ruby and former mistress of Harpster. Refuses to tell Ruby anything about her father. Forced to reveal that Harpster was Ruby's father.

Dr. Khin- The Blackwell personal family physcian--Killed by Winston in the first book.

"Q & A"-- Q Aubrey Langstan--"Q" The Blackwell family attorney. Loyal to Harpster.

Daniel- Blackwell Senior's Deaf brother.

Esmeralda "Emma" Blackwell- Blackwell Seniors Mother

Winston- Blackwell Senior's son. War hero turned mercenary. Kidnaped father and the Bard. Accused of conspiracy to murder his father. Warrant is out, he's at large.

Susan Blackwell-Johnathon Blackwell Junior's wife

Angela Blackwell- Susan and Junior's daughter

Adam Jefferson-age 13, Angela's friend

Elsa, one of Angela's kidnappers

Barry, one of Susan's old boyfriends and apparently in on Angela's kidnapping

Trip & Antoinette (Nettie) Two kids on the boat that Angela is being held on. Possible victims themselves.

Abigail Stevens, Lincoln's daughter--Jenkins, Jazzy and June, Lincoln's grandkids.

Abdullah and Ysenia- Purchased Antoinette (Nettie) for their own devices from Barry and Elsa #Abdullah drowned in raid.

Chapter 15
Vegas Bound

By michaelcahill

Previously, Barry showed up to return Elsa's cat but the yacht was gone. He left Catalina Island via the ferry, got his car and made a bee line to Vegas. The cat still had the micro chip in its system and they were being tracked. It was time to determine whether following him to Vegas was the next move. We continue the story now as the debate continues.

~~~~~~The Blackwell Mansion

Well, they knew where one member of the child-selling cartel was, Samson the cat. Junior thought back to that scene in the vets when Angela threw her spoiled-rich-girl fit.

~~~~~~~The Bel Air Animal Clinic: Two Years Earlier

"Daddy, I want a chip for Beauregard. What if he gets lost. I'd be so sad. All the other pets here have chips. Their mommy's and daddy's care about them. No one care's about my pet." Angela put her hands over her face and began sobbing. The cries carried through the waiting room and everyone there fixed their eyes on Johnathon Blackwell Junior.

Angela had completely dry eyes and made a scene strictly out of spite. She knew her father didn't even want to be there with her to begin with. A little punishment was in order as she saw it.

"Okay. Okay! Of course, we'll put a chip in Belvedere."

"It's Beauregard. You don't even know his name." The cries became louder now.

"Yes. Beauregard, I mean. Beauregard." Junior jumped up and went to the receptionist's window. "I need a chip put in my daughter's pet rat."

"Sir, the smallest one we have is designed for a kitten… I don't think it would even… "

"Look, I don't care what it costs or where you put it. I need a chip in that rat. Now, tell the vet to get on it."

"Well, hold on a minute, sir. I'll talk to him."

A couple minutes later, the door opened and they were called back. Dr. Kartoonian took Junior to the side, "This is the latest in technology. It is for police dogs. But, if you are willing to pay for it, we can insert it right above the thigh of her pet near the breastbone. It will fit there. It seems silly to… "

"Just do it Doc."

Twenty minutes later Beauregard was brought out to the waiting room, chip installed, none the worse for wear. The need to have state of the art GPS tracking on a pet rat was not apparent at the time.

~~~~~~~Current Time: Back at the Mansion

Tenaya had a question for no one in particular. "Isn't that damn chip going to pass through the cat at some point?"

Lucy laughed, "It would seem like the logical next step."

The Bard looked reflective, "You don't suppose Barry is a cat shit connoisseur do you?"

Diamond found that to be quite amusing and let a big laugh out.

Junior started to speak, but caught the Bard looking at him presumably ready to silence him and thought better of it.

Tenaya said, "So where is the cat now?"

Lucy answered, "Heading north on the 15."

"Vegas." Tenaya looked at a hand held tracking device.

"Yep. Or, Death Valley. But, I'm betting Vegas." Lucy seemed hesitant to offer a suggestion.

Harpster offered up what everyone was thinking, "Hell, we can't just follow it. What if we're on our way to Vegas and the kidnappers call to leave the money here in Bel Air? We're stuck here until we get that damn phone call."

Tenaya wasn't so sure. "I don't know. Something happened to change the game. It looks to me like Barry's been cut out of the picture. He leaves the vet, goes to the docks, takes off out to sea. Then what? He shows up at Catalina, hops the ferry, grabs his car and takes off to Vegas with the cat. Why didn't he give the cat back to Elsa? Hell, she obviously sent him to fetch it. See what I'm saying? She wasn't there to receive it. She got called away or she just plain dumped his ass and took off. If that's the case, the play is in Vegas. Why the hell else would Barry go there? I say we go there. That is where Angela is. I feel it."

Susan slipped out of the room. She thought she left unnoticed, but everyone noticed. Tenaya had succeeded in putting her at ease by having Lucy side with her. But, Susan remained at the top of their list."

Lucy already had her listening device on pointed in the direction Lucy left in.

"Damn it Barry, what in hell is going on? Where is my daughter? I thought you had this under control. Where the hell are you going? What? You've got to be… Christ, Barry. You better find out where the hell… I'm putting this on vibrate… text me. I'll call back when I can. You best… Yeah, okay. You best find her, dammit. This was supposed to be a simple money deal. If anything… Barry? Barry? Shit!" Susan put her phone in her purse and made her way back to the study where everyone continued to discuss the situation.

Tenaya pretended not to notice her coming back. After a couple minutes, she turned to Susan. "What do you think? Should we wait here or go to Vegas?"

"I don't know. Like I said. I don't think Barry could possibly be involved. But, if you think Vegas is the best bet, then that's what you should do. I just want my baby back."

Lucy looked to Harpster, "You have all the money?"

Harpster looked to Ruby.

Ruby replied, "All cash, small bills." She nodded towards a green duffel bag sitting on the floor beside her.

Harpster stood up, "He can fly the jet. Twenty-minute flight. Take off." He gestured to the Bard.

Tenaya took the keys, nodded to Ruby, Lucy and the Bard headed out the door with them. They were on their way to Burbank Airport where the Blackwell Publishing private jet was housed. They'd be in Vegas within the hour depending on street traffic. They'd beat Samson the cat there and Barry too, assuming he was with the cat.

Before they even opened the front door, Susan's cell phone rang. Diamond flicked the various switches that activated the recording equipment. The detectives and Ruby paused at the door.

Susan took a deep breath and answered. "Hello, Susan Blackwell."

"Caesar's Palace… get there and check in. No cops. Bring the money. We will contact you there."

Susan shook her head indicating they hung up.

Harpster spoke again, "I have two jets, let's go."

Author Notes action moves to Las Vegas.

Chapter 16
Flying Qantas

By michaelcahill

Tracking a micro chip that is in a cat for the moment is about the only link to the kidnappers that the detectives have. The call to Las Vegas has been made as the kidnappers and the action shifts there. We pick up the story as two Lear jets land at Las Vegas airport. Plans are made to check into Caesar's Palace while The Bard and Tenaya try to track Barry.

~~~~~~~One of the two limos on the way to Burbank Airport

Harpster pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket and made a call. "Johnny. I'm gonna need clearance and I'm gonna need it now… no, both jets… Vegas. We're on our way right now. Have it arranged. No delays… I'll explain another time. Yeah. Okay. You're gold Johnny."

Tenaya bent forward in the limo towards Lucy, "Where does the tracker show the device now?"

"It's stopped in Baker. Depending on how fast he tries to get there and when we hit the air, it looks like we'll beat him there. Well, providing he didn't dump the cat in Baker."

"Or the cat didn't dump in Baker." The Bard added.

They all laughed at that. Harpster noted, "I can't take him anywhere. I take him to funerals and everyone is laughing as the body's lowered into the ground."

Tenaya laughed, "You're right! I met him at your funeral. Geez, what a scam that was."

Lucy was the first to stop laughing. She looked at Harpster. "What the hell is the story with that bitch?"

Harpster knew without asking that she was asking about Susan. "She has a past. Don't we all. But, she's slick. I'm not surprised she got over on my son. He's always been an easy mark. But, she got over on me too. I put her past behind her, just like she wanted me to. Hell, Lucy, she's the mother of my favorite granddaughter. Angela's the daughter I never had. She's bright and talented. Damn it, I wanted to believe that my damn family finally had some light in it, a future. You can't know what it's like to see a legacy burn out. Decades… centuries, really, of art and music, snuffed out like a candle between two fat fingers. Then along comes Angela, and I start to see that light again, you know? I wanted to believe, so I did."

"Do you think she has her old connections? Salatia, as she was known by, had a rap sheet with few rivals. Extortion, kidnapping, pyramid schemes even conspiracy to commit… there isn't much in the way of crime she hasn't dabbled in. I must admit that until she showed her true colors, blowing up at your son, she came across like Suzie Homemaker. But, I didn't know her past, either."

"Hell, Lucy, I knew her past and it didn't occur to me. For Christ's sake, it's her own daughter. I was under the impression she loved her. As pathetic as my son is, at least he loves his daughter. At least I can believe that." Harpster looked worried. He rarely looked worried.

It unnerved Lucy. This Susan must be worse than I think… and I don't think very highly of her. "Tenaya, Bard, look… we can't let on to Susan that we're on to her. That goes for you too, Harpster. I know she makes us all sick. But, she's desperate. If Barry's getting cut out, she's getting cut out too. That puts Angela in danger. It isn't simply a money deal anymore. We can assume the players now don't care, one way or the other, if Angela makes it for them dead or alive. I'm guessing, dead works out better for them. That's reality."

Tenaya was on the same page, "We need to hold on to these two fools and hope they can get us a foot in the door. Then we can take it from there. No one is gonna sneeze at twenty million bucks. That's the ace. Someone has to pick it up. And then they have to take it somewhere. Someone has to receive it. Follow the money. That's always the play."

The two limo's pulled right onto the tarmac at Burbank airport. Two Lear jets were fueled and ready to go. They were walking towards them within minutes of arriving at the airport. Everyone traveled light and had a carry-on bag or nothing.

The Bard poked Tenaya in the shoulder, "I bought these planes for about a hundred dollars. Yeah. A hundred dollars. Yeah. The same price as a chocolate candy bar from K-Mart. Of course, this is Qantas Airlines, yeah. Qanta's. Qanta's never crashed, never crashed."

Diamond was walking behind them with Ruby. They both boarded their plane laughing out loud.

The Bard was still talking as he and Lucy took a seat. "Did you notice the windshield wipers? That is a little worrisome to me. If it starts raining and the windshield wipers fail, is that an emergency?" He stood up and held a pretend microphone. "Mayday! Mayday! The wipers are out! The wipers are out! We're flyin' blind up here. It’s the Matterhorn! Oh no, I think I see Tinkerbelle… She's sprinkling glitter on the windshield… oh my God! It's making it worse! We're going down. Damn fairy! Ahhhhhhh….."

Harpster stood up and walked over to them. "I don't want to make you ill at ease, Lucy, but, Bard, the cockpits up there." Harpster pointed to the front of the airplane. "We installed new wipers. You'll be fine."

"Yeah. Fine. Everything's fine. Once around the driveway. Of course, I'm an excellent pilot. Yeah. I'm talking to the pilot in the bomber… you don’t want to do this… naw… too obscure. I accept this award on behalf of the children… doesn't anyone care about the children…" He kept talking as the cockpit door closed. No one gave it a second thought.

this pile of metal
and noisy rotating things
hurtling down this long pathway
it seems so insane
as the end of the path looms ahead
we look at the sky
and think of a bird
we dream that we are a bird
the thrill is amazing
as we become one

We can fly!

In a little over twenty minutes, Las Vegas airport loomed ahead. The familiar Las Vegas skyline appeared before them. Normally there would be a rush of excitement as a quick getaway of gambling and entertainment awaited. But this trip was strictly business, serious life and death business.

Lucy looked at her hand held monitor. The chip, hopefully still in the cat, was about thirty miles outside of town. That gave them plenty of time to de-plane and track it to its destination. Susan, Lucy and Ruby would check into Caesar's Palace as instructed, along with Junior. Lucy would be undercover and out of sight. The Bard and Tenaya would tail Barry to wherever he was going.

~~~~~~~Barry's Car, Thirty miles outside of Las Vegas

Until now, Barry had been taking a direct route to Las Vegas. The turn off the 15 freeway was unexpected. Tenaya had the tracking device and she started the car and headed south on the 15 towards the turn-off Barry took. The Bard called Lucy to tell them of the unexpected turn of events. The kids, and presumably Angela, were not being kept in Las Vegas. It looked like they might be in a mountainous region, or perhaps the valley nearby, about twenty miles east. Hopefully, they would have the answer soon.

Author Notes The action shifts to Vegas. The wherabouts of the kids and Angela is unknown. Very little to go by now. Great input and suggestions. Always open to any thoughts or ideas. Thanks for all of your help.

Chapter 17
Caesar's Palace & All Souls School

By michaelcahill

Previously, the decision to move to Las Vegas was made and confirmed by a call from the kidnappers. Barry's car was being tracked on the 15 freeway which was the way to Las Vegas and little else. Barry had seemingly been cut out of the deal by Elsa and that meant that Susan was also cut out of the deal. Now Angela's fate was in someone else's hands and they were not hands that were friendly. She was in a great deal more danger now. We continue on now as The Bard and Lucy track Barry. Elsa has Angela and the other children, also en route to the Las Vegas area. Everyone else has already arrived.

~~~~~~~~~~~Lucy's car in the 15 southbound

Lucy kept looking at the monitor with great interest. Where the hell is he going? What the hell? "Hell, all of a sudden he stops. It looks like he just stopped in the middle of the road. What is he doing?"

~~~~~~Barry's car on Brighton Canyon Road

That'll give em something to think about. Tail me out here why don't you. "Whadda say, Samson, anyone coming. Let them report that to their boss. Ha! They don't think I can spot a tail?" Okay, back on the highway. Damn you Elsa, that little bitch is mine. I'll put you in the ground before you get a dime. Back stabbin' whore. Barry spun the car around and headed back towards the 15 freeway. Samson continued his nap. He wasn't the least bit impressed.

~~~~~~~~Lucy's car pulled off on the shoulder of the 15 southbound

"Now what? He's headin' back to the 15. What's he doin', takin' a leak? Let's take the next exit and wait for him to pass and we'll follow him. If he keeps heading north that is. Who knows what this fool is going to do. Maybe he's taking advice from that cat."

The Bard was laughing.

"What are you laughing about?"

"That's funny. Taking advice from the cat. I'm just imagining the cat sitting there smoking a cigar like an old gangster movie" He started giggling. "You dirty rat, I'm gonna eat you like I ate your brutha, see? Yeah." He continued to laugh.

Lucy shook her head. "You know, sometimes I just envy the hell out of you. Other times,,, well?"

"Yeah. Drive on, Dollface, I gotta feelin Mugsy's up to no good, see? I think he's back on the catnip. Ya know how he gets on that weed, Doll. It ain't pretty. Nope. Ain't no ballerina makin' pickles in a cheese factory, if ya know what I mean?"

Lucy burst out laughing at that. "Yes, God help me, I do know what you mean!"

"Okay then, Doll. Don't get all misty on me now. I can't handle a dame when the waterworks are on. Just concentrate on them pickles. Think happy thoughts."

"Okay, he's coming up on our position. I think we give him about a ten-second gap. He's pretty nervous."

"All right. Just say when, and I'm on him. Well, not ON HIM. You know, behind him. Well… behind… I didn't mean that either… trailing… whatcha pointing at? Oh… go? Gotcha. Go."

~~~~~~~Barry's car, back on the 15 northbound

Barry took out his cell phone. "That's right. I have this damn number too. I want a call back. I have this stinking cat of yours. It looks like it would make a nice hat. That bitch is mine, you know that. If you think you're cutting me out, you are crazier than I thought you were. I know enough about you and your buddies to put you away for life. I'd call me back if I were you. Either way… here… I… come… how's that sound Samson. Does that make you purr?"

~~~~~~~Lucy's car, trailing Barry on the 15 northbound

"Tenaya, we have him in sight. He's back on 15 headin' your way. Don't know… Yep, northbound. No, we're hangin' way back. I'll keep you posted. Room 812. Okay. Got it."

~~~~~~~Caesar's Palace 8th floor, Presidential suite 812.

Tenaya reported to the people in the room. "Okay, they have Barry in sight. They're trailing him in to the city. Now we wait. You know, Susan, Anything you can remember about any of Barry's old associates might give us a clue. Name's in passing, overheard phone conversations… anything, even if it seemed meaningless."

Junior interjected, "He was a sleaze. I don't know what she ever saw in him. Swamp land in Florida, that's the level of his dealings. Real creeps and lowlifes hanging around him."

Susan bristled at that. "Like you're something classy? Passing out record deals on the couch in your office? At least I could sing, not that you ever bothered to listen."

"Hey, I signed you. Not my fault no one bought a record. No interest, sorrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy!"

"Jackass, you put all your ad money in your latest whore while I sat in the background…"

Harpster jumped up, "Enough! Who cares? I'm worried about my granddaughter. Too bad you aren't. That tells me a lot about the two of you."

Junior looked down, "I'm worried too, Dad. I'm sorry. She just gets to me. I have to ignore that and keep my mind on what's important. Whatever you think of me, I love my daughter. I do."

Harpster still looked unhappy, but perhaps saw some truth in what his son had said. He glanced over at Susan and the contempt couldn't be hidden. She looked like a caged animal ready to strike out. These were people that had lived lies for years suddenly forced to face truths. There was little to be happy about.

~~~~~~~Caesar's Palace 12th floor Emperor's suite

Winston paced in front of the window overlooking the city listening to the reports.

"They have a whole crowd down there on the eight floor. The old man is quite alive. The kids out of jail. Susan's there. The singer with the cash on hand. The detective."

"I knew the old man managed to survive. What about that jackass buddy of his, the crazy one. Yeah, and the so-called nanny?"

"No. No Slater, no Smaldino. We haven't spotted them. He could be laid up. He took a shot to the head. I'm not so sure Lucy was on board with them to begin with. She seemed looking for a payout if you ask me." Phil Ortega had been Winston's right hand man for many years. He piloted the helicopter that flew him from L.A. County General when Winston escaped. Hell, Ortega was the one that commandeered the Channel Seven Eyewitness News chopper that flew them to safety.

Winston seemed pleased with the information so far. "What about that partner of Susan's, Barry. He's a real thorn."

"He lost the tail we had on him, but he's on his way here. The 15 don't go anywhere but here."

"When he gets here, bring him in. I'd rather have him here than running around half-cocked. We'll take care of him later. What about Elsa and the kids?"

"They should be pulling into the school within the hour. Everything is in place."

~~~~~~Sacred Souls School and Church

The gate to the abandoned school hung by one hinge, but its main support was a wisteria vine that had taken over the school and chain link fence including the gate. At the moment, it was in full bloom and purple flowers made even the drab run down school look inviting.

The church stood closer to the road and still opened for Sunday service at eleven in the morning and again at four in the afternoon for services in Spanish. The school hadn't been used in twelve years. The land had been sold by the church to raise money for needed repairs and landscaping to the sanctuary and church grounds. Eight years had passed and it would be hard to point out where the money had gone.

The children were housed in the buildings at the far end of the baseball field. The front classrooms, once used for grades kindergarten through fifth, remained empty and unused. It had the look of being abandoned. Traffic in and out never took place during church hours and the children were not allowed out on Sundays at any time of the day. No one had any idea that as many as twenty-seven children lived there. At the moment there were seventeen, but seven more, including Angela Blackwell, would be arriving in less than an hour. Janine Cranston prepared to greet them and make them at home. She ran the day to day operations here. She was in charge of keeping them quiet and maintaining the secrecy of the location. She took her job quite seriously and was good at it.

Author Notes Everyone involved is converging on Vegas. But, not everyone knows where everyone else is. Suggestions are so appreciated and many are being taken and are working beautifully. Thank you so much. Please feel free to mention whatever occurs to you!!

Chapter 18
The Kids Arrive & So Does the Cat

By michaelcahill

Previously, the Bard and Lucy tailed Barry up the 15 freeway towards Las Vegas. Winston checked into the 12th floor of Caesar's Palace. Tenaya, Lucy and the Bard and the rest of their party checked into the 8th floor of Caesar's Palace. Elsa and Angela and the other children were on their way to the school that housed the children and due to arrive soon. We continue now as the children arrive at the abandoned school.

~~~~~~~~The Children Arrive at All Souls

The vans had blacked out windows with no markings on the outside, one blue and one dark green. The drivers were both named Juan. Juan Anton drove the van with Elsa and Angela in it. Juan Uribe drove the other van with Gretchen Moore, one of the caretakers of the children, as well as the other four children. The vans had a ten-minute gap between them and made sure they didn't stop at the same establishments for bathroom breaks and to pick up food.

All of the children knew the consequences of making a scene. Even Angela, who hadn't felt the sting of discipline, could deduce from the behavior of the others that stepping out of line was not to be advised. The drive had been grueling and uncomfortable for the children. All speed limits and traffic laws were obeyed so as to not draw attention. It had been a seven-hour ride by the time they reached the dirt road that led to the abandoned school. The service road encircled the school and the vans, still ten minutes apart, drove all the way to the very back of the school, farthest from the church. They couldn't be seen from any angle. The back buildings were no longer visible, due to the overgrown and unkept vegetation, including untrimmed oak trees and wildly growing wisteria vines.

By the time Angela arrived at the school, the other van had already emptied out and the children were inside. She, Trip and another girl her age named Sunny were in the second van. Sunny wasn't her real name. She had told Angela her real name, Salarjung, but explained that no one could remember it, so they all called her Sunny. It was a Muslim name that meant beautiful, she explained and added, "but I don't feel beautiful at all, not anymore." Angela offered reassurance, but it had little impact.

Angela exited the van and looked around. This is a long way from the ocean and a long way from Bel Air… what's the use. I have no idea where I am.

Elsa sounded tired. "Angela, over here." She motioned to a double door that opened to a wide hallway with classrooms on either side.

The sounds coming from them were hushed. Elsa opened a door about halfway down the hall. 108, Angela noted. She motioned her inside. Angela noted that the room had no one else in it. There were three beds, a fan, a radio and a three-drawer dresser with a brush and a mirror sitting on top. There were some clothes hanging in a cheap stand-alone closet with no door.

It occurred to Angela to ask questions. Ultimately, a sense of captivity overcame her and she sat down on the bed in resignation. Where is my family? I thought they were rich and powerful. Maybe the price is too high. With Grandpa gone and daddy in jail… who knows? That lady doesn't know me. Ruby… why would she care… Mom never did… maybe she's in on it. I know who Barry is, Mom. I knew when I was seven… Uncle Barry… right.

~~~~~~the 15 freeway north

Barry exited the 15 and headed towards the strip. Lucy and the Bard sped up to get closer.

Lucy checked in with Tenaya. "We have him going down the strip now. We're trying to get a little closer. We're about a block behind. It looks like he knows where he's going. We'll stay on his tail and let you know where that is."

Tenaya moved away from the noise in the room, "Okay, stay on him. Once he leaves that cat somewhere, we lose him. That chip could pass through that damn cat anytime. Maybe it already did. We may be tracking a cat carrier for all we know. Try to maintain visual on Barry. We can't rely on that chip. It's a miracle it got us this far."

"We're on it. We have visual now. He's heading straight for you. He's in Caesar's parking lot. I don't believe it. He's heading into Caesars Palace. He's taking the cat with him. Good boy, Barry. Don't want to leave that cat."

Lucy looked at the Bard, "Does Barry know you?"

"You mean like Biblically? Well… I'm blushing… I told him GET your hands off me you damn dirty ape, but I guess he thought that I was flirting… but, no he hasn't met me. I've seen him. Maybe, he's seen me. It's possible that he might recognize my small, but supple breasts and who wouldn't fall into eyes like these?"

Lucy smiled, "Okay, I think we should split up. You hang back and observe from a distance. I know he doesn't know me. I'll follow him. Okay?"

"I'm your huckleberry."

Barry was at the check-in counter talking to a young man that he had motioned over. Lucy noticed him slipping a bill to him.

Barry looked around as though he were committing a felony. "Tommy, I need to know what room Elsa checked into. I forgot the room number and I have her damn cat here. She's gonna be pissed if I don't get it to her and right now. Can you help me out?"

Tommy had worked at Caesar's for several years and knew Barry and Elsa well. They had stayed there many times. She had told him not to tell anyone that she was there. But here was Barry, and here was her cat. And more importantly, here was a hundred dollar bill in his hand. "She's on the twelfth floor, the Emperor Suite. She isn't there though. She hasn't arrived yet. The rest of her party's there though. They've already checked in. Business types. No Elsa, yet."

Barry thought that he smiled when he thanked him, but he didn’t. "Okay thanks, good to see you again, Timmy."

Tommy thought of correcting him, but he didn't bother. Jackass… All of em. Jackasses.

Barry headed to the elevators. Lucy followed and the Bard followed, a safe distance behind her. Lucy indicated twelve behind her back with one hand. She flashed five twice and two once and hoped the Bard understood. He didn't, but he saw the light to the 12th floor light up above the elevator and took the next one.

~~~~~~~~The Emperor Suite on the 12th floor

Barry had the cat carrier in his left hand. His right hand knocked on the door to the Emperor Suite and then slipped inside his coat to where his colt revolver was. He waited for someone to answer the door. Winston looked through the peephole and then opened the door.

"Barry, good to see you. I'm glad you found your way here. I figured you would. I don't know what that bitch was thinking panicking like that. I told her to wait. She's got a damn screw loose. I was ready to send out the other boats to rescue you. But, I should have known you'd take care of yourself. How bout a drink?"

Barry was totally taken aback, just like Winston planned him to be. "Ah… yeah… sure… that sounds good. Long drive. Could use a… drink."

"I see you've got her stupid cat with you. Good. I'm sick of hearing about it. She'll be here in a couple hours. She's situating the kids. Then the tearful reunion!" He let out with some fake laughter and Barry joined in.

Lucy had arrived in time to see Barry go into the room. She waited for the next elevator so she could go back down. When it opened, the Bard was standing there ready to step out.

Lucy stepped in and pressed eight. "Winston."

Author Notes Rolling along. Appreciating all of your suggestions. Please keep them coming. I can't tell you how much they help. Thank you so much!

Chapter 19
The Zig Zag Man In County Jail

By michaelcahill

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.

Previously, Lucy and the Bard trailed Barry and the cat all the way to Caesar's Palace. Barry rode the elevator to the 12th floor where he got off and was greeted by Winston. Winston greeted him like an old buddy and shared a drink with him. We continue the story now as Lucy and the Bard return to the eighth floor to report their shocking findings.

Lucy looked at the Bard as the doors slid shut. "Not now. We don't know where Angela is. We don't know anything. I can't believe he let that fool in there like it was homecoming week. What's up with that?"

"Just keeping an eye on him. Beats having him in the chorus line at the Lido de Paris. The show has gone downhill… hairy man legs… not a good look. Miss, Miss? PLEASE!!! Shave those legs… and have that hideous mole removed. Reminds me of Jail. I forgot to ask Junior about that. I wonder if they still remember the Zig Zag Man in county."

Lucy laughed as the elevator opened to the eighth floor. "I suppose that had to be you, am I right?"

"Well, it didn't HAVE to be. No… you're right, it did. I didn't shave in county. It seems I bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Zag, so all the homies started calling me the Zig Zag Man… even made up a song that they sang to me all the time." The Bard broke into song, "The Zig Zag Maaaaaan, doin' what he caaaaaan! The Zig Zag maaaaaan!"

They entered the room to the unsurprised eyes of its occupants. Harpster smiled. "I remember that song. We never got around to recording it. A great hook though. Maybe you could cover it, Ruby."

Ruby laughed, "I'm thinking duet." She joined in with the Bard.

Junior burst out angrily, "I'm glad you find this all so amusing. My daughter is having a great time, I'm sure. Did you two find out anything? I can see you're having a great time."

Lucy stopped smiling and frowned at Junior. It was a smile with contempt, but more irritation that someone she had little regard for was right. "Barry knocks on the door… and of all people, Winston answers. He didn't see me. He invites Barry in like they're long lost buddies. I jump back on the elevator and here we are. The cat is in the room with them… the device too, of course."

The Bard didn't like Junior's attitude towards Lucy. He had the thought of knocking him out cross his mind, but felt that the others wouldn't appreciate it under the circumstances. He went with plan B. "Now, Junior Miss, were you monogamous in jail or did you play the field. I'm sure Suzy Q understands that a girl has needs. God knows… she fully understands!"

"Look, I wasn't anybody's anything. I was a leader in jail. I called the shots. They like brains in jail. You wouldn't know about that."

"Power, yeah… I've heard of that. The little white monkey that calls the shots."

Whiter Power: Tales of the Zig Zag Man

County Jail community racist feast
Homies all wrapped like bugs in rugs on bunks
Every race so neatly placed together
Thinking genocide on a local scale

America, slavery's legacy
Ain't theys be proud wavin' that flag out front?
Sambo sez, "Lookey dat. I best be gone
They's gots dat look in dem eyes, not again!"

He remembers tales of great grand pappy
talking about the darkie days gone by
"Eli Whitney's gone and done us in; he's
invented a mechanical nigga."

"Dat Cottin Gin gots no gin cuz, waz up?"
Well, work calls. The nine to five grind, salt mine.
Crystalline and white all day, all night, friend.
Gandhi G showed the way back in the day.

The Zig Zag Man rules the white power boys.
He is that little dude with all the brains
Just tryin' to survive his time in peace
and score mucho bags of Cheetos cuz.

"You know Ben, I am just afraid that someday they are going to take this thing all wrong. You know what I mean?" "Yes, Thomas. I do indeed. But, I am sure that future generations can read between the lines as well as we can write between them. It is obvious after all. Isn't it?" "I hope so. By then it will be history."

America! Send us huddled masses.
Bring shovels and strong backs for diggin' holes.
Freedoms comin' sooner than you might think.
Yearnings allowed, but seeking you can't do.

Zig Zags out of jail now a bit ashamed.
"I'm not with them" the only words he says.
Racial intolerance is a bad thing;
it is not conducive for hiz biz'ness.

The Bard finished his poem, complete with historical voice impressions. "But, how did you have time to lead, with all that heartbreaking romance afoot?"

"What the hell are you talking about, you moron? Crawl back under your rock. I wasn't with anybody."

"Ahhhh. I see. Didn't bother with names… no LASTING relationships… nothing permanent, all casual one bunk stands. Yes, it can be like that. Some of those men though, they don't know how a girl feels… the tender heart that tries not to be hurt. You look like you could use a hug." The Bard spread his arms wide and pursed his lips as though he were going to give Junior a big hug and kiss.

"Hey, screw you freak! Screw all of you. I didn't deserve to be there in the first place. I didn't know anything. It was Winston and that Doctor. And… YOU… you were the one that hired him Daddy dearest. Not me. They told me you had a heart attack. What was I supposed to do. They had you wrapped up ready to freeze. Why would I think anything else. I DIDN'T KNOW! I'm glad we have all this time to persecute me. It sure helps bring my little girl home."

Harpster was bright red. "I was in that bag unconscious being kidnapped. You pissed away all my money just so you could walk around with your chest puffed out. Big man! Your own father and you didn't even have a question. You know what Winston was like when he got back from Iraq. You had no problem with whatever he was doing. He played you like a fiddle. Of course, you know nothing about music, so I can see where you wouldn't have a clue about that."

"All right whatever. We're not going to resolve anything now. Let's get back to my daughter. What's the plan? Why don't we trade this idiot for her?"

"This idiot is our best chance to save her. You don't know anything about him. You're just like everyone else in Bel Air, living in a world of make-believe. My friend here has lived in the real world. He knows all about it… too much about it really. So do Tenaya and Lucy. For that matter, so do Diamond and Ruby. They all know what life is all about. We know nothing. I'm trying to learn. You don't even know there is something to learn. Your whole life is a damn lie. Your pretend marriage, your pretend career… all of it. I can only hope that your love for your daughter is real. That's your only hope."

~~~~~~~All Souls School

Angela had suddenly come to know what punishment feels like. She didn't respond to the dinner call. I'm not hungry. Who wants to eat and look at those kids pretend to be grateful. I'll never give them that satisfaction. The director of the so-called school came into her room with a paddle and put it to immediate use on her backside.

"Now, you can go without dinner. Since you are too good to eat dinner with the other children, you can stay in your room alone." That is what Janine had said to her.

Angela sat on her bed in tears. She felt alone and helpless. I am here and no one that cares about me knows where I am. I don't even know if they care. Who am I to tell those kids how to act. Am I better than them…? I'm worse. I've lived an easy life. They have no life to go back to even if they are rescued. Who am I to tell them anything…? She would be alone until morning. They would call the kids to breakfast and she would answer. Until then she wouldn't make a sound. She understood now why they were afraid.

Author Notes Slowing down and trying to find good direction with this. Any suggestions and input appreciated. Your help has been wonderful. I feel like I'm in too big a hurry.

Chapter 20
Evacuating Caesar's and Wayne Newton

By michaelcahill

Previously, Angela finally found out about punishment and what being held captive really meant. For once she began to feel like a hostage. She sat in her room forlorn and wondering where her family was and why they hadn't come for her. We continue now as the announcement for breakfast is made.

Angela heard the loud announcement, "Breakfast!", followed by the loud clapping of hands and the scurrying of feet. Within moments, her feet joined in and she joined the rush to the lunchroom. Janine ignored her as she took a seat with her tray of food next to Trip. Scrambled eggs, sausage, some kind of hash brown potato stuff… whatever… I'm starving. They all began to eat in silence. Angela understood the silence and maintained it.

She now began to learn a different language, the subtle language of captivity. She was more attuned to it now. There was a way that someone captive ate a meal. One in captivity ate with gratitude, but not eagerness. You ate with hunger, but not ravenous hunger, just the hunger of one well fed and cared for. There has to be a way out of here. But, here they sit. They don't think so. Why do I? Dammit Dad! How could you let this happen? Poor Nettie. What did I save her for? Trip was right. I should have let her drown. At least it would be over. No! I can't think like that. No! Angela was hungry; she ate her breakfast just like everyone else.

~~~~~~Caesars Palace

It looked like an invasion except this was Las Vegas, Nevada in the United States of America. So, American soldiers didn't strike the same sense of terror that say Iranian soldiers would. Still, the level of tension was high as Caesar's Palace was evacuated systematically. But, nothing is systematic when it comes to drunken gamblers and partiers from all over the world.

No one was happy about following the directions of any of the people in charge. The scene was chaotic in spite of the manpower and the color of authority in which they operated. Every mid-western vacationer putting a quarter in a slot machine left their station in protest. Every blackjack playing southerner drawled an epitaph to any one that would listen. The casino and various restaurants and gift shops emptied out onto the streets accompanied by armed military guard. Once on the street they were free to take their merriment elsewhere. Indeed, they were encouraged to do just that. Most were more than willing, but a good number remained to see whatever the show might be.

The FBI waited patiently as the large hotel and casino emptied. Their target was on the twelfth floor. They were there for Winston Blackwell, international fugitive. Kidnappings, child trafficking, and whatever other matters on other people's agendas were of no interest to them. This was not a good thing for an anxious group of people on the eighth floor. It didn't bode well for the other residents on the twelfth floor either. Kidnappings and child trafficking aren't operations that like a lot of light shed on them. This was a super nova of attention.

Winston had a head start and was already on the roof. But, the FBI were aware that he would attempt and escape by air. There would be no commandeered helicopter rescue of Winston today. The only way off that roof was in handcuffs, a body bag or a strong wind and the growth of wings.

Winston had another option in mind. He took hostages on his way to the roof. Between him, his four men and Barry they had twenty-one people on the roof with them. For God's sake, they had Wayne Newton and Marie Osmond with them among the twenty-one hostages. There were other prominent business people as well, not as well known, but rich and of interest to their multi-national corporations. These were not hostages that could be factored in as percentages of expendables. Winston had a negotiable position.

The Bard, Tenaya and Lucy were on the roof as well. They knew Winston. They saw the scene unfolding and knew what his play would be. There was a large structure that housed a giant turbine fan that sat atop the structure. They were inside of it in position behind Winston. They were completely on their own. Nothing could be heard above the noise of the turbine engine. They couldn't communicate due to the interference. It was even difficult to talk to each other.

~~~~~The Eighth Floor

The expected knock came and Harpster and the others were ready to go.

A marine reservist stood at the door when Diamond opened it. "Ma'am, we need everyone downstairs immediately. Does anyone need assistance?"

Diamond said, "What is going on?"

"It's a security issue ma'am. That is all I can tell you. Leave your belongings. You can return for them later. We need everyone out now."

They started to file out. It would do no good to try to explain anything to this soldier. He couldn't make any decisions.

Harpster asked, "Who is in charge that I can speak to. My granddaughter has been kidnapped and that is why we are here?"

"They'll take care of all your questions once you are out of the building sir. That is all I can tell you."

About ten minutes later they were all outside. Attempts to contact the Bard and Tenaya were futile. They answered, but the signal was lost in seconds. Harpster began to look for someone in charge.

~~~~~FBI Command center

Harpster was stopped as he approached the command center. "Sir, there is no unauthorized personnel beyond this point."

"Look, I was in the military, son. I understand you have orders. I need to talk to someone in charge. The man you are after is my son. He is involved in kidnapping my daughter and child trafficking and God knows what else. I'm sure he'd want to talk to me. Tell him that Johnathon Harpster Senior wishes to speak with him urgently."

"Very well, sir. Wait here."

A couple minutes went by and the young soldier returned. "Follow me."

Harpster followed him into a room full of men and up to a man with an old-fashioned looking phone up to his ear. He was shouting instructions into it. "I don't want him to see anything. I want our best sharpshooter set up across the street. Use the choppers as diversions. Keep his eyes focused on that. Dammit, he's got Wayne Newton up there. I don't want that on my record for God's sake. Wayne Newton, do you hear me. Jesus Q Christ, it may as well be Elvis back from the dead. I want that jackass taken out, period."

"Sir, here's Mr. Blackwell."

"Listen, Blackwell. Is there anything you can say to that boy of yours? We got ourselves a situation here. He has got Wayne Newton up on that roof and that other girl too… what's her name? Well, it doesn't matter. I'm talking Mr. Vegas himself. Do you realize that I couldn't go home if something happened to him? My wife would divorce me. She loves him. She'd walk over my corpse to get his autograph. Now, what are we gonna do about that damn boy of yours?"

"As far as I'm concerned you can blow him to kingdom village. Look, maybe this will help. Wayne's a personal friend. So, when this is all over, I'll have Wayne take her horseback riding. My granddaughter's been kidnapped and my sweet baby boy knows where she is. So, I'd prefer you'd take him alive. I have people on the roof already to take him out. Why don't you hold off and let them do what they do."

"People? What people? I've got the marines and the full power of the FBI here. What people do you have?"

"I have the people that stopped him before. May I remind you that your people let him get away."

"Okay, Blackwell. If you have people in position then we'll work with them. We'll give them a chance. I'm keeping our men deployed. He's special forces, he knows the score. We need to be in position. Besides, the distraction can only help your people. We know about the trafficking. We'll do everything we can to find your granddaughter. He's the tip of the iceberg when it comes to trafficking. That's a world-wide web."

Author Notes Moving right along. Been busy, busy. Trying to get back on track. Suggestions, critique and ideas most welcome!!

Chapter 21
Live! From The Roof of Ceasar's!

By michaelcahill

Previously, the FBI raided Caesar's Palace in hopes of nabbing Winston. But, Winston got the jump on them and made it to the roof of Caesr's with hostages including Wayne Newton and Marie Osmond. We continue now as Winston consider's his options and the FBI considers its. In the meantime, the Bard, Tenaya and Lucy anticipated Winston's move and are already in position on the roof.

Winston was not happy. He had no idea that the FBI had a bead on him here in Las Vegas. Dammit! I have to get off this damn roof. They're not going to risk Wayne Newton. Ha! They'd never live that down. The other one too. She's pretty famous. Nancy Osmond. Something. Well, whatever, someone is worried about her too. But, Wayne. Yeah. Bigger than the President. I'm flyin' right outta here. Maybe I'll toss Miss Almond here off the roof… show em I'm serious.

Down at the makeshift headquarters Harpster was getting impatient. "Look, let the damn chopper land. Let him make his move. I guarantee you… it won't leave the roof. We have surprise on our side and your sharpshooters surrounding the scene. I know my son. He's going to do something. He's never had any patience. You're going to see bodies flying off that roof. Wayne might be one of them. You need to take some kind of action. He doesn't calm down- he heats up. Get him on the phone. Let me talk to him."

A young man in a three-piece suit with a tie in a Windsor knot came running in holding a phone. It was a regular Caesar's Palace courtesy desk phone. Apparently, they were still in range about twenty feet outside the front door. "He's on the phone, sir. It's him, Blackwell."

"Hand it over, son. This is Director Knowles, what are your demands?"

Winston looked at his phone like he'd like to shoot it. "Demands. Oh hell, Knowles. You got me all wrong. Me and Wayne here just want to take a little eye in the sky tour of this fine city. Now, if you would just let our privately chartered helicopter touch down, we'll be on our way. Oh… yeah… and ah, Mary Osgood will be coming with us."

Director Knowles covered his mouth, "Who the hell is Mary Osgood?" Everyone just threw their hands up. "Now, Mr. Blackwell, my concern is the safety of all those people on the roof including yourself, sir. We'd like to end this without any bloodshed. There isn't much you can do up there. How about showing some good faith and letting some of those people go. I'm a reason…"

"Look dammit! I'm not up here playin' games. I want my chopper on deck in five minutes or I start tossin' bodies. Get it? Little Sherry Osmont goes first. Then maybe Mr. Vegas here can make a real splash if you know what I mean. Is any of this getting through to you Knowles?"

Knowles demeanor changed decidedly. "You get near the edge of the roof; you're takin' about fifty slugs dead center between your eyes. I don't have anyone aiming at your head that isn't a sharpshooter. Now, turn yourself in while there is still a chance."

Harpster grabbed the phone. He looked at Knowles in disbelief. With his hand over the phone, he said, "Are you trying to get everyone killed? Don't challenge my son like that. He wasn't a war hero because he scares easy." He took his hand off the receiver, "Son, it's your Dad. Let's work something out here. I can still help you if you'll let me. Where's Angela, Winston? Let's get her home before something happens to her."

"Well, Daddy. I thought I blew your ass to smithereens. You and that psycho buddy of yours. I must be getting' soft. Ya see, Pops. I got the King here and the Queen too… Angela? Well, that's my ace, Pops. That's my little ace-in-the-hole. Now you explain to that idiot standing next to you how you don't want anything happening to your precious granddaughter. He seems hell bent on killing a lot of innocent people. I'd hate for my precious little niece to be one of them."

While Winston occupied himself on the phone, the Bard, Tenaya and Lucy kept watch from their position. If he could be kept occupied, they could take up a position away from the noise of that turbine and establish some communication. At least one of them had to get to a better position. Most of the hostages were frozen in terror, but Wayne Newton seemed to be in thought. He constantly surveyed the surroundings. He noted shooters on buildings across the boulevard and scanned the roof from time to time anticipating possible assistance.

With Winston's back to them and the hostages inattentive, Tenaya decided to try to get his attention. If he knew they were there, he could help with a diversion. As he scanned the area near them, she opened the door slightly. He focused on the door like an eagle. He quickly looked back to verify that Winston was occupied. Tenaya stuck her hand out the bottom of the door and pointed to a position out of view of Winston, but also away from the noise of the turbine. Wayne shook his head in the affirmative and made his way towards Winston.

Winston was still talking to Harpster on the phone. Wayne stood nearby waiting. Winston was facing away. Tenaya crept unseen over to the spot she had pointed out followed by Lucy. The Bard crept forward to where the hostages were seated much to the horror of all concerned. There wasn't anything anyone could do about it but watch him nestle in as though he had been there all along. Lucy looked at Tenaya and rolled her eyes. Wayne looked surprised, but didn't know how surprised he should actually be. The Bard was wearing a watch cap and it was pulled down over his ears. He kept his head down and if Winston wasn't looking for him, he probably wouldn't notice… probably. Wayne caught the Bard's eye and gave him a little nod. The Bard flashed him the peace sign. Wayne raised his eyebrows a little, but kept his cool.

Tenaya was able to speak softly and not be heard. There was a strong wind washing over the rooftop and the noise of the turbine was still a factor between them and the hostages.

Harpster felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it was Tenaya. He nudged Knowles and showed him the phone. Knowles shook his head and stepped out of earshot.

"This is Knowles. I'm in charge down here."

"This is Detective Adrian. I work for Blackwell… Senior. We are in position on the roof. My partner Smaldino is with me and the Ba… uh… Detective Slater is with the hostages disguised as one of them. Hold off any action. We can take him in ourselves. When we give the word, it's a go to take out his men. Don't fire on Winston. He knows where several children are being held, Blackwell Senior's granddaughter among them."

Knowles wasn't a man used to taking orders, but saw no other option at the moment. He'd let them make their play and then he'd clean it up if it failed. "Okay, we have your back. You give the word and we're ready to roll. Our players are in place and ready."

Author Notes How do you like current events? Suggestions or input is always sought and most appreciated. Trying to get caught up with responses, so cutting back on the number of postings for the time being. Thank you for your patience!

Chapter 22
The Bard's Hat, Kids On the Run

By michaelcahill

Previously, Winston had taken over the roof of Caesar's Palace with several hostages including Wayne Newton and Marie Osmond. Tenaya, Lucy, and the Bard, anticipating his move had already established position on the rooftop. The roof was surrounded and helicopter traffic was restricted. Wayne Newton assissted the team in getting a better position on Winston by helping to create a diversion. In a surprise move, the Bard snuk in and joined the hostages seated on the roof. We join the story now as Wayne keeps an eye on Winston and the Bard and tries to let Tenaya and Lucy know when they can make a move.

The Bard grabbed a hat from off the head of an older lady seated next to him. It had large yellow daisies around the brim and was made of straw. She clearly did not appreciate having her hat removed. The Bard reassured her, "It's okay, I'm a professional."

Wayne kept glancing over at the Bard a bit nervously. The Bard continued to reassure him with winks, thumbs up and peace signs. Wayne kept doing classic double takes making sure that Winston wasn't looking. The Bard was impressed with his obvious professionalism.

Lucy and Tenaya had a clear picture of what the play would be. The Bard had taken it out of their hands. Fortunately, Winston and his four goons didn't have a clue what happened to be up on the roof with him, their focus lay elsewhere. Clearly, the Bard had his eye on Winston. They had clear shots at the four goons and the element of surprise. Back up surrounded the rooftop of Caesar's Palace from every angle.

~~~~~~~The twelfth floor

Barry had managed to lag behind and escape from the group going to the roof. Winston had more important things on his mind at the time, so he didn't look for Barry. Barry managed to enter an adjoining room and hoped that the search would be confined to the suite that Winston had just vacated. The cat was on its own. Okay… Winston is toast. That's a good thing. What is he in on it for anyway. Damn Elsa! If I get my… Save my ass time here. Gotta find that bitch.

~~~~~~~The Twelfth floor Winston's room

The meows finally caught someone's ear. Sharon Lackey preferred dogs, both four and two-legged, but any animal in need would find a ready benefactor in her. She located the cat carrier and took out Samson.

Samson immediately spilled the beans. "Ya wouldn't believe it lady. These are creeps. I mean real creeps. The one in polyester never grooms himself… well that's not important now. The kids weren't friendly really, but I could see they didn't like it there. Who would out on all that water? No one listened to my input. Do they ever? No. They know everything… Can I get something to eat and ya know a little stroking here? This has been a terrible experience for me and…"

Sharon took the cat over to her superior and displayed it. "If only this guy could talk, eh chief?"

Sgt. Stouffer, usually a by-the-book hard-ass, made a sound that sent chills down the spine of Agent Lackey. It sounded like a balloon had become human and sprung a leak. "Well, saaaaaayyyyyy. Who is dis itty bitty wheeee teee teeee heeee weeeee leeee looooo liiiiiiii wooooo?"

Sharon guessed the answer, "It says Samson on his color, Sir."

"Oh, Saaaaaaamssssson. EEEWWWWW, mmmeeeeewwww… mew… mewwwwww. Where's Delilah Mr. Samson Sir?"

Samson looked at him with blown pupils, this guy is scary. They wouldn't send me home with this fruitcake would they? Start purrin', chicks dig that. Give her some good cuddles. Yeah baby, ya know it's good. That's the stuff…

~~~~~~the streets of Vegas

Susan had little trouble disappearing into the crowd and away from the group. The evacuation of Caesar's provided plenty of cover and no one had an eye on her anyway. She had to get a hold of Barry and find out what the hell was going on. A simple exchange of cash and a pick up on Catalina Island had turned into… well whatever one would call the current situation.

Barry felt his phone vibrating in his front right pocket. He took it out and saw the name, "Susan" on the screen. "I'm hiding out up here. Can't talk. FBI, right next door. Call you back."

"Wait. Just listen. Where the hell is my daughter? That's all I want to know. This was supposed to be a simple deal. Now, it's turned into a damn… Barry… Barry? Son of a… Barry!" Susan shoved her phone back in her purse and took a cab downtown.

Barry stayed put and hoped the FBI wasn't interested in other rooms on the floor.

~~~~~~~~The abandoned school

Elsa was beside herself watching the television. The scene was surreal. Winston, her partner, pranced around on the roof of Caesar's Palace with a group of hostages. There was Wayne Newton and Olivia Osmond or whatever her name was. What the hell good could possibly come from this?

Angela and the other kids sat in the lunchroom and spoke in hushed tones. No one was paying much attention to them for a change. They were all in what was once the teacher's lounge engrossed in something on television.

Angela spoke to Trip in hushed tones, "This may be the only chance we have to escape. What do you think?"

Trip turned pale. "We can't escape. We don't even know where we are. They find us there is no telling, Angela. Are you nuts?"

"You wanna stay here 'till you're sold to who knows who? Not me. Let's go… we'll never get another chance. You and me." Angela looked determined. I'm going either way. I'd rather you came too. But, I'm taking my chances.

She looks serious. She just doesn't know what these people can do. "Angela. It is crazy. We'll never make it. They'll make us pay big time when they catch us. And even if we do get away, we don't know where we are. Where would we go?"

Angela looked at Elsa and the others gathered around the T.V. They weren't paying any attention to them. She stood up. "I'm going, with or without you." She headed to the back door which was open. She opened it and stepped out. She walked out a few steps into the yard looked around and then started running. Trip was right behind her and so were five other children. They all ran towards the church.

They stopped there and looked back. No one was following. The church was empty. Trip looked at the open front door and then at Angela. She shook her head, looked down the road and took off running. Everyone, Trip included, followed her.

It was at least five minutes before anyone in the teacher's lounge looked out at the kids. Another group had taken off in a different direction and several where milling around the back door when Elsa marched into the room.

"Line up!" She shouted at them.

They scrambled into line.

Elsa noted that the line was much shorter than it should be. She noted that Angela, her big money maker was not among the gathered. "Where did they go?"

The kids stood there in silence.

Elsa took a deep breath. "Where did they go!"

The kids all spoke at once. They indicated every possible direction short of straight up in the air or straight through the center of the earth. The staff had already gathered up the last few children to run off. Angela, Trip and their group were not among them. They had a large head start. They had left the dirt road and ran into the low rolling hills. They had seen populated areas from atop one of the hills and that is the direction they were heading.

Elsa and several staff members jumped into the two vans and one Toyota Camry on the premises and barreled down the dirt road after the missing kids. By motor vehicle, they weren't far behind. In a matter of minutes they had reached the point where the kids had taken off into the hills. Their voices could be heard in the distance. Two of the staff exited the vehicles there to pursue the children on foot. Elsa led the vehicles around the hills to the other side where they would wait and see where the children exited. The trap was set.

Author Notes Things are going on at the same time everywhere! Any suggestions. Slowing down the posts to catch up on the replies and reviews. Well, trying to. Loving your input. Thank you.

Chapter 23
Running the Hills, Paper Roses

By michaelcahill

Previously, Winston held hostages on the roof including Wayne Newton and Marie Osmond. The Bard, Lucy and Tenaya maintained position to strike at any moment. Meanwhile some of the children including Angela took the opportunity to escape while Elsa and the people at the school watched the events unfold on television. We continue now as Elsa pursues the kids and tensions on the roof of Caesar's mount.

~~~~~~~The hills near the school

Angela and the others stopped to catch their breaths. She addressed the group that numbered seven, including her and Trip. "We have to get out of these hills. There's no place to hide. We have to find people. I know they're after us already… with cars. We'll just keep heading in the same direction… we all saw the city in the distance. We have to be quiet. They can hear us… I know it. I can feel them looking already. Keep your eyes open."

Trip looked defiant. "I'm not going back. Never again. I'm not an animal."

All the kids had a look of grim determination on their faces. Angela had never seen anything but a blank passive fear before. They could see where they wanted to go in the distance. It loomed tantalizingly close, but far enough away that no one would notice them or the people that, no doubt, pursued them. Now, it was the children that could hear voices in the distance.

It was their captors calling out to them."You'd better stop this damn game. The longer it takes to find you, the worse it's going to be. Stop and turn around now and this will be forgotten. Keep going and you'll wish you hadn't."

A couple of the kids froze. To Angela's surprise, three of the children turned and started to walk in the direction of the voices.

"Wait! What the hell are you doing? How can you go back to them? They'll punish you. Don't you know that? Then they'll sell you and you'll never be seen again. Are you crazy. Stick with us. We're getting out of here." Angela couldn't believe they would give up so easily.

Judy, a girl that Angela didn't know well, spoke. "I have nowhere to go anyway. This isn't my country. I'll be sent back to Puerto Rico and then what? I have no family. I lived on the streets. What am I being saved for?"

Angela looked shocked. "You won't have to go back. My family is rich. We'll take care of you. You can live with me. Now come on. We're all going to make it. All of us."

The very slightest glimmer of hope came over Judy. It was just enough hope to make her turn and rejoin the group; the other two children joined her. All seven children moved quickly towards the city in the distance.

~~~~~~~The roof of Caesar's Palace

Winston was on the phone with the negotiators and not in a negotiating mood. "Look, how 'bout I take one of these Vegas icons here and toss em down to their fans waiting below." He motioned to Marie Osmond who pretended not to see him motioning to her. That didn't sit well with him. "Don't play me, Miss Hallmont, If I have to I'll get your brother Sonny up here and throw you both off this roof. Now, get your ass over here!"

Marie Osmond walked slowly over. She showed no fear. She had no expression of any kind. "What is it?"

"I'm about to throw you off of this roof. Are you able to fly?"

"Well, no, but I have a lot of money, if that's what you are after."

"Gee whiz, Miss Onslaught, money? But, what ever would I spend it on up here. I could order roof service. Hello… roof service? Yes, could you send me a brain up here. Miss Osgood forgot hers. Money! Are you kidding me? I hope you can sing as well as your brother, Tito. I need some entertainment. Let's hear it."

Marie Osmond just stood there. Whatever cool she had was gone. Terror filled her eyes now.

Wayne could see that Marie was in grave danger. He started to sing. "Paper roses, paper roses. Oh how real those roses seem to be. But they're only imitation, like your imitation love for me." Wayne walked towards Marie and she seemed to snap out of it a little. She joined him as she saw the hostages responding to the performance. Before long everyone was enjoying the rooftop performance. Even Winston couldn't help but be impressed by the showmanship of Mr. Las Vegas.

Tenaya and Lucy weren't distracted from the task at hand and neither was the Bard. Yes, it was a magical moment that they would all cherish, but they were still on the job. Wayne was a professional too. He knew that there was work to be done and maneuvered Winston closer and closer to the Bard's position. It was poetry in motion. Wayne knew every move in the book. Winston was putty in his hands. He followed Mr. Vegas around that rooftop like a hungry newborn baby would follow Dolly Parton.

Winston stood right next to where the Bard was sitting in his giant hat. Wayne glanced down and the Bard flashed him the peace sign. Wayne's eyes became a little bigger, but he kept on singing. With the hand behind his back, he gave the thumbs up sign to Tenaya and Lucy. In his mind the Bard was about to make his move. Wayne eyed the assault rifle carried loosely in Winston's right hand. He decided he would grab it if the Bard went after Winston.

Wayne and Marie were into the second chorus of Paper Roses and knocking off some pretty good harmonies when Winston shrieked with an extraordinarily high-pitched squeal. If you could imagine a hamster amplified through a surround sound as it received a tabasco sauce enema, then you would be close to approximating the sound that Winston made. The Bard had his testicles in a vice-like grip. At the same moment, Wayne grabbed the assault rifle that Winston had been carrying.

Tenaya and Lucy jumped from their position with weapons drawn and aimed at the four men with Winston. The men decided to go down fighting and they did. They all hit the ground before they could get a shot off. The Bard leapt to his feet and shoved Winston towards the turbine room, opened the door, threw him in and followed.

While a battle ensued behind the door, Wayne gently tapped Marie on the shoulder and convinced her to stop singing. She slowly stopped singing and her face returned to a blank expression. As the Bard and Winston fought inside the turbine room, several officers and agents arrived on the rooftop, ready for action. There wasn't any left.

The door to the turbine room opened and the Bard stepped out. He put his hat on one of the officers and said, "She'll need plenty of liquids and I recommend Led Zeppelin II, the A side, to calm his nerves. Carry on."

The Bard ran over to Lucy and Tenaya and said, "There is a church with an abandoned school outside of town, that's where they keep the kids. Ass, gas or grass, no one rides for free."

~~~~~~~The hills near the abandoned school

Elsa answers her phone. "Where are you Barry? Winston told me you knew where to meet me. Yes, but… How was I to know? Have you seen it? Get out of there. I have the girl. Nothing's changed. Yes. Bring my cat. Just wait in town 'till I call." Barry. What an idiot, maybe I can use him yet. Anyway, I miss my cat. Winston is worthless to me now.

~~~~~~~Caesar's 12th floor

Barry could hear everyone rushing out of Winston's room. Now was his chance to call Elsa. Maybe I'll get out of here after all. "Elsa. At Caesar's. You left me in the… He didn't tell me anything… Okay. You have her then. Good. Yeah. I have the cat. Okay. But, call me soon." That damn cat. Okay, Elsa has the girl. The girl is the key to the money. The rest of it… who cares. She better call. She damn better call.

~~~~~~~~Winston's room

"Meow, meow." What the hell. Deserted again. When am I going to catch a break? It's enough to shake a cat's confidence.

Author Notes Any ideas. Feel free, I am always listening and open to all ideas and input.

Chapter 24
Barry Runs, The Kids Turn to FIght

By michaelcahill

Previously, Several children including Angela escaped from the abandoned school while Elsa and the others were absorbed by the events happening on the rooftop of Caesar's Palace. On the roof, Wayne and Marie sang Paper Roses and manuevered Winston close to the Bard who attacked. Tenaya and Lucy took out Winston's henchmen while the Bard coerced information about the children out of Winston. We continue the story now in the aftermath of these events.

~~~~~~~The rooftop of Caesar's Palace

The paramedics rushed to the turbine room and Winston was brought out on a stretcher. He had a collar on his neck and he was strapped securely to the apparatus as it was wheeled towards the service elevator. Six FBI operatives accompanied the paramedics and Winston as they entered the elevator. Winston remained conscious and glared at the Bard who blew kisses at him as the doors closed.

Two of Winston's henchmen were dead, one was critical and being airlifted to the local hospital. The other one was conscious, seriously wounded, but expected to live. He was already being questioned even as they waited for the elevator to return.

The others took to the stairs anxious to exit the roof. Wayne took it upon himself to put people at ease and direct people to the double doors that led to the stairwell. They were instructed to meet downstairs for debriefing by the FBI. Two agents accompanied the group. Wayne had his arm around a shaken Marie Osmond as they started down the stairs. Tenaya, Lucy and the Bard remained behind and discussed their next move.

The Bard Spoke, "I hope it's not a Catholic school. I don't want to tangle with any nuns. They're mean. If you see a ruler in their hands, run! My knuckles ain't been right since the third grade."

Lucy smiled, "You went to Catholic school?"

"Oh God no. That kind of thing would warp a kid's mind. I was home schooled in Iceland. Well, actually it was a wine cellar. Dad was a connoisseur… how you say… ah yes…-stinking drunkario."

Tenaya didn't seem in the mood for amusement. "We need to find out what school and where. They had to have watching the show. If I were them, I'd be long gone. I'd be on the road already." She grabbed her phone, "Yes, they are supposed to be hidden in a local abandoned school nearby. I'm guessing flight. Yes… roadblocks… all exits out of town. Yes, but I'm guessing they go north. Nothing but heat between here and L.A… nowhere to hide. Winston is military. God only knows where he has men and supplies hidden. We need to grab those kids before they reach any kind of haven. Before! We don't want another Waco on our hands."

The three of them headed downstairs.

~~~~~~~~The press conference in front of Caesar's

"Mr. Newton, Mr. Newton. Was your own life in danger at any point?"

Wayne Newton kept his cool. "All of the hostages were in danger. But, the finest members of law enforcement were on the scene. They had our backs from the moment we arrived on the roof. Of course, I was scared. This isn't a movie where the director yells, "Cut!" I'm no star up on that roof. I'm just a man in trouble like all these other brave men and women that went through this. Like my friend, Marie, here. There's your heroes right there. They're the one's with they're lives on the line." Wayne pointed at the Bard, Tenaya and Lucy as they came out the front doors of Caesar's.

The news crews rushed up to the three of them like an angry winter wave rushing to shore. "You were on the roof and captured the hostage taker. How did you do it?"

As Lucy and Tenaya rolled their eyes, the Bard took center stage. "This is Vegas, baby. You don't roll into Wayne's town and hassle Wayne. What is ya… craaaaazzzzzzzy? Once I saw they had the Newtonator with them I knew we'd be workin' together. Then ya add Marie to the mix… whooooo hoooooo. It's on and crackin, Vegas style! Well, we struck up the band and those bumpkins never seen showmanship like that… right in their face baby! OOOOOOHHHHHH YEAH! Wayne and Marie, baby. Those fools were easy pickens. We dusted off our six shooters and took out the trash. Twern't nothin' to it."

Lucy and Tenaya each grabbed an arm and dragged the Bard away. He kept up his speech even as the news people turned their attention back to Wayne and Marie. "Vegas baby! Wayne's town. That's right. See ya at the midnight show. Shrimp cocktail… ALL YOU CAN EAT! Nude all the time… the shrimp that is… not Wayne… oh no… he don't work blue… family show…"

~~~~~~~The 12th floor

Barry heard the commotion and noticed that no one was in Winston's room any longer. Whatever interest they once had, apparently had been satisfied. He walked down the deserted hall to Winston's wide-open room and picked up Samson who was nibbling on a salmon pate. He put Samson in his carrier with a bowl of water and the pate and made his way to the elevators.

He pushed down and noted that the elevator was already on its way down from the twenty-third floor. He hid out of sight, just in case someone was on it he didn't want to see. When the doors opened he saw a young couple, a man in a Rascal motorized personal transport and a hotel employee. "Hold" he called out. They did, and he entered the elevator, exiting on the ground floor. He went to his car unnoticed and took off.

~~~~~~~~The hills near the abandoned school

Panic began to set in among the kids. They were somewhat free, but behind them was Elsa and ahead of them were Elsa's men. The path to the city was blocked by those that would capture and imprison them. But, there appeared to be nothing in the other direction, just endless hills. There didn't even appear to be a hiding place to discover. A confrontation seemed inevitable. A rescue seemed unlikely; no one knew they were there as far as they knew. Seven children were no match for five or six adults. They might even have weapons. They didn't have so much as a decent size rock or tree branch.

Trip had an idea. "The only voice I hear coming from behind is Elsa's. I hear more than one voice from up ahead, all men. I say we head towards Elsa and kill the bitch and take her car."

"Kill her? But, how? We have no weapons. What if she has a gun? Who can drive a car?" Judy looked as scared and ready to quit as she had earlier.

Angela spoke, "I can drive a damn car, no problem. We'll just beat the hell out of her. There's seven of us. Don't be afraid of her. She's just an old bag."

Trip took up the banner. "That's right. I'm not afraid of that old bitch. I'll knock her out. We run back, take the car, and get out of here. Then we tell them where the others are. This can't go on. I'm not going back. Let's go. Let's do this!" He took off in the direction of Elsa's voice.

Angela followed. She looked back and shouted, "Come in! Let's get her!"

The rest of the children, for whatever reason, probably fear, soon followed. Adrenaline was in high supply.

Within a few minutes, the children came upon Elsa. She was with Carlos, a tall but slender man that had a vicious streak. He seemed to enjoy punishing the children and was extra rough any chance he got.

Trip called out, "Everyone jump on Carlos, he's the one to get."

Carlos had a sneer on his face. If he was worried about what seven young teen and pre-teen children might be able to do, he didn't show it. Elsa, on the other hand, showed fear. She had never seen any signs of rebellion from the children.

Author Notes I've slowed down the posting pace. Notice any difference? Or should I go back to a quicker pace? Appreciate all the suggestions and input as always!! Thank you!

Chapter 25
The Kids Escape, But Not Angela

By michaelcahill

Previously, the kids were in the hills on the run pursued by Elsa and her men. The Bard and the others made plans to find the kids as the Bard related the news that he got from Winston about the abadndoned school. We pick up the action now as the kids are about to attack Elsa and her driver. Meanwhile, the Bard and the others are on the road trying to reach the kids before something happens to them.

The kids arrived in a swarm and all jumped on Carlos at the same time. Their combined weight toppled him over and to the ground. The fear brought out a ferocious do or die onslaught from the kids that was very effective. Blows from hand and foot rained down on Carlos from every angle. He couldn't get up to his great surprise. Elsa grabbed Angela by the hair and drug her away pulling her towards her car. In the noise and screams of the children and Carlos, Angela's cries for help went unheard. Elsa hit Angela on the back of the head with a pistol she had concealed in her coat. Angela became very dizzy. Elsa had no trouble throwing her into the back seat of her car.

Trip looked up to see Elsa driving away with Angela. He looked down at Carlos who wasn't moving. He began searching his pockets for the keys to the pick-up truck parked by the roadside. Elsa's car was no longer in view when he got the truck started. He had very little driving experience, but he took off after them nonetheless. They came to an intersection and Trip went straight. It was just a guess. It was a lucky guess in one sense. The other men were coming down a different road. But, Elsa and Angela weren't on the road they choose. The kids were, however, free. Angela was not and they had no idea where Elsa was taking her. It was certain that it wasn't back to the school.

Trip didn't know much about traffic laws or driving in general. That turned out to be a good thing as he and his five passengers were pulled over by local police.

"Driver's license, insurance and registration." Officer Langley didn't look up from the ticket he scribbled on. It would be for driving too slow and impeding traffic, running a stop sign and whatever else he could think of. It had been awhile since he had seen someone drive so poorly. Old lady Farnsworth, 97 years old and drunk as an alcoholic skunk, had driven this same road in just about the same fashion last month, kicked him in the shins too. The courtroom burst into laughter when the judge read the assault on an officer charge. Finally, he looked down at Trip.

Trip looked scared. He thought that maybe he was in more trouble than what he had left. "I don't have any of those things, sir. I don't know what they are?"

"Jesus jumping cornstarch! Get outta that motor vehicle son, you and your band of cohorts. Wait 'till your momma finds out what y'all's been up to. Christ buy me a donut!"

Trip and the other children scrambled out of the 'motor vehicle' and stood there looking up at officer Langley. It looked like a scene from Oliver Twist, precious little tykes looking innocent and afraid all with giant saucer eyes staring at the strong arm of the law. All they wanted was a bowl of porridge.

"What's your name, son?"

"Trip, sir."

"Trip, eh. Well, Trip, I gotta ask you. What in blue and gold heaven are you and your band of hooligans doin' driving like a 97 year-old drunk lady on my fair streets? Where's your momma, boy?"

"I don't know, sir. I haven't seen her since she sold me to that lady."

Officer Langley spoke into his handheld, "This is Langley, I'm gonna need back-up on Sycamore and Ivy Court Terrace. Send child services too. I've got six kids hear operating a motor vehicle. Runaways, kidnap victims… hell, I don't know. Just get a lot of people down here pronto." He put the handheld in his back pocket. "Now, you kids have a seat there on the curb. Some people are on their way to help y'all. Don't you worry. We're gonna get this all sorted out. You kids thirsty? I got some soda pop in the cruiser there. Just a couple bottles of Dr. Pepper, you'll have to share. Sound good?"

The kids all nodded in agreement and let out a sigh of relief. You don't get Dr. Pepper when you're in trouble. Every kid knows that.

~~~~~~Elsa's car

Angela could still feel the effects from the blow to her temple. She felt like grabbing the steering wheel and causing a crash, but feared the consequences more than she wanted to escape. Just two of us now… I'll get my chance. We'll see what you can do without your men to back you up… rotten bitch. If it's the last thing I do…

"You just sit there and keep it zipped. You're nothing but a pain in my ass. I'll blow you're bratty head off in a heartbeat. Don't think I won't. You get me, miss money bags?"

Angela just nodded her head. Whatever. I'll get you if it's the last thing I do… the last thing I do.

~~~~~~~Tenaya's car

Tenaya put her phone back in her jacket pocket. "Elsa has Angela and they're on the run. They found the school and a dozen kids… six more in a car they pulled over. They have to be heading east. That's the way we're heading."

"Go east young man. The wonders of the Orient await you. Hi, I'm Billy Bob Amerigo Vespucci, have you seen Angela? What? He don't speak English, Lucy. I don't think he's an American. I claim this land for America. Let the bombing begin!"

Lucy didn't even respond. She was used to the Bard. "What is east, that is the question. I'm thinking she has some place in mind. Winston must have a bunker or camp somewhere nearby. I sure as hell want to catch them before they reach a defensible position."

"They're going to Utah. When Harpster and I were captive, I overheard a couple of the men talking about the Utah compound. That's gotta be where they're going. We're going to have to fight the Royal Mormon Navy. I left my swimsuit at the hotel. OOOOOOOHHHHH. Did you ever go swimmin' with bare naked women the water just up to their kneeeeeeeeessssss!"

Tenaya smiled, but she didn't have time to join in. "You've got to get the word out then." She glanced over at Lucy who was already on the phone.

"We don't know the make or model… it's a blue later model automobile… no, that's all we know. Angela Blackwell. Yes, Bel Air… yep, Blackwell… one and the same. These are survivalists and militia. They were selling secrets to foreign governments… at least their leader… Winston Blackwell… in custody, yes. Look, we're already in pursuit. Co-ordinate with the FBI in Vegas. Yes… no… we'll call. Oh yeah, we'll call for back up, believe that. There's no telling. Okay then."

Tenaya looked concerned. "Well?"

"They have some idea of where the compound is. It’s already under surveillance. So, we caught a break there. We need to stop them before they get into that damn compound."

"Well, I say we go after them. Right into Utah. Catch them before they get converted. Those Mormon's are crafty. They are sooooo well groomed and polite… and then bam! eternal life! badda bing! love and togetherness! bip bap bop! air-conditioned services! They don't pull no punches. Their God is all seeing too. I bet he's lookin' at me right now… let me borrow your brush, Lucy… and some blush. OH SNAAAP! Marie was a plant! She's already wised them up to me. Here's the plan, you two are my wives… see? You'll both have to sleep with me. It's got to look realistic. I can't believe how well this is working out for me." The Bard leaned back with a big smile on his face.

The two detectives kept their eyes on the road. Somewhere ahead of them, Harpster's granddaughter was held hostage by a desperate woman. They didn't like the idea of desperation being a factor.

Author Notes Will try to post more regularly. A chapter a day or at least five a week. Input always appreciated and seriously considered. Thank you.

Chapter 26
On the Road, Meanwhile In Court

By michaelcahill

Previously, Trip and the other kids were pulled over by Officer Langley who called in the other authorities and news of their rescue spread. The rest of the kids at the school were also rescued, but Elsa managed to over power Angela and take off with her in her car. The detectives determined that they were heading towards a compound of Winston's somewhere in Utah. We join the story with the Bard, Lucy and Tenaya in Lucy's car attempting to locate Elsa and Angela on the road.

~~~~~~~Elsa's car

"Look Barry, that Winston is psycho. You brought him on board, not me… yes, yes, yes… okay, but you were hot to hula for that. Anything for a buck. Forget that. I have the payday right here… this rotten little rich snot. Do you have my cat? Okay, okay then. They expect us to go straight to the compound like idiots…"

"They're going to find you where ever you go! You're never going to get away…"

Elsa smacked Angela with the back of her right hand and Angela cried out and gasped. Elsa screamed, "Shut up you little bitch! You can ride in the trunk if that's what you want. WELL?"

Angela whimpered, "N… n… no… okay… okay."

"We meet at my brother's ranch. It's abandoned. It's perfect, no one for miles. He croaked eight years ago… damn sap… heart attack. Workin' the land. Yeah. God bless America. Idiot. Go straight there. Are you feeding my cat? What? Pate? What the hell? Get him some real food. Christ almighty. Pate? Fancy Feast beef… beef. He hates fish… no fish. Yeah. The ranch. Fancy Feast. No, dammit. NO FISH! Beef for Christ's sake, beef! Yeah… okay… yes… all right then.” Elsa pushed the button on the consul to hang-up the phone. "Having fun now, you loud little bitch? Hmmmm? Good. I like the quiet."

Angela sat there rubbing the side of her head. Elsa managed to hit her right where she had struck her with the butt of her handgun. I'm getting you one way or another, you bitch. I don't care. If it's the last damn thing I ever… ever do. Dammit! Is anyone ever going to try to find me? Anyone…

~~~~~Lucy's car

Look! On the horizon. How she's risin', so surprisin'
like a great rush suddenly came to mind
a need to see what lay beyond the sunrise
the power of granite with earth cascading down her side
the glow of purple splendor as the sun smiles through clouds
surprised that she dares rise above them
way down at the very bottom a little creature scurries around
and strains its neck trying to imagine majestic thoughts
and he names it
because he is foolish.

The Bard smiled and started singing America the Beautiful with his own lyrics, "Oh beautiful, for spacious skies for unplanted fields of grain, we pay for that while people starve, a brotherhood of man, America, America, a sad disgrace are thee, we take from the good just like they should give everything to thee. Everybody now! Oh beautiful for homeless vets that die upon our streets, we honor them with our turned backs and reward nothing for their feats, America, America, we gave our hearts for thee, you let us rot and you care not that we fought for liberty."

Lucy smiled, "You have so much to say sometimes. I wonder what would happen if more people actually listened to what you said?"

"Uh oh. Are they listening again. Got any tinfoil? No? A D-cup underwire brassiere? A c-cup won't cut it Tenaya, no offense, but they can sneak in through the sides… "

Tenaya thought for a moment whether that was funny or not. Then she joined Lucy in laughing hysterically saying, "With that little head, your sad little jock strap would do the trick!"

The Bard looked perplexed, "I need that to carry my bowling ball, so that wouldn't work." He looked out the window, deep in thought… or so it appeared.

It didn't look much like a car full of deadly detectives on a grim mission of rescue. Winston found out first-hand that looks aren't always what they appear. It would be a long time before he sang baritone again.

~~~~~~~~The rats on the curb

Trip and the other kids passed the Dr. Pepper around a bit more at ease. They didn't feel like they were in as much trouble now, but they didn't feel off the hook either. After being captive and having life go poorly for them for so long, good fortune was hard to fathom. Visions of trouble couldn't help but bubble to the surface.

Johnny O was the first to crack under the perceived pressure. He looked at Officer Langley with eyes attempting to look innocent… unsuccessfully. "It was Angela, sir, she made us attack that man. And Trip too. He was the one really hitting him… hard and stuff… I was just watching… and scared and then and then he made us get in that car and and and then here we are now and it's all their fault."

"Oh, I see. So Angela and Trip are the real heroes that saved everyone then…"

Sandy jumped up, "I jumped on him too! I punched him in his face and kicked him really really really hard, man, to help save everybody… and then… and then we all ran to the car…"

Suddenly Johnny O switched teams, "Yeah, but I hit harder than her… she's just a girl. I'm a man. I play soccer… I kicked his butt like a soccer ball!" At that all the kids started laughing.

"Yeah… yeah… we were playing soccer with his big butt!" That was too hilarious to ignore. The kids were laughing the kind of laughter that kids are prone to. It can't be stopped. Even the threat of grounding or a spanking can't control it. Even Officer Langley joined in. That was the scene various paramedics, local police and agents of the FBI come rushing up to.

~~~~~~~Barry's car

"Well, Samson, it looks like you're gonna get to see you're momma soon. A biiiig farm with lots of room to play in. I bet there's millions of rats to catch out there. Cat heaven, yep, cat heaven."

"Meow." This stuff is pretty good. But, God, is he ever gonna clean this thing? Can't he smell it? What an inferior life form.

"Yep, she's got the girl. That's where the money is. We're back in the game. Sparkly collars for, you, my man!"

~~~~~~~Lucy's car

Lucy started laughing. "You aren't going to believe this. The cat box, and, or, the cat is on the move. Oh my God! You have got to be kidding me. Someone picked that damn cat up and is heading to Utah." Lucy showed the tracking device to the Bard.

"No. I've seen this before. He's a cat burglar. He's swiped a car. They're not good drivers. They like to nap when they're driving. That's not good. Well, this cat's slick. Maybe he hired a driver. I wouldn't put anything past him. With all the cathouses in Vegas and he's headed to Utah. What's his play? Damn he's playin' cat and mouse with us!"

Tenaya smiled. "Let them know. He isn't heading anywhere near the direction that they think the compound is. What does that mean? Do we follow what we think is the plan? This could be anyone just getting the hell out of Dodge. But, why take the damn cat. No. The cat is going to Elsa. That has to be the case. There can't be any other answer. We follow the cat; we find Elsa and Angela. Anyone disagree?"

No one spoke. They went north at the next major intersection.

~~~~~~~Superior Court Los Angeles

Q couldn't be more unhappy. This should've been an in an out situation… get a continuance and back to the mansion. "Your honor. The granddaughter of the late Mr. Blackwell has been kidnapped. Miss Dancer has to be in Las Vegas with the demanded ransom. A life is at stake. Surely, the plaintiff and her attorney understand that. For God's sake, it is her granddaughter as well!"

"Your honor, Gloria Allred, for the plaintiff. This further delay is unacceptable. Miss Dancer is not related to the kidnap victim in any way, nor has she established a legitimate claim on the estate. The victim's mother and father are on the scene in Las Vegas. They should be the ones handling the negotiations, not a total stranger. I also have it on good authority that Mr. Blackwell Senior has been spotted by more than one witness, and is perpetrating a hoax on this court. If he is alive, then Mrs. Blackwell is his legal wife and should have her legal access to their accounts. They are her accounts. This can't wait while this attorney attempts to drag these proceedings out forever. We ask for an immediate ruling."

Author Notes Trying to post as close to daily as possible. Still behind in responses. Trying to stay current and catch up with the back log. Thank you for sticking with me. Your input is always read and considered with seriousness. It saves me all the time. Thank you so much.

characters: Updated for book 2

Johnathon Blackwell Senior-Harpster, deceased former owner of a music conglomerate. Death prematurely announced. Actually kidnapped and now in hiding.

Johnathon Blackwell Junior- Senior's son and heir apparent to the family fortune. Currently in prison for Mudering Harpster. He is unaware the his father is alive.

Lilith Blackwell- Widow of Blackwell Senior and claimant to the estate. Filed billion dollar civil suit.

The Bard-Stewart Slater, homeless, writer, musician, mentally ill. witness to the death of Harpster amongst other things.

Detective Tenaya Adrian- lead is there is a murder to investigate.

Detective Lucy Smaldino, Tenaya's partner

Lincoln- The Blackwell family butler.

Ruby Dancer- singer and Daughter of Harpster though she doesn't know anything about it. Revealed to be his daughter at the end of book 1. Now the heir to the Blackwell estate.

Diamond Dancer- mother of Ruby and former mistress of Harpster. Refuses to tell Ruby anything about her father. Forced to reveal that Harpster was Ruby's father.

Dr. Khin- The Blackwell personal family physcian--Killed by Winston in the first book.

"Q & A"-- Q Aubrey Langstan--"Q" The Blackwell family attorney. Loyal to Harpster.

Daniel- Blackwell Senior's Deaf brother.

Esmeralda "Emma" Blackwell- Blackwell Seniors Mother

Winston- Blackwell Senior's son. War hero turned mercenary. Kidnaped father and the Bard. Accused of conspiracy to murder his father. Warrant is out, he's at large.

Susan Blackwell-Johnathon Blackwell Junior's wife

Angela Blackwell- Susan and Junior's daughter

Adam Jefferson-age 13, Angela's friend

Elsa, one of Angela's kidnappers

Barry, one of Susan's old boyfriends and apparently in on Angela's kidnapping

Trip & Antoinette (Nettie) Two kids on the boat that Angela is being held on. Possible victims themselves.

Abigail Stevens, Lincoln's daughter--Jenkins, Jazzy and June, Lincoln's grandkids.

Chapter 27
Dwellings: A Jail Cell, A Farm House

By michaelcahill

Previously, Elsa was on the move with Angela. It was thought that she was heading to Winston's compound, but when Samson's tracking device was noticed to be on the move, it was determined that their destination was elswhere in Utah. Q ran into unexpected trouble in court that could effect negotiations if money were to become a factor. The judge was about to make a ruling . Q stood apprehensively awaiting the judges edict. He thought he had been there to get a simple extension on the case. Now he didn't know what to think. We continue now as the judge is about to speak.

Judge Graphaswipe had to admit he enjoyed all the cameras and attention of this high profile trial. He had all of his appearances on Court T.V. on tape and looked at them often. Conscious of the cameras, he looked out over the audience and then focused on the red light at the bottom of the camera. "I can't in good conscience let Mrs. Blackwell be kept from her own accounts while the defense attorney uses this courtroom for his cloak and dagger games on behalf of his client. I have it on good authority that Johnathon Blackwell Senior has been spotted by several witnesses in Las Vegas. I want all the parties involved including him present here one week from today. In the meantime, all accounts and assets of Blackwell Publishing will be frozen. This looks like a clear violation of Mrs. Blackwell's rights to her own properties. Investigation of fraud and larceny will be set into motion. And I want either Mr. Blackwell Senior or proof positive of his death here in court on that date. We are dismissed!"

Q jumped to his feet. "Your honor. I object. You can't do this. They have to access their accounts. Their granddaughter is kidnapped. This is completely capricious."

"I can have you jailed for contempt, would that be capricious enough for you." He smiled at the camera.

"Your honor. There is no legal basis… "

"I am the law in this room. Lock him up. That should enlighten him on the meaning of the law." The judge paused and looked sternly into the camera. He knew that image would be all over the internet and thus the world within the hour.

Q stood there in handcuffs stunned. He didn't even look back as he followed the deputy to where ever his home for the evening might be. He suspected that there would not be any HBO where he was going.

~~~~~~~The eighth floor at Caesar's palace

Harpster paced the room and Junior shook the ice in his drink. Ruby looked at paperwork and her mother, Diamond, listened to music on headphones. There was little they could do but wait.

Junior broke the silence. "I can't believe Susan would jeopardize our daughter like this. That bastard, Barry has been a scumbag from day one. Now, like a rat on the Titanic, she is scurrying along the deck looking to escape, but there is no escape. The water is ice cold, just like vengeance."

Ruby sounded irritated, "Hell, that doesn't even make sense. You like to talk. Where were you when your daughter was snatched right off the street? Where have you ever been for anything? You had no problem sending me and my mother out on the street. I'm your sister, fool. No, I don't like it either… not one bit. And, may I remind you that you married that conniving bitch. You even knew that scum she had an affair with. What did you do about it? Nothing."

Junior for the first time in a long time had a look of arrogance come over his visage, "Who are you, anyway? Some singer from the bayou… the BIIIIIII OOOOO… ain't that special. Now you figure y'all gots some rich blood a runnin' through ya, sos ya gots to get on down and collects yer dahllas."

Diamond had removed her headphones and walked over to Junior. She slapped him full force in the face leaving it red. Junior looked up like a puppy caught peeing on the Persian rug.

Harpster laughed, "Whatcha gonna do boy? That lady done slapped ya silly. Y'all just gonna sit there a simmerin'?"

Everyone except Junior found that highly amusing. Junior returned to his more quiet persona. It served to keep him from getting beat on.

Harpster answered his cell phone, "Harpster. Yep. Damn. Well, that's good for them, but I don't like the idea of that bitch… Winston in the hospital? The Bard, huh? Yeah, he's full of surprises. So, that's good. At least they haven't vanished. No calls for ransom? Yeah… They are bound to get back to the nitty gritty. Keep me informed. If there's anything… okay. Yes. Gotcha."

Junior finally got an expression on his face. "What did they say, Dad? What about Angie?"

"They're tracking her, Son. They rescued over a dozen kids and have several people in custody, including your beloved brother, Winston. The Bard did a number on him. That's where they got the information that got this all going. But, Elsa managed to get away with Angela. The cat or cat box or whatever is on the move and they are guessing it is Barry. The move is to Utah. But, where they don't know."

"Dammit, they saved all those kids except her? What the hell. How could they let her slip through their fingers like that? Now we don't know anything. What are we going to do?" Junior seemed panicky.

Harpster wasn't filled with any great amount of compassion for his son, but he understood that he loved his daughter. "Don't worry son. I trust the people that are going after them. They'll find her. They have an idea where she is and where she is going. They're going to still call for the money… I'd bet on that. We wait. That's all we can do now."

~~~~~~~the abandoned Sutton farm in Utah

Elsa pulled onto an unmarked dirt road that seemed to lead right into the forest. She hadn't been here since she was a teenager. But, she recalled the road to the house clearly. It was over grown, but the road was there if you knew it was there. The ranch was huge and the road leading up to it was over two miles long. From where Elsa had turned off the highway to where they were heading, it was all Sutton land. The forest ended as abruptly as it started. Off about a quarter mile down the road was the old Victorian style two story Sutton home. It had been five years since anyone had been on the road leading to it.

Angela looked with interest and even anticipation as the large homestead loomed in the distance. It looked like a page out of one of her history books. She loved history and probably knew more about the workings of this place than Elsa who had visited here dozens of times. Elsa had no particular feeling as she drove up towards her grandparents' house. She could only think of things like ransom money, and where Barry and her cat might be.

The house needed repair. But, it had weathered abandonment quite well. Houses built in the early 1900's had the advantage of being constructed of quality materials. That constituted all the materials that were available. Plywood, particleboard, plastic molding and razor thin windowpanes didn't exist in 1914 when this house was constructed. The amount of oak, mahogany and other hard woods making up this house would cost a fortune. The rosewood trim and leaded glass windows in every room would fetch a pretty penny at a Sotheby's auction.

In spite of the dire circumstances, Angela couldn't help but feel some excitement at the prospects of exploring this piece of history. She had been to a few older sections of Los Angeles such as Pasadena that had homes like this and had been to more than one of the New England states where houses like this are not unusual.

The giant red barn caught her eye as well. That may contain items that could help in her efforts to escape, or overpower Elsa. Visions of sickles and axes danced in her mind, and fantasies of Elsa being hacked to bits made her smile.

Author Notes Look what I figured out. Hahaha. Pictures! I'll try not to go crazy with them. Loving your great input. Any and all ideas considered. Critiques taken to heart and mulled over. Thanks for all your help.

Chapter 28
The Old Farm and Unexpected Guests

By michaelcahill

Previously, Elsa headed towards her families abandoned farm in Utah. This wasn't what the detectives were banking on. They expected her to go straight to Winston's compound. Barry took the cat, cat box and thus the tracking device with him as he drove to connect with Elsa. The detectives guessed that it was a rendevous with Elsa and that is the direction they headed. We pick up with the story now as Elsa and Angela pull up on the old farmhouse.

~~~~~~~the abandoned Sutton farm in Utah

Elsa pulled onto an unmarked dirt road that seemed to lead right into the forest. She hadn't been here since she was a teenager. But, she recalled the road to the house clearly. It was over grown, but the road was there if you knew it was there. The ranch was huge and the road leading up to it was over two miles long. From where Elsa had turned off the highway to where they were heading, it was all Sutton land. The forest ended as abruptly as it started. Off about a quarter mile down the road was the old Victorian style two story Sutton home. It had been five years since anyone had been on the road leading to it.

Angela looked with interest and even anticipation as the large homestead loomed in the distance. It looked like a page out of one of her history books. She loved history and probably knew more about the workings of this place than Elsa who had visited here dozens of times. Elsa had no particular feeling as she drove up towards her grandparents' house. She could only think of things like ransom money, and where Barry and her cat might be.

The house needed repair. But, it had weathered abandonment quite well. Houses built in the early 1900's had the advantage of being constructed of quality materials. That constituted all the materials that were available. Plywood, particleboard, plastic molding and razor thin windowpanes didn't exist in 1914 when this house was constructed. The amount of oak, mahogany and other hard woods making up this house would cost a fortune. The rosewood trim and leaded glass windows in every room would fetch a pretty penny at a Sotheby's auction.

In spite of the dire circumstances, Angela couldn't help but feel some excitement at the prospects of exploring this piece of history. She had been to a few older sections of Los Angeles such as Pasadena that had homes like this and had been to more than one of the New England states where houses like this are not unusual.

The giant red barn caught her eye as well. That may contain items that could help in her efforts to escape or over power Elsa. Visions of sickles and axes danced in her mind and fantasies of Elsa being hacked to bits made her smile.

Elsa didn't have time to reminisce or smile. "Get out. Let's see what's left of the old place. I have no problem tying you up and throwing you in the cellar, so don't try anything stupid. You know I can still get the ransom for you even if you're dead… as long as they don't know you are dead." Elsa laughed. She found that quite amusing. Angela found it difficult to see the humor.

Elsa opened the door and barged inside. She spoke out loud to know one in particular, "I sure as hell ain't getting my money's worth from the caretakers of this place. What a damn mess. Looks like bums have been living here. Maybe still do." She drew her gun. "Anyone in her best come out now. You're trespassin'. I've every right to shoot you. Show yourself now, or that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

Angela had stopped at the doorway and backed a couple steps down the porch. I hope someone jumps her boney ass right now. She's got the keys though. Well… straight to the trees then.

"Angela! Get your ass in here. You remember what I told you. Dead or alive. I'm not playing here." She glanced at the front door as Angela reluctantly sauntered through. "If I have to come lookin', I'm shooting first, get it?"

"Don't shoot. We're not hurting anything. No one's lived here since we can remember. We didn't have nowhere to go. Don't hurt us. We're just kids." Two little girls came out of a bedroom. They looked to be a nine or ten year old and the little one couldn't be much more than four years old.

Elsa kept her gun pointed. "Who else is here with you? Where's your folks?"

"She's dead Ma'am. Died in the hills where we lived. We lost our house and was livin' in the hills. She took sick and died. I couldn't save her. I buried her best I could. I brought Charlotte to this empty house here. I didn't know what else to do. We been here for… I don't know, a bunch of days now. We ate some food… cans of stuff. We thought it was abandoned…"

"Okay! I don’t want a life history. Sit on the couch over there 'till I figure this out. What's your name little girl?"

"Priscilla."

"Little miss Priss. Don't that beat all?" Elsa almost managed a smile.

The girls looked at Angela who nodded towards the couch and managed a little half smile.

Elsa's phone rang. She grabbed it with her free hand. "Yeah. Where are you? No. That is the road. No sign. Right into the forest. No, that's it. You're here. You'll see when you get to the end. You'll see. You're here. Got a bonus here. Ha! Just a bonus. A surprise. How's Samson? He'd better be."

~~~~~~~Barry's car

I don't believe this. Talk about follow the yellow brick road. Some yellow bricks would help. Wicked witch of Utah… "Looks like we're here, Samson. Rat heaven."

~~~~~~~Lucy's car

"He's stopped now about fifty miles ahead. It's off the highway. No roads marked. All private ranches there. That's where they are, I can feel it. About an hour. Hopefully they'll be some cover. We can take a look at night and make our move on foot. I don't want to alert them zooming up in a car." Tenaya hadn't slept in thirty-six hours and neither had Lucy or the Bard.

The Bard was being quiet, which was unusual for him. He smiled at Lucy. "This is the easy part. That compound is still out there. I have a feeling about it. These guys don't act like soldiers. They act like criminals."

Lucy looked worried. "I know what you mean. Soldiers look for wars not business opportunities. You think they have kids there don't you?"

The Bard just looked out the window and said, "Yep".

Author Notes Sorry to have lagged behind. Very busy. Thank you for all your input. Will try to keep the story going on a more regular basis. Some illness in the household. Thanks for all your help and patience.

Chapter 29
Plans and More Plans, Shots Fired!

By michaelcahill

Previously, the Bard, Lucy and Tenaya were on the trail of the transponder that they hope is with either the cat or cat carrier that is with Barry and on its way to Elsa who has Angela. Elsa is with Angela at the farmhouse where they have found two children squating on the property and now has them hostage as well. Barry is about to arrive and the detectives aren't far behind him. We continue now as Barry arrives at the farmhouse.

~~~~~~~~The farmhouse

Elsa got up to answer the hard incessant knocking at the front door.

She yanked the door open and Barry, holding the worse for wear cat box holding Samson, stumbled through the door his hand still in mid knock.

"Christ, Elsa, you knew I was almost here. Why didn't you just leave the door open?"

Elsa grabbed the cat box. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." She ignored Barry, reached in the box, and pulled out a willing Samson. "Whew! Have you ever heard of cleaning, you pig. Damn. How could you let this poor thing live like this. How would you like it? Don't answer. An animal like you wouldn't even notice."

"Meow." You're no daisy yourself, ma. But, anything's an improvement over him.

Barry spotted Angela and the two newcomers on the couch. "There's miss moneybags herself. Who the hell are these two miscreants?"

"Oh, them? Squatters. They were here making themselves at home when we arrived. Not sure what to do with them. They took all of our merchandise at the school. That whole operation is finito. I bet those kids sang like a choir... the staff too. Well, with Winston in custody I don't know what the play is. They have him guarded like he was the next coming. Fools. All those kids in one place. Well, I'm not going anywhere near there. It's gotta be hotter than hell's easy bake oven. These two, I don't know. We'll hold on to 'em for now. They give us any trouble, they're gone. Orphans. No one'll miss 'em"

Angela heard all of that. "They told me the Marshall comes out and brings them food once a week, milk and such. He's gonna wonder if they're not here. Got grandparents too. They just didn't want to burden them."

"Yeah, sure, moneybags. You haven't said a word to 'em. Ya think I'm an idiot. Nice try. If I off 'em, I'll make sure you watch and I'll let you bury 'em. You think law enforcement would leave two children out in the wilderness to starve? If they had grandparents, they'd be sittin' on their knees right now, not wishin' they'd a stayed out under a tree in the hills somewhere. Bringin' em milk. Christ eatin' a pickle!" Elsa smiled at Angela in the manner of a demon from hell, or that is what Angela imagined a demon from hell would sport for a smile.

Angela whispered to the two terrified girls, "Don't you worry. I'll protect you. I won't let that bitch lay a finger on you. My friends are coming. She'll be sorry." I'll get you myself, bitch. If it's the last damn thing I do. The last… damn thing.

~~~~~~~Lucy's car

"No, this is it. About a mile in through these trees. Google Maps shows an old farmhouse beyond this stand of trees. That has to be it. An old house… a barn. There's hills surrounding it. We can circle around behind unseen. That's our play as soon as the sun goes down. Yes?"

The Bard looked skeptical.

Lucy smiled. "What Tenaya said sounded pretty sound. What is it?"

"It's that cat. I just don't trust it. This could be a cat… tastrophe. Let's just take a second here. Let's give the cat a little credit. It's managed to manipulate these humans… mere insects to his predatory brain… into taking him from the middle of the ocean to the free nation of America. Then? Yep! Las Vegas, Cathouse heaven! Coincidence? I don't think so. Now? How many rats do you think there are on an abandoned farm? It all ties together. What are YOU saying? Some dude that has bad fashion sense just happens to take a cat with a tracking device everywhere he goes. Hmmmm. All he'd have to do is leave the cat anywhere and we'd never be able to track him. But, NOOOOOO, he's so stupid that he can't go anywhere without that cat. He'd have to be cat-atonic to do that. Get it? CAT….atonic… like in a comma. I'm implying that he's an idiot see? Catatonic, in a trance like state?"

Tenaya started laughing. "Yes! We get it for God's sake. Cat… atonic. One of your best bits. Now, I say we park right here and go on foot. Hide the car in these trees, yes?"

The Bard and a still laughing Lucy nodded in the affirmative.

~~~~~~~~~The eight floor Caesar's Palace

Ruby jumped at the sound of the phone. She wasn't the only one. Electronic equipment was switched on and a hush came over the room before the signals to hush could even be completed.

Ruby waited for the third ring and nervously answered. "Hello. Yes, I have it. The whole twenty-two." Ruby watched as one of the detectives made a signal that she took to mean stretch out the conversation. "I want to speak to Angela. Then we talk business. I have to hear her voice… "She watched one of the detectives put his foot down and fold his arms. "No. No. Put her on the phone. How do I even know she is alive? I'm not… Angela! Are you all right? This is Ruby… it's a long story. Don't worry honey… we're gonna… Damn it! Okay. Okay. What are your instructions?" One of the detectives was practically jumping up and down now. She nodded. "What was that? You're breaking up. No. No. Don't do anything crazy. I have the money. No. No. No cops. Just Mr. Blackwell. Yes, Junior. I understand. The money. Then you'll release her. But, how will… hello… hello… Shit! She hung up. Was that enough time? Was it enough? She sounded strong, Harpster. She sounded strong."

"Where do we drop the money? Where is Angela?"

"Utah. Just like Tenaya said. They are right on their ass. I have to fly there and drop the money at a Mormon Church. I have the address here."

Harpster got on his phone. "Get the jet ready. Utah. Now. Get the clearances. Emergency. We are on our way. Don't take no. We're taking off, they'll have to shoot us down if they don't like it."

~~~~~~~The abandoned farmhouse

Elsa punched in some numbers on her phone. "Time to get paid. Okay. Let's get this going. Do you have all the money? She's fine. You don't need to talk to her. There's no time for that. Crap. You say hello. That's it. Come here, brat."

Angela rushed over and grabbed the phone, "Hello. I'm okay. Who are you? Oh… are you going to get me… hey! bitch… "

"Okay. There's your little talk. Now listen carefully. Here's where you drop the money. When we get the money, we release the brat, get it? Don't play games. I can kill her right now if you think you want to try and trace the call. The Mormon Church. Elksburg City. There's only one. The last pew on the right. Just leave it. Her father deliver's it and leaves. I see anyone else, the milkman an alien from Mars… she's dead." Elsa hung up the phone and turned to Barry. "The money is on the way. We get that money, we are gone. I don't know what happened to your darling Susan and I don't give a damn. I've had enough of brats to last me a lifetime. We could tie em up and leave 'em here to rot. We could be humane."

"I'm not one to increase the heat. Let's leave 'em. Maybe they'll find them. Killing kids isn't something I'm particularly fond of." Barry looked at the kids and tried to give them some kind of reassuring look as though they weren't serious.

Angela knew that Elsa had made up her mind. She planned to fight when the time came. She planned to look for a moment before that time. She was committed. I'm gonna get that bitch or die tryin'.

Barry looked thoughtful. "There has to be over a hundred kids at that compound. With Winston out of the picture, that is ours for the taking. That's just this one location. That's a lot to walk away from. It's yours to command, you know. That's how everybody sees it. If you showed up there, they'd jump at orders from you as though they came from Winston himself."

"Yeah, sure. But, hell, if I'm right there are more cops watchin' that compound then there are at a special screening of the Untouchables. It's sundown. C'mon girls. Let's go enjoy the sunset." Elsa had her gun out and pointed at Angela and the two other girls. They rose and headed towards the back door.

Barry sat stoically, looking unhappy, but remaining silent.

A few moments' later three shots rang out in the crisp night air.

Author Notes Rambling towards an ending somewhere in the near future perhaps. Any ideas or thoughts? All input and suggestions considered. Real life has been slowing me down a bit. Will try and get caught up and back on track. Thanks for your help and patience. mikey

Chapter 30
Who Shot Who, Where's the Money?

By michaelcahill

Previously, Barry arrived at the farmhouse with Samson and reunited with Elsa. The Bard, Lucy and Tenaya arrived shortly thereafter and planned to stake out the farmhouse from the back and wait for sundown. Elsa planned to go ahead with the ransom demand and tie the children up and leave them there. She also entertained the idea of just shooting them. Barry did not care for that idea. We left the story as Elsa had the girls at gunpoint leading them out the back door. The story ends with the sound of three gunshots. We continue on now from that point.

~~~~~~~~the back porch of the farmhouse

As the backdoor of the farmhouse loomed ahead, Angela leaned forward and whispered into the young girls ears. They were huddled tightly together. "As soon as you are out that door, run."

Elsa whacked Angela on the back with her free hand. "Don't get any ideas. You can't out run a bullet, bitch. If your lucky, I'll tie you up in the tool shed. I haven't decided yet. Don't force my hand. I'm not that fond of you, if you haven't guessed."

"Yes, ma'am." I'm not about to let you tie me up or shoot me either. It's now or never… if it's the last… damn… thing I do…

The two girls hesitated at the bottom of the three stairs that led to the backyard. Angela had one foot on the first stair and Elsa had her free hand on the screen door, closing it. Angela spun back and grabbed Elsa's wrist and pushed up twisting it as hard as she could. Elsa's grip on the gun tightened and she squeezed the trigger. The sound of the shot sent the two girls running. From behind the tool shed, the Bard, Lucy and Tenaya came running with guns drawn. Both Elsa and Angela saw them at the same time.

Angela released Elsa's wrist and dove towards the ground. Elsa spun and fired a wild shot at the three detectives. All three fired simultaneously and hit Elsa who looked as though she had jumped backwards into the air. It sounded like one shot. Angela leapt to her feet and turned towards Elsa who still had the gun in her hand. Angela stepped on her wrist as she tried to lift it and fire at Angela. The Bard grabbed the gun out of her hand while Lucy and Tenaya kept their guns trained on her.

Elsa looked at Angela and whispered with a hoarse, raspy voice, "Bitch."

Angela sneered, "If it's the last thing I do."

Lucy holstered her gun and put her arms around Angela. "You're safe now. Where's Barry?"

Angela pointed inside. The Bard set off inside the house with his gun drawn. As he pulled back the screen door, several shots sounded from the front of the property. Seconds later the sound of wheels spinning and a car gunning down the road painted a picture to them of Barry on the run.

Tenaya was already on her phone, "A bus to… The Sutton Farm… that's the best I can do. Send child protective, we've got two kids here as well. I don't know. No. I haven't interviewed them. Just send them. Send the coroner. I don't think she's gonna make it. Get roadblocks set. Single male driving a blue Camry or a red Nissan Altima or maybe even a Dodge Caravan."

As she spoke, the Bard came rushing in. "He's in the Altima. Shot out the Camry… heard shots by the road… we're stuck. Girls in the living room playing Russian roulette… no… that's a movie. Their watching the weather channel… all lies. It's time they got a dose of reality."

Tenaya nodded her head as though she'd just received a straightforward factual report. As far as she was concerned, she had. "Okay. Listen. He's disabled our vehicles. We're unable to pursue. Armed, yes. Find your sergeant and he'll fill you in. Winston's compound. Gotta stop him. We think there are children held hostage there. Don't make a move without us. Yes. Okay. Hurry. We need to get moving."

~~~~~~~~~Elsa's car with Barry in it

"Okay, the time is now. Drop the money and your little girl will be released. I'm not contacting you again until I have the money. When I have it, I'll tell you where to pick it up. No. No. No games. Drop it off now or she's dead."

~~~~~~~Junior in a Kia rental car

"Hello. But… but… Okay. No, don't hurt her. Okay, I'm on my way. Don't hurt her. Okay. Okay. I'm on my way." Junior put his phone on the seat and rushed to the little church that was five minutes from the motel where he was staying. The others were twenty minutes away at a Holiday Inn waiting for his call. Can't mess this up. He's watching… I can feel the eyes. Probably can hear me too. Can't talk to anyone. Drop the money… get my girl back. Nothing else matters. Damn. The phone's ringing. It's Dad. It could be news... No. They're listening. I can feel it. He'll say the wrong thing. He's always trying to control me. This is my show. Solo! Let it ring. Can't mess this up. Let it ring. Shut up! I have to do this. Leave me alone for once. Shut up, Dad. They're listening. I've got this. It's my show!

~~~~~~~The Holiday Inn, Elksburg, Utah

Harpster grabbed his phone off the nightstand. "Shh. It's Lucy. Oh God! Oh, thank God." he held the phone to his side, "They have Angela. She's all right. A loud sigh went through the room. He put the phone back to his ear. "Can I talk…? Oh? I see. Well, no. The money's with Junior. Alone. We didn't want. Let me call you back. I've got to call him now. Yes. Right back. I love her, tell her. Yes."

Ruby was on the house phone, "Well, anything that looks like champagne then. Cold Duck? Hell yes! I ain't been rich all that long."

Harpster waved at everyone to hush down, "Damn it son, answer your phone. He's not answering. Damn it. Answering machine… Son! The have Angela! She's safe. Come to the Inn. She's all right. It's over. Oh, and bring the money. Hurry son. We're sparing no expense. Cold Duck. She's okay, son. Life can begin again.

~~~~~~~~The Elksburg Mormon Church

The Church looked rather fancy for what surrounded it here in Elksburg. Junior didn't take much time to ponder that. He went inside the open front doors and came upon the pews immediately. He entered the first pew on his right and placed the bag containing twenty-two million dollars, turned and left the building. He paused briefly outside and looked around. He saw nothing. He returned to the motel.

Barry had parked behind the church and was waiting behind the preacher's pulpit. When Junior left he rushed up, grabbed the bag, ran out the back door, got in his car and left.

~~~~~~~~Elsa's car with Barry in it

Oh my. That was just toooo easy. After all the hassle and drama. Twenty-two million? No problem. Here ya go sir. Have a nice day. Your daughter? Who knows? Somebody shot somebody… not a violent man… nope… a business man… I deal in cash.

~~~~~~~Junior's motel room

"Dad? Okay. It's done. What? That fast? Thank God. Oh, thank God! I can't believe they got her that fast. I just dropped the money off five minutes ago. Dad? What? I can't understand you. Dad? Ruby? What is he saying? I don't… What? Well, no one… how was I... oh crap."

Author Notes Couldn't wait too long to reveal who shot who. Still lovin' the picture thing!

Chapter 31
Phone Games & Reunions

By michaelcahill

Previously, Angela and the girls were rescued. Angela took action and turned on Elsa. At the same time, the Bard, Lucy and Tenaya appeared from hiding and opened fire simultaneously and all hit Elsa in the shoulder area near her shooting arm. Barry upon hearing the shots grabbed the keys to Lucy's car, disabled the other vehicles and made a run for it. We continue now with Barry speeding away in Lucy's car after Junior dropped off the ransom money unaware that Angela had been rescued.

~~~~~~~Lucy's car with Barry driving

The Bard thought it would be a good idea to give Lucy a call. Of course, Lucy's phone happened to be in Lucy's car. Lucy's car happened to be with Barry. The Bard punched in the number.

"Hi this is detective Richman. Get it? Rich… Man." Barry laughed at his sharp witticism.

"Well hello, Mr. Richman. This is the brain inside the GPS tracking unit installed in your vehicle. When would you like to rendezvous?"

Barry hadn't thought of that. It hadn't occurred to Lucy either. But, it sounded good to the Bard. Barry became an instant believer. "Well, you can come for this car anytime you want. I won't be in it. I have a little cash. I think I'll buy something a little more roomy."

Barry pulled over to the side of the road. He saw a heavily forested area about a quarter mile up ahead and raced towards it. He pulled off the road and into a copse of trees barely fitting inside. He had to crawl into the backseat to exit the vehicle. He took the phone with him and crouched beside the road out of view. It wasn't long before a green station wagon made its way down the road towards his position. He came limping out of the forest area waving his arms and pointing to where the car was. The wagon pulled over.

"Are you all right, sir? What happened?" Frances Greenhorn looked younger than her nineteen years. "What's in the bag? Are you hurt? Are you alone?"

"Please. I just need a ride into town… car stuck… deer ran in front… swerved… a ride."

"A deer? There isn't any deer in these hills, must've been something else. I can't imagine what though. A ride? I don't know. I can call Triple A if you want. I don't usually pick… now wait… there isn't any call for that. Okay. Okay. A ride then. Town's a couple miles. No problem. A ride. You don't need a gun. I know you're just upset. But, Christ, a deer? There isn't any deer here… yes, sir. Quiet. Yes, sir. I was just… Yes… "

Barry kept his gun on Frances as he got in the car. "Drive. Drive and don't talk. Drive where I tell you to drive and you won't get hurt."

Frances did as instructed.

~~~~~~~~The farmhouse

"He's abandoned your car, Lucy. He's still stupid; he took your phone with him. He's on the move. Dammit! Another hostage or maybe a family of them. Stupid but lucky. That trunk had a hell of an arsenal in it. I had to get him out of that car. Not smart, Bard. Oh no. I'm talking to myself again. Don't answer… shhh. The pretty girl is watching. Shhhhhh." The Bard made a series of clicking and static noises, "This is Weather Central, the forecast is for clouds… big hairy talking clouds. And now the sports news. Over to you, Rocksolid Brainmatter."

Lucy just smiled. "You did the right thing. He was bound to switch vehicles. Better now before he got a gander at that trunk. Smart thinking. He's got the phone, we can track him. Give him a call back. Let him know we found the car and we're screwed. He wins."

The Bard called Barry again. Barry had an arrogant smirk on his face as he answered, "Detective Richman."

"That was real slick, Richman. They're trying to yank the car out from where you got it wedged. Real funny. Twenty cops with guns drawn on an empty car. You didn't waste any time did you. Well, we aren't stupid. We know you're on foot now. We're combing the hills like a comb through an Elvis bobblehead doll with realistic looking hair that needs combing."

"Hell. Don't tell me. This is that idiot, homeless friend of Harpster's. The so-called poet. They got you on the case?" Barry laughed into the phone. "That is puttin' the fear a God into me."

"Homeless idiot? I have a home, thank you. I am a poet, I know it. I have an idea... I grow it. You've sumthin' to say? Best stow it. If you see an extinct, Jurassic-era dinosaur, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex… BLOW IT!"

"Got some bad news for you, Bard of Bel Air, if that's what they still call you, I've already acquired transportation. Have fun chasing ghosts in the hills. You blew it! See? I'm a poet too."

"That doesn't even rhyme. You haven't heard the last of me. Well… unless you don't answer your phone. But, that would be so rude. Say, is it too late to split the money? It'll be our little secret… "

"Gotta run. Freedom call." Barry hung up laughing. He pulled over to the side of the road. "Get out."

Frances looked relieved and stunned at the same time. It resembled the picture that ends up on one's Driver's License. "Are you just going to leave me here to walk?"

"Jeez. People are stupid. Should I shoot you instead? I'm being pursued by an idiot. Get out and thank your lucky stars, lady, before I change my mind. Just keep your mouth shut. Remember, I could've killed you right here and right now. I can always come back if you give me a reason."

Frances jumped out of the car and moved quickly to the side of the road. Barry exited the passenger side, entered the driver's side and sped off with a huge smile on his face. He was singing 'Heartbreak Hotel'. His head didn't move quite right.

~~~~~~~the farmhouse

The farmhouse hadn't seen so much activity since it was falsely rumored that Paula Dean was cooking Saturday afternoon BBQ the July Fourth back in 2002. She started the rumour and then never showed up.

Well, the rich and famous are hard to figure.

The coroner's services were not needed, yet. Elsa clung to life and was whisked away by ambulance. All three shots were in her upper right chest and designed to disable her shooting arm. The blood loss was expected to be fatal, but a faint pulse warranted a dash to the emergency room.

Child protective services arrived to pick up Priscilla and Charlotte. Angela jumped up to intervene. "Wait. Where are you taking them?"

Mrs. Bleaker had a job that had worn at her over the years. She had seen enough orphans and abused children to wear her faith thin over the years. "I'm taking them to safety and shelter, little girl. Do you know them? Are these your little friends?"

"Little friends? We were just almost killed together. What's going to happen to them? Tenaya! Come here. They're trying to take the girls away. Do something!"

Tenaya heard the commotion and tried to calm things over. "She's just here to help them, honey. They can't live her like this. It isn't even their house. Cans of peas and beets aren't a good diet, no schooling… what if one of them gets sick. Their mom already died out here. They'll be safe and well cared for where they're going. They'll be plenty of kids to make friends with and no crazy ladies like Elsa."

"Call my father. We can take them with us. We have all the room in the world. What about all those kids at the school? What about my friend Trip? What will happen to them? They can't send them home. There's nothing there. Their own families didn't want them. Tenaya, please. Call my dad; he'll do something if I ask him."

~~~~~~~~A 2009 Kia driven by Junior Blackwell

Author Notes Sorry for the time lapse between chapters. I've been off line for about a week. Hopefully, the problem is solved.
I'm still picture crazy!!
Will try to keep up and catch up with all your reviews and great input. Thanks for everything!

Chapter 32
Junior and Angela Reunite

By michaelcahill

Chapter 31 is still posted and paying. Due to my computer and internet crash, everyone missed it. I'll give a brief synopsis of it for those that don't have time to go back for it. I also lost about seven chapters that I had finished. So, I'm trying to get back into the story and remember what is and is not actually written down.

Previously, Barry heard the shots that led to the rescue of Angela, Charlotte and Priscilla and managed to escape in Lucy's car. He also shot out the tires of the other vehicles in the process stranding the detectives at the house. Lucy's phone was in the car so the Bard called it and conned Barry into believing that the car itself had a GPS device installed. Actually, it was Lucy's phone that was trackable. Barry abandoned Lucy's car which had a huge arsenal of weapons in the trunk. Shortly after, Barry hi-jacked a young woman in a station wagon, but released her down the road when the Bard pretended to be defeated and without a clue as to where Barry was. The chapter ends with Junior on his way to be re-united with his daughter. We continue the story now with the reunion and a proposal from Junior regarding the two orphans and the rescued kids. This will be a short chapter just to get us all back in the mood!

To his credit, Junior wasn't waiting for his daughter to be delivered to him. He was driving straight to her. His phone rang as he paused outside of a large overgrowth of trees with what looked like a possible driveway going through it. "Yes. Blackwell. Oh, hello detective. Actually, I think I'm nearby, there's all these trees and a pathway… it is? Okay. I'll be right there. Don't tell her. Yes. A surprise."

~~~~~~~

"I'm her father; now get out of my way!" Junior shoved past he officer blocking his way. "Angela!"

Angela rushed to her father and jumped into his arms. She hadn't acted like a young girl in a very long time. "Oh, Daddy! I knew you'd come for me. Where's Mom? Well, you're here. I got that bitch, Dad. They helped. They filled that bitch full of lead. Oh… I need your help… right away, Dad. There trying to send my friends to jail, Dad. They're orphans. They need us! Please, you have to talk to this lady."

"Okay. Okay. Now, hold on. What friends? Who… "Angela had a hold of his arm dragging him to the kitchen.

"Mrs. Bleaker, this is my dad, Mr. Blackwell. He can take them home with us. Tell her, Dad. These are my friends, Priscilla and Charlotte, we almost died together. We're like sisters. You can't let them go to jail. They didn't do anything."

Junior extended his hand to a weary but smiling Mrs. Bleaker. "Pleased to meet you. It appears we have something to discuss. You girls go play now and let us talk."

The girls ran cackling into the living room oblivious to investigations and chaos. Before long, they had the Bard engaged in a serious game of go fish.

"Do I have any threes? Interesting… You could have asked for sevens. You could have asked for Jacks. You could have asked for a burger and fries with a medium diet Pepsi. But, no… you asked for threes. It is as though you knew something in advance. It is as though you and your fellow agents here have listening devices and cameras all over the room… Yes, that's it, isn't it? A conspiracy.

will he get to triumphantly say, "Go fish!"
will the powers that be grant his wish?
or are these masters of crime
just biding their time
while this fool leaves threes in the dish!"

With that, the Bard laid down two "threes", hung his head, and started weeping. The three girls squealed with delight. They found nothing strange about their new playmate. They just found him fun.

The conversation in the kitchen grew quite serious. Mrs. Bleaker found an energy in herself that had been dormant for a long time. Junior found an energy that he had never used before. A rejuvenated woman spoke with a changed man. Angela glanced occasionally into the kitchen and for once along with love; she felt a sense of pride. Her father stood up for her two friends and became a man that she would like to emulate. She wanted to be Daddy's little girl.

"Money is not a problem. My Grandfather and I have been discussing this. We'd like to take that school that has been the center of so much abuse and turn it into a center of hope. We have the children that are here, rescued now and we also have quite a few children with uncertain futures that we hope to rescue soon. I'm afraid that most of them have nowhere to go. What about a school that will teach them everything they need to know and everything they want to know. That's what we envision." Junior couldn't hide his genuine excitement.

Mrs. Bleaker couldn't hide hers either. "I'm so used to hopelessness and make do circumstances that I can scarcely believe that this is becoming possible. There are legalities, of course. But, I know how to work them. I simply seldom get the opportunity. We can make this work. I have friends in the system that will be thrilled to help. You sign these papers here that will give you temporary custodial responsibility for Charlotte and Priscilla. Then, we will take it from there."

Author Notes Sorry this has fallen off the map. Too many disasters to list. Starting off with this short chapter to get our feet wet. I'm behind in every aspect of Fanstory, so I'll try and get to regular posting of chapters right away. I had several written but they were erased. Good times. Thanks for your patience.

Chapter 33
Susan Turns Up, A hit Record

By michaelcahill

Previously, Junior showed himself to be a stand-up guy when it came to his daughter. He rushed to her side when he found out she was rescued. He also stepped up and began planning a center for the orphaned children that had been rescued and that hopefully would be rescued. Plans to pursue Barry and infiltrate Winston's compound and begin a rescue operation of the kidnapped kids were underway. We pick up the story now as a forgotten Susan Blackwell is wandering the streets of downtown Vegas.

~~~~~~~The streets of Downtown Vegas

Susan was in a bit of a quandary. She didn't realize that her credit cards had been restored to usable status. The freeze that Lilith had placed on Blackwell Publishing accounts applied to the company credit card she happened to carry with her. May as well charge everything to the company. Why use my own money, had been her thinking. That thinking had left her with a small amount of cash to get by on. She tried calling Barry again. He hadn't answered in several days. Damn backstabber. This was my deal. Now he's cutting me out? I don't think so.

"Barry? Where the hell are you? I'm stuck here in Vegas. What? Yes, of course. Well, no… I don't… Winston is out of the picture. No… he's alive. The Bard tore him up. Yeah, I'd think twice about that. He handled Winston and Winston is special ops. The Bard would have you for a light snack. Well… whatever. Okay then. Yes. I'm on my way. Of course I do. Always. You got the money right. Of course, I want to know. I knew you wouldn't hurt her. So, good then. It all worked out."

Susan headed straight to Avis-Rent-a-car. Damn it! I hope this card works. I sure don't want to call Junior. Oh, thank God. Oh, yes. Phew. "Thank you very much."

"Your Toyota Camry is parked out front ma'am."

"You know, I think I'll take the Escalade after all."

"Oh, I see. Well, let me change the paperwork. Just a couple minutes then and you'll be on your way."

~~~~~~~Barry in a green station wagon.

"Listen. Winston is surrounded by a sea of FBI agents. He's out of the picture. Elsa's either dead or close to it. I'm in charge now. There's no time to waste. The compound is under surve… Damn it! This isn't a debate. Unless you want agents crawling up your ass and nuns singing to those kids, you'd better listen. You've got to get those kids out of there. They're hot. The school in Nevada is toast. The kids are singing like ravens. Who knows what the nosey bastards have overheard. Yes. Yes. All arrested. She escaped, but they got her later. Winston? Christ, don't you have a T.V…. Caesar's Palace… the roof? For God's sake, man Wayne Newton and Marie Dion helped capture him. Well… never mind that. Get those kids ready to move. I'm on my way."

Ha! Soldiers. Just start giving orders and they fall right into place. Perfect. Just like that and it's all mine. Now what? Who's this? Susan? Hmm. Okay, answer it. Why not?

"Susan. Where are you? Me? I just escaped, barely. Vegas? What about Winston? Yeah? The Bard, that fool. I'd love to get my hands… well, I don't sweat that crazy fool. Get to Winston's compound. I'm planning to take over the operations there. It would look good if you were there too. Yes! Am I stupid? Of course, I got the money. Don't you want to know about your daughter? Well, no worries, she's fine. I wasn't going to hurt her. Elsa… well that's another… She's near death… Well, okay then. On your way."

~~~~~~~ Caesar's Lobby

Ruby and Diamond Dancer found the beautiful suite at Caesar's Palace to be boring as hell. All kinds of action going on everywhere and they weren't in on any of it. They found themselves in the lobby about to enjoy some of the entertainment of the great city they were in when two woman ran up to them breathless.

"Oh! My! God! It is them! It is!" A young gal in her mid-teens held up a CD and squealed. Her friend did some kind of dance that appeared to indicate excited happiness.

Her friend, perhaps a couple years older, exclaimed, "You're right! It's them. I wonder if Eminem is with them too?" Finally, she addressed Ruby, "Is Eminem with you? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Bon-nee and this is my sister Shay-Shay. We're you're biggest fans in the world. Could you autograph this for us? Purple Haze is the baddest jam ever... eeeevvvvver!"

Ruby and Diamond couldn't have stopped them if they tried. Bon-nee rapped Eminem's part and then they both kicked in with the harmonies on the chorus. It wasn't bad.

Shady just strollin' rollin' fog comin' in
release me quick seekin' less stress within'
my frennimies and enemies
sez that I caused some mess called in Elliot Ness
my brain through the maze
these are lazy days covered in glaze it's a

Pur ple haaaze run through my brain
laaate leeeeey things don't seeeeem the same.

Ruby knew exactly where that came from. When Harpster first showed her and Diamond the studios on Wilshire Boulevard, they had a jam session that went on until the wee hours of the morning. Several artists signed to Blackwell Publishing had stopped by. A couple that weren't signed, including Eminem, stopped by as well.

The idea to record Purple Haze as a slow ballad came from the Bard. He was doing some slow Ninja style dance and singing Purple Haze much like they recorded it.

Ruby asked Bon-Nee, almost as excited as she was, "This is a hit? Can I see that?"

Bon-Nee was mesmerized talking to a real star. "Oh yeah, dawg. You old ladies. Well, I mean to say, ya know, not that you're really old, just to us kids and stuff... Anyway, this whole jam is fly. We never heard of a lot of these jams and stuff, ya know, the old original artists where music comes from like Jimi Hendrix and Paul McCartney. That old school stuff is pretty good. But, you bring it in a way we can relate, ya know?"

Ruby looked at the CD. 'Ruby in the Sky With Diamond, featuring Eminem'. She started laughing and showed her mom who started laughing also. Harpster had made an album from those jam sessions.

Bon-Nee chimed in, "Purple Haze is number one on I-Tunes and so is the CD, for weeks now. SELFIE!" With that she and her sister jumped in front of them with their phones and snapped pictures. "Thank you very much. Now we gots proof!" They ran off the way teenagers do, with no direction and limbs dangerously close to knocking over everything near them.

Diamond looked at Ruby, "We've got to get a copy of that CD. I should have known Harpster would do something with all that music!"

Author Notes Trying to get back on track and remember some of what was lost. Getting the feel back a bit!!

Chapter 34
Hit Records and A Bard Story

By michaelcahill

Previously, Susan finally got a hold of Barry and they made plans to get back together. Barry made great inroads at Winston's compound convincing them that he was now in charge. The three detectives began thier pursuit of Barry and made plans to infiltrate the compound and arrange for rescue of the kidnapped children there. Ruby and Diamond were accosted by excited fans and found out they had a hit record that Harpster had released unbeknownst to them. We continue now as Ruby and Diamond recall the recording session that produced that record.

Diamond thought back to that exciting day when she and her daughter where introduced to the music business in Los Angeles.

Harpster snuck in ahead of everyone, as he was dead at the time. Ruby came in as the new owner of Blackwell Publishing. Being rich was all-new to her and her mother. These studios were beyond her wildest dreams. Business was the furthest thing from her mind as she toured the facilities. She had been a singer from birth, as had her mom. All of the "Pleased to meet you Miss Dancer's" didn't mean a thing to her. She wanted to record in a state of the art studio.

Ruby and Diamond found Harpster and the Bard in the darkened main studio swapping stories and laughing about who knows what. Laughter seemed to follow the Bard wherever he happened to be.

"Ladies! Welcome to... your place. Pretty fancy, huh? What can I get you?" Harpster waved his hand towards a large fridge built decoratively into the wall.

Ruby answered, "To tell you the truth, I'd like to try out the equipment. I've never been recorded on real recording equipment."

Harpster laughed a knowing laugh. "We have plenty of players in the building. Let's make some music then. I'm always down for that. I'll be right back."

Harpster left the little party in the studio and made the rounds. There were plenty of studio musicians and a few artists working on albums and material. Some would be available later. He stopped by his secretary's office and told her to put the word out that a session was under way for anyone who happened to be nearby. This was not an uncommon practice in Los Angeles. Many an impromptu session had made it to the charts over the years. John Lennon and David Bowie had collaborated right down the street. Even further back in time, The Beach Boys and Jan and Dean had recorded 'Barbara Ann' and made it a hit. But, to the artists, it was about making great music with great musicians.

Eminem stopped by to check on his friend, Cyrus Lawrence, an alternative artist that was recording his first album for Blackwell Publishing. Cyrus played cello on the Purple Haze track through an old vocoder. It sounded like someone speaking plaintively in the background, an eerie effect. Eminem couldn't wait to rap on the track. He freestyled his part in one take, the take that is heard on the CD.

In any case, it was a great session and now the two ladies had a hit on their hands.

~~~~~~~~Lucy's car on the road.

It turns out that Lucy's car had very little damage. Barry had driven in it to the dense forest area and it looked in worse condition than it was. There was some scrapes and scratches and that was it. The tow truck pulled it back on the road and the three detectives were ready to go.

"from the forests heart springs life
surprising in its lust for adventure
the darkness would seem a shroud
and the light would seem blinding
but perspective is a matter of the soul"

Lucy took in the Bard's words and smiled as she wrote them down. She wasn't sure if he had them written down somewhere himself, but she decided that she wouldn't take that chance.

The Bard looked at the little notebook that Lucy put in her purse. "You save insane ramblings?"

She laughed, "Of course, it will be easier to have you committed that way."

"Yes, committed she wants me. The greatest mind of the twenty-fourth century. Would that the piss ants that pursued my dreams be soaked in their own namesake. Be it a nobler task to brandish the superior intellect in the face of a dolt, or ride through a blizzard on the wings of a colt. Only the daughter of Pegasus would know… "

With that, the three of them were off. "He's got a couple hours on us. Luckily, your phone is still maintaining a charge. I'm crossing my fingers that he will just forget about it. It's tracking perfectly. I'm calling the troopers now. They are going to have to back off and let us run this. All they can do is create a disaster. With Winston out of the picture, it's already a chicken with its head cut off. I'm guessing Barry is making his play. "Yes, it's detective Adrian. We're on the road and tracking the suspect. We believe that there are children hostage there. We want to infiltrate first. Please hold off. Oh, yes. Yes, we need you there, you can believe that. We want you to have some eyes inside. Okay, Sergeant Smith. I co-ordinate with you then? Okay, perfect. Yes, sir." Tenaya hung up the phone. "His name is Joseph Smith. That's all I have to say about it. They are agreeing to let us make our move, but you can feel the fingers on the triggers. Damn it! How many Waco's do they need? There could be over a hundred kids held hostage. There can be no mistakes. We don't need a bunch of trigger happy troopers."

The Bard looked introspective or insane depending on if you knew him or not.

"A man was sitting on a hill alone. He thought about life and its meaning. He gave much of his time to contemplation and musing. He had many questions and he had many answers. The years passed and he grew wise. On another hill, another man sat in much the same way. He too grew wise with the passage of years and much contemplation. It occurred to them both one day that they should meet. Perhaps together they could find more answers and even excite more questions from each other.

Upon meeting they found that the two of them became more together than they were apart. Knowledge grew as they exchanged ideas and discussed them. Each would contemplate the others thoughts and expand on them.

One day, a third man came upon them. War was declared to win him over to their side. The world was in danger of ending."

Tenaya laughed. "That's mighty uplifting there, my friend. So, who's at war here and who are we trying to win to our side?"

The Bard smiled. "You didn't let me finish. It turns out that the third man was a poet. The world was saved."

Author Notes Back to square one. Moving forward as I can't recall what I had written before exactly. But, I know the general direction. So, I'm heading that way! Thanks for staying with me. As always I so appreciate the input and suggestions. Thank you so much. mikey

Chapter 35
Barry In Charge, The Bard Gets Ready

By michaelcahill

Previously, Susan turned up in Downtown Vegas and finally got through to Barry. Barry thought it would be wise to include her in his plans so they planned to meet at Winson's compound. The kids are being held hostage there though Barry is anxious to move them believing the compound to be hot because of them. The detectives are tracking Barry and soon to make an attempt to infiltrate the compound and set the rescue of the children in motion. We continue now as Barry arrives at the compound.

~~~~~~~Winston's compound, soon to become Barry's compound

Barry pulled into Winston's compound. He had already set the stage for his entrance. The VIP treatment had been pre-ordained by several phone conversations. The large wooden gates opened as he pulled up in the green station wagon he had commandeered in his travels. The theme of the compound was decidedly Medieval.

The attire was drab and military. The soldiers where dronish in nature and unspirited. They bore no semblance to the smart spit and polish sharpness of an American Marine unit or even a weekend reserve call-up practicing maneuvers in a California desert. Gruff and grunting individuals trudged through the landscape looking for action, but without a conviction to fight for. There was only the fight.

The offices looked like the temporary units that were quickly installed to answer over-crowding in schools. Those were the units that remained twenty years later as permanent classrooms. Barry assumed that the classroom with the giant American flag hoisted twenty-five feet atop a pole was headquarters. He marched inside like he owned the place.

"Where's my office?" Barry used his deepest tone, which was still too high to qualify as overtly manly.

A woman that looked to be a receptionist for a Vegas brothel pointed to a door with an intricate glittery fingernail.

The large plaque on the door said: General Blackwell, Supreme Commander. Barry chuckled to himself as he walked in and sat confidently behind the huge redwood desk. He had neglected to ask for the name of his secretary. He pushed the send button on the microphone on his desk. His intent was to inform her to gather his commanders to his office.

"I need all of my commanders in my office, pronto!" He heard the echo of his own voice coming in through the open window behind his desk and to the right. The microphone was part of the compound broadcast system. He had broadcast his request to the entire camp.

Looney Tunes animators couldn't script the response better. From every corner of the compound, heavily armed and muscled military types danced the two-step to Winston's… to Barry's office.

"Liston Patterson Clay reporting as ordered, SIR!" If his head wasn't completely solid, his salute would've caused a concussion.

"Serena McMurphy reporting as ordered, SIR!" Her voice was deeper than Barry White's after smoking a stale nickel cigar and seeing Lena Horne naked.

"Senator Kennedy reporting as ordered, SIR!" Barely five feet tall and at least five feet wide.

"Samuel Jibberdydoddles reporting as ordered."

Barry eyed Samuel. "No 'sir', soldier?"

"SIR! Yes, sir. SIR!" He froze and became rigid, as though breathing would give away his position.

Barry laughed. "I'm kidding, Sam. What the hell kind of a name is Jibbersnoddles or whatever you said?"

"Jibberdydoddles, sir. I don't know, sir. My momma was Italian and my father ran off with Alphonse the glass blower from the Renaissance Faire."

"Well, with a name like that, I know you learned how to fight."

"Yes, sir. I had a hard time when I was a kid, sir. I'd introduce myself as Samuel Jibberdydoddles and the other kids would start laughing right off the bat. That damn T.V. show, Bewitched, was so popular back then. They'd say, "Samuel, huh? Your're named Sam? Why don't you wiggle your nose then and make a broom to fly away on like a witch 'cause you're a witch and stuff". They were very cruel, sir. I can't say I was sad when that show was canceled, SIR!"

Before the others could join the routine, Barry spoke. "Look. I'm not into all this military formality. I did my service. I'm just Barry. No, sir. No, sir, yes sir. Just give me the names you go by and we'll be fine. I can point and say, "Hey you" too. That works just as well. Let's see then, Liston Patterson Clay, what do they call you?"

"Pug, on account of my dog."

"Okay, you." He pointed at Serena McMurphy

"They call me Fluffy, sir… ah… Barry."

"Fluffy? Ummm… well, okay. How about you, what is it, Ted, Bobby, John?"

"I don't think I follow, sir… I mean Barry, sir. They call me 'Deadlock', but I don't know where they came up with that crazy name."

"How 'bout you? Still sensitive about Sam?"

"No, Sir Barry, sir. They call me Liz. I think it's because I like cars. You know, like the Tin Lizzie?"

"Okay, enough fun. This facility is hot. They'd never chance a confrontation with us considering our firepower and strategic position. But, you add a hundred kids to the mix and they may not have a choice. We've got to get those kids out of here, but I don't want to lose them. They're worth a lot of damn money. And… ah, we need money to… well… further our cause of… freedom … and ah… justice for the oppressed. Every damn cop, FBI agent and curious innocent bystander is trying to find this place and be a hero. Our coastal operations were devastated recently by poor planning and just plain stupidity. That's not going to happen here. We begin taking these kids out of here tonight. We'll take them out a few at a time in unmarked vans. We'll use various makes and models so we don't draw attention."

"Excuse me, sir errr… Barry, but where are we going to take them to?"

"You don't worry about that, okay? The less everyone knows the better. No knowledge means nothing to leak. They can torture to death, but if you don't know, they can't get anything out of you, right? Let me worry about where they go. All I can say is, once the kids are out of here then the heat should be off. After all, we have the right to bear arms and defend ourselves and our nation. Start getting the kids ready and get more vans if we need them. I want plain vans without markings. Nothing that draws attention. A few years old with some dings and dents. Make sure they are in good running order. I don't care what they look like, but they have to run like a top. Okay?" They all nodded in the affirmative. "Okay then, dismissed!"

~~~~~~~~on the road with the Bard

Tenaya monitored Barry's whereabouts with Lucy's cell phone that they hoped was still in his possession. "Well, he hasn't left this location for a couple hours now. Either he left the car with the phone in it and jacked another car or parked the car at a motel or hopefully Winston's compound. We need to solidify a plan. We know the kids are captive. How do we find them? It's probably a large compound. I have no doubt that we can blend in as volunteers. But, the closer we get to the hostages the more scrutiny we're gonna get."

Lucy had an idea."Well, this is a bit crazy maybe, but why don't we pretend to capture the Bard here and turn him in? That would put him near the children I suspect. It would establish some credibility for us too. Two badass chicks capture a spy and turn him in. That puts our man right in the middle of whatever prisoners they have. Who knows who they have captive besides the kids. He can let us know the location and we take it from there."

Tenaya thought it over for a while. "Yes, it's risky, but so is snooping around and getting caught. It's up to the man here. It's his ass on the line. What say you?" She looked in the rear view mirror at the Bard.

"And a fine arse it 'tis too. Shapely and firm. Round, yes. But, not overtly feminine. Capable of striding the white sands of a beachfront construction site confusing Boris, the drywall man, formerly a famous Russian physician who considered himself straight, until that very moment. But now his mind drifted back to a go-kart made of wood, powered by a two-stroke lawn mower engine. Those two pistons, just like the cheeks of that fine booty, thrusting up and down like clockwork. Hmm. Does that mean I'm gay? Boris couldn't help but wonder. He recalled the great relief he felt finding out that all men have the same fantasy about being kissed passionately by a young Yo Yo Ma. Your only gay if the fantasy continues into your old age. Well, I've forgotten the question."

Tenaya could barely speak from laughing. "We're talking about pretending to capture your two stroke ass as a prisoner to get you in close to the kids. What do you think?"

"Well, I think that there is no finer cellist in the world. Some may find his work too Avant-garde, but I say go for it. It brings in listeners that would never have been exposed to classical music otherwise. I'm reminded of Jethro Tull. In their heyday, the flute was one of the most requested instruments in high school band. Now? Kids want to be in the orchestra playing the cello. Soprano Sax? Oh hell no! Kenny G can go screw himself. Are you kidding me? Crash the elevator! I… WOULD… RATHER… DIE! I hope that answers your question. I suggest we "pretend" that I'm a world famous cellist that you found wandering in the forest looking for a gay drywall expert."

Author Notes Moving forward. Whatever is lost is lost. I'm on a direction that feels right to me. So, here we go. Thanks for your patience. I will try to post on a regular basis now. Still a lot of catching up to do. It will take weeks I imagine maybe months. But, I'm plugging away!!

Chapter 36
Barry at the Compound, Bard Nearby

By michaelcahill

Previously, Barry arrived at the compound and introduced himself to the troops. His position as commander was not questioned. The Bard, Lucy and Tenaya devised a strategy to have the Bard captured and turned in to the authorities at the compound. Lucy and Tenaya would pose as volunteers and turn him in themselves thus helping their credibility. The hope was that the Bard would be held close to where the children were. We pick up the story now as Barry tours the compound.

~~~~~~~The Winston Compound in Utah

Barry took the tour with of the compound with Fluffy. Her basso-profundo voice took some getting used to. She had feminine features that could be called pretty and a very shapely figure to go with them. When you touched her shoulder though if felt like someone had covered a bronze statue with a thin coating of soft foam. Her skin felt soft to the touch and looked smooth and youthful. However, the muscles underneath defied belief. They weren’t for show either. She had ridiculous martial arts skills and looked unreal when demonstrating them. Barry kept looking around when she performed her routines for Hollywood special effects technicians.

"These are the main boot camp facilities here, sir… Barry. Winston kept the quarters sparse and the obstacle course is even more difficult than the one the regulars train on. I hold the course record."

"I'm not surprised, you look… fit. Uh… where do they keep the children?"

Fluffy went blank for a moment? "The children? None of us has our family here, sir. Not even the women. This is strictly a military outfit. No room for babies and kids running around. War is no place for children."

Barry considered that for a moment. They should tell that to the people bombing them since the beginning of time. Well, no money in that. "Oh, I see… umm… I thought Winston… well a… where are prisoners housed then. There are prisoners, right? Or, at least facilities for prisoners. You know, spies and such."

"Oh yes. There are prisoners. They are off limits to us, sir. Only officers interact with prisoners. I can show you to the location if you wish." Fluffy seemed uneasy about the line of questioning.

Hmm. Winston kept the kids a secret from the regular troops. Wise move. I'll keep it that way. "Okay, show away. Of course, you'll have to wait outside. We don't allow regular militia in for a reason. You understand, right?"

Fluffy nodded her head in the affirmative and headed north towards the hills and a large overgrowth of trees. Barry followed her taking in the scenery. The facilities were camouflaged expertly. There would be no way to spot it from the air or the highways that traversed the area. The people themselves could be seen involved in their activities, but if they were secure in their quarters, no one was visible. Even the guards were not visible to Barry as he came upon the prisoners quarters nestled within a small canyon surrounded on three sides by rocky cliffs and fronted by a stand of trees.

Fluffy stopped outside the trees. "Malone and Stockton."

"They're retired." A voice called out from somewhere behind the trees.

"They're making a comeback." Fluffy said.

"We can win the title then." Again, the voice from behind the trees.

Barry looked puzzled.

Fluffy could see an explanation would be required. "Sir."

"I told you before, call me Barry."

"Okay, sorry sir... umm, Barry, Malone and Stockton were… "

"I know, I know. Basketball. The Utah Jazz. Go on."

"Well, it's a code. They're making a comeback means that I',m bringing a visitor. They're retired is a question, see? Are they civilian or one of ours?"

"They're making a comeback- one of ours. If I'd have said, "they were traded", that would mean I'm sending in a civilian."

"We can win the title, I suppose that means that everything is okay. What if it isn't?"

"I'd say "First round loss". In that case, they'd come out firing. You'd be gone before your heart hit the next beat."

"Okay. Very efficient. Am I clear to enter then?"

Fluffy indicated with a nod of her head towards the stand of trees that Barry was free to enter. He walked confidently in saying, "Coach Sloan on his way."

He came upon two guards in quasi military attire complete with loaded M-16's. They were expecting him based on their exchange with Fluffy. They stood on either side of a large grey metal door in silence.

"I'd like a tour of the facilities. With Winston out of the picture, I'm in charge of operations now." He didn't mention the children that should be there.

"Sir, yes, Sir." They answered together in almost one voice.

The one on Barry's right pulled out a key and unlocked the doors, pushed and they creaked open. The sounds of children greeted them immediately. They weren't the sounds of distress, but they weren't the sounds of happy youngsters either.

Barry could see that the mountain itself acted as a barrier to escape. The pre-requisite iron bars were in place, but much of the back wall was the actual mountain face. He noticed what looked like a giant tunnel between two sets of cells. "What is this? A mine? Where does it lead to?" He noted that it was partially sealed off, but still easily accessible.

The tall slendor one spoke. "It leads into the mountain sir. This was once a silver mine. I've gone inside quite a distance, sir. But, it seems dangerous. The support beams are very old. It hasn't been worked since the 1950's from what I know of it. Some of the guards talk about doing some mining with the cost of silver and all. We're pretty busy here though."

~~~~~~~The detectives on the road.

The Bard, Lucy and Tenaya pulled off the road into a secluded area behind a few trees that dropped off at a slight incline.

Tenaya studied the Google Map screen on her notebook. "From this spot, the signal is right over that ridge. The road continues on straight and then curves sharply towards that area. There are no service roads listed here. He had to drive his car in though. The compound has to be over that ridge. There sure as hell is no motel or McDonald's out here in the middle of nowhere. We need to go on foot from here. Winston's no fool. We have to remember that Winston set this place up, not Barry. Barry is just an opportunist. We have to play it like we're up against Winston. Agree?"

Lucy seemed anxious to speak. "Assuming that Winston set this up, how do we know that Barry was even successful in taking charge. For all we know, he's one of the prisoners already. But, either way, it's a huge camp. We can blend in. Dammit though, Barry has met the Bard. I wonder how that will play out. There's always the chance that Barry won't even see him. It doesn't matter, I suppose. Barry's an idiot, but he's a lucky idiot. All that money… "

The Bard had a look on his face like someone had explained the lyrics of Baa Baa Black Sheep to him and he realized for the first time that it actually was about sheep.

"WOW. This is like déjà vu. You remember the time that the three of us all went to Utah together. We were chasing that kidnapper… uhhh… don't tell me… Barry, that's it. He had all of that publisher's money and had joined up with an army of soldiers and we were supposed to go in and infiltrate them. Remember that? What happened?"

Lucy didn't skip a beat, "Well, you taught the soldiers how to do the twist, but they got too excited and couldn't stop so they all screwed themselves into the ground and me and Tenaya were able to walk in and rescue the whole flock and make sweaters. We got ten bucks a piece until we were arrested for selling our wares in the middle of K-Mart. Is that the time you're talking about?"

"No, the time that Tenaya was abducted by that poet who held her hostage until they'd bring his laaaayyyydaaay in to kiss him."

"Was it something like this?" Lucy climbed in the back seat and started kissing the Bard.

In between kisses he kept saying, "I'm just not sure, don't stop, I'm right on the verge of remembering."

Tenaya looked in the back seat. "That's so tender and sweet. This is just lovely for me. Please don't stop on my account. I'll be fine up here. I've got the notebook to love me."

Author Notes Soon the action will get rolling inside the compound. Any suggestions? Always open to ideas, critiques or thoughts. You've been the life line that keeps me writing this. Thank you so much.

Chapter 37
Barry inspects, The Bard is captured

By michaelcahill

Previously, Barry had very little trouble taking control of the compound. He met some of his officers and prepared to inspect the faiclities especially the prisoner's quarters. The Bard, Tenaya and Lucy observed the compound from nearby and prepared to infiltrate posing as para military with the Bard as their prisoner. We continue now as Barry is about to inspect the prisoner's facilities.

~~~~~~~The prisoners cells at Winston's Compound

The guards took Barry inside and showed him the prisoners housing and interrogation rooms. There weren't very many prisoners besides the children. He recognized one of them right away, Lincoln, the Blackwell family butler. He stopped to find out what in the world he was doing there.

"Lincoln. What in hell are you doing here in a cell?"

Lincoln looked at him with contempt. "Where the hell is Winston? That bastard could fill you in. What in hell are you doing here? That prick took my grandkids. I'm supposed to allow that? Blackwell's little precious blond granddaughter gets abducted and the world gets involved. My three grandbabies don't raise an eyebrow. Why's that, I wonder? Hmmm?"

"Hey, don't blame me. I just took over. Maybe he just doesn't like your attitude. I know I don’t." With that, Barry turned to leave.

"Wait. Wait! I'm sorry. I know it ain't on you. You've gotta get me outta here. What's he need with my grandkids, man? I hear plenty of kids in here. Let me go. I'll take the kids home to their momma and not say a word."

"Yeah… can't chance that. Sorry, Lincoln. He had his reasons, I'm sure. The ball bounces that way sometimes." He turned and walked away as Lincoln screamed bloody murder at him.

"The children don't look to be healthy at all. What gives here? These kids are money. They look like hell. This is ready to go? Dammit, every agency on earth is lookin' to swoop down on this place like vultures. I sent word to get these kids out of here. I meant alive for Christ's sake, not in body bags. Now, get on it!" Barry stormed out of the prisoners quarters to find Fluffy still where he'd left her.

"Okay, now listen up, soldier. I've got about one hundred orphans in there that I've got to get out of there. Do you understand, soldier?"

"Orphans, sir?"

"That's what I said, soldier. Winston's mistake. I don't know what his plans were, but my plans are to get them out of here. Do you understand my plan, soldier?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Fluffy responded in the affirmative, but she didn't understand. Kids? Orphans? That's not what I signed on for. What the hell kinda mess is this?

"Well, good. Now, I've got vans coming in to transport these individuals out of here a few at a time. I want them ready to go. You're in charge. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Sir, yes, sir." Handle what for Christ's sake. This isn't good. I didn't sign on to hurt no kids. I ain't standin' for that.

~~~~~~~The hills above the Winston Compound

"Damn! You can't see it until you are almost in it. For all I know we are on compound grounds right now." Lucy planted a homing device where they were for other agencies to use as an approach point. There was good cover here for a point of entry. If something went wrong then at least they had some kind of starting point.

Tenaya didn't usually fidget. She seldom let on she had any nerves at all. She couldn't hide them this time. So much hung in the balance this time. Dozens of children were held captive by people that care nothing for their wellbeing. There would be nothing unthinkable for people like this. "So, we take him as our prisoner and hope we can find the right place to take him to." She looked at the Bard and there was no sign of humor as she spoke. "Remember, you are volunteering your services, but you're a little too far out there for our liking. We thought it best to take you to higher authorities." She finally relaxed and smiled slightly. "Just be yourself."

The Bard rarely looked completely sane, but for once, he did. "Let's do this. Those kids are waiting."

The Bard looked as though he had made these hills his permanent home years ago. The girls looked para-military all the way. With their training, the likelihood of anyone being as qualified as they were seemed slim. Only the authentic soldiers in camp had anything resembling the training of Lucy and Tenaya.

Add to that their privately acquired training it made for two dangerous and lovely weapons. Their beauty gave them one added advantage. It was always a surprise that a pretty girl was getting the advantage of someone. There was also an initial reluctance to attack them full force. By the time that mistake was realized, it usually had become academic.

Within five minutes, they encountered militia. They walked in without drawing attention to themselves. Their theory that the size of the compound would act as a kind of cover for their identity turned out to be on the money. The people they encountered thought nothing of two soldiers escorting a prisoner through camp.

They took in as much of the surroundings as they could, whispering ideas to each other.

Lucy said, "It is difficult to see structures and equipment even at ground level in the middle of the camp. I've seen buildings and some vehicles, but I couldn't tell you what the buildings were used for. I haven't seen a tank or anything heavy as far as military weaponry goes."

Tenaya agreed. "I haven't seen a thing either. That doesn't mean there isn't a rocket launcher right over that hill though. Remember, Winston had a helicopter out in the Mojave Desert. I think we should assume that anything could be here."

The Bard seemed excited by that. "Do you think I'll get to meet Luke? This asteroid can only hide us from the Imperial storm troopers for so long. Help me… help me… "

"Jesus. That's Star Wars and the Fly mixed together. What next?" Lucy tried not to laugh and draw attention to them.

"Next? We need to generate some excitement. Attention WAR MONGERS!" The Bard had raised his voice to a dull roar. "I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do… well, what do we have for them, Don Pardo? A NEW WAR! We declare war, Alex, on everything. BECAUES, happiness is a warm gun, hap pe neee ee sss is a warm gun momma. When I hold you in my arms."

That seemed to have the desired effect. At least the effect desired by the Bard. Several soldiers came running to see what the commotion was all about. With an audience now, the Bard continued."

"I am the one, the only, the celebrated and pretty, Bard of Bel Air. I'm the one that put your mommy, Winston the Wienie Blackwell on his ASS and in the hospital for a colonoscopy. OOOPS! That's a jail cell and that don't look like medical equipment. But, I wanna tell ya, I love it here in Utah. How bout that Jazz! Well, sorry, a little too late there."

"Hey. You better shut up, you moron. We don't want to hear your crazy talk. You two, where did you find this worthless hunk of crap."

Tenaya stood at attention recognizing the stripes on his shoulder. "Sir, he had a camp right outside the compound, sir. Campfire going, supplies… looks like he's been there awhile. Maybe a spy, maybe a nut. We thought it best to bring him in, sir!"

"Good work, soldiers. That's the kind of initiative that get's you promoted around here. Stignowski, escort these two soldiers and their prisoner to the holding cells. When you're done, bring them back to me for debriefing. Oh… and tell Volkov, I'm interrogating this one personally."

Before Stignowski could reply, the Bard snapped his heels together and answered, "Ein sprechen flauten struedil hoffen. Krautenbrau de frauline knickers pullin down a pokin quickin stickin. Her Kolov assin lickin chickin stickin. Deutschland uber ales! Sieg Zepplin. Stairway to Heaven. Singin' wunerbal."

Tenaya and Lucy managed to keep a straight face. Stignowski pretended to have a coughing fit. Several onlookers walked away making sounds that sounded like volcanos were erupting in their throats. Sergeant Petticoat looked perplexed. "What is he, German? Stignowski, check into a translator. I still want to interrogate him though. I don't care if he's Klingon."

Everyone burst out laughing at that. Sgt. Petticoat assumed that they were laughing at his hilarious Klingon reference. He would believe that until the day he was beamed into the vastness of space.

Author Notes Going this direction now. Any thoughts or input. Thanks for all your help so far.

Chapter 38
Bard Imprisoned & Children Found

By michaelcahill

Previously, the Bard made a scene and forced the issue of the three of them being noticed. It worked. The three of them were surrounded by interested onlookers and soon they were on their way to put the Bard in lock up. Their plan was underway. We continue now as the Bard, Lucy and Tenaya are escorted by Fluffy up to the prisoner's quarters.

~~~~~~the prisoner's quarter's

Fluffy arrived with the Bard, Lucy and Tenaya in tow and called out the signal to the guards. This time she escorted the entourage past the stand of trees and up to the guards in front of the large green doors herself.

I've got to see this for myself. I don't like kids being locked up. Nope… don't like that at all. "These ladies are dropping this prisoner off for detention. Sgt. Petticoat asked me to inform Corporal Volkov that he will personally interrogate this prisoner, himself."

"Very well. Enter."

The guard opened the green metal doors and the four of them entered.

"Lucy! Lucy! Over here. Hey, Lucy!"

Fluffy looked down the dark row of cells to see where the shouting emanated from. She walked towards the sound. "Best put a sock in that noise, mister." She arrived at Lincoln's cell. "What the hell is all this clap-trap? Why you callin' my girl's name there? How the hell you know my girl?"

Lincoln grew silent and pondered his next move. "Lucy's my granddaughter. She's being held here somewhere. I don't know any of you kidnappers and child abusing bastards. I'm just trying to hear my granddaughter's voice."

"Listen, whoever you are… "

"Lincoln."

"Yeah, Lincoln, whatever. My advice to you, Lincoln is to collect your logs and curl up in the corner and keep your thoughts to yourself. There's no kidnappin', traffickin' or any other in' goin' on here. We're shippin' these refugee's out to better quarters startin' today. Now you stow it." Fluffy sounded military and authoritative, but the look on her face was deep concern.

Corporal Kolov sauntered up and began eyeing the Bard. The Bard winked and puckered his lips and made a kissing sound.

"What is dis crapola. You want playtime? I, Kolov, have many games. My Russian ass you'll kiss."

"Oh, Kolov, you kidder. First, I'd have to pry that giant square head of yours out of it.

Ah, Siberia the most desolate of desolate locales
would that my soul could be buried deep there
hidden from loves cloying demands for tears

when tears are liquid
they fall and splash
sympathetically

it is drama I seek
each
frozen
tear
a missile that
crashes

a crystalline monument
of intricate
beauty
forms

come to the land of never found
and swoon at the glory
of pure misery's
monument"

"What in hell is this crazy man doing here? Put him in the room. I will answer him questions. Put him in. Hook up the machine. Smile at that funny man."

Fluffy stepped up. "Sgt. Petticoat asked me to inform you that he will be conducting the interrogation himself, sir."

"He'd best quickly be then. There may be nothing left to interrogate soon."

The Bard started laughing. "Do you really think I'm afraid of a bed-wetter like you? Mr. Gorbachev, tear down his balls! Why don't you take me one on one, Anastasia? I'm not one of those little kids you've been abusing and selling to the highest bidder. How 'bout it there, Miss Fluffy, that what your about, child abuse and trafficking. You strike me as a fight for justice type gal. I don't know about these other two chicks, or these two boneheads here, but I know you ain't down for hurtin' innocent kids. Am I right?"

"Yeah. You're damn right about that. You sound like a crazy fool to me. But, that you got right." Fluffy looked Kolov in the eye. There was no fear when she told him, "Show me these kids everybody's talking about."

Kolov seemed a little taken aback by the situation, but he regained himself quickly. "I don't think I care for your tones, Private Fliff. I don't take order from private. Kids are orphan. Orphan from war zone. Rescue by Commander Blackwell. Not abuse… rescue. Now, put prisoner in cell."

"Bard. That's you! I'd recognize that crazy shit anywhere. Bard, it's me, Lincoln. Tell her. They got my grandkids. They ain't from no war zone. Tell her."

"That's Blackwell's butler. What the hell is he doing here, Kolov? Tell her that Beverly Hills is a war zone. Fluffy, they have his grandkids. They're from Beverly Hills. Show her while I'm still allowing you to live."

"Shut up idiot. You're nothing. What can you do in handcuffs? This is American deception. Put him in cell unless you want to join him."

"American deception? Screw you, you Russian communist square-headed sadist. I'd like to see you put me in a cell." Fluffy lowered her AK-47 at Kolov's chest. The two guards stood there frozen. Lucy and Tenaya were at the ready if they made a move. Fluffy continued, "Take me to the kids or I'll lock your ass up and find them myself."

"Are you four idiots going to stand there and allow? You will all end up in cell."

The two guards looked perplexed. Duty told them to intervene for the officer with superior rank. But, like Fluffy, they weren't in support of child trafficking or anything like that. Winston had kept that part of his operation very secret.

Tenaya spoke, "Sir, I don't think we want this to get out of hand. If what you are saying is true, then we can resolve this quickly by a quick inspection of the children's facilities. Then when we're satisfied appropriate action can be implemented."

Kolov could see that he wasn't going to get back up. He decided to bide his time. He could take care of every single one of these traitors later. "Very well, I will show her kids. We are all on the same team. But, must be discipline to come from this." Kolov began walking towards the back of the facility past Lincoln's cell and past the silver mine that all three of the detectives made note of.

Lucy whispered to Lincoln as they passed his cell, "we're here to rescue. We may need your help."

Lincoln nodded and whispered back, "I can't wait."

Lucy whispered to Tenaya, "If Fluffy here flips to our side; this is the time, agreed?" Tenaya nodded in the affirmative and passed the message on to the Bard. No one, not even Lucy and Tenaya, knew that the Bard had already slipped out of his handcuffs. He wouldn't tell even his closest friends how he did it.

The children's facilities were shocking. The children looked to be sickly and the smell defied belief. Fluffy gasped. The two guards recoiled from the sight and the smell of the place. They had never been back here. They let people in and out of the green doors. They let food through the doors and into the back. That was all they knew.

Fluffy pointed her weapon at Kolov with shaky hands. Kolov could see that he would have to make a move or he would soon be in a precarious position. He sprung forward knocking Fluffy's weapon to the side. He whipped his elbow into the side of her head dazing her. Her weapon clattered to the floor as she stumbled backwards.

Tenaya yelled out as the two guards raised their weapons, "NO! Don't fire. You'll hit the children. Don't fire!"

Fluffy landed a blow to the side of Kolov's head but in her dazed state, it didn't have the normal force she usually applied. Kolov answered with a shot to her liver, which incapacitated her. She fell to the ground. Clearly angered he approached the Bard whom he believed to be handcuffed.

Kolov screamed as he threw a right hand at the Bard's head, "You Bastard, mock me? I smash you!"

The Bard, with a huge smile on his face grabbed Kolov's wrist as it rocketed towards his head and bent it upward breaking it. The sound was louder than what one would imagine. "OOOHHH! I hate when that happens." The Bard jumped back as Kolov hit the ground falling from his own momentum.

Kolov yelled out. "Bastard! I kill you."

Author Notes Getting a little closer to a conclusion now. Thank you so much for all your help. Am I forgetting anything? Still listening as always to any input, suggestions or critiques!

Chapter 39
The Bard VS Kolov & Barry

By michaelcahill

Previously, the Bard slipped his cuffs on the way to his cell. Fluffy turned on Kolov when it became apparent that kids were being abused and held for criminal purposes. When the reached the childrens cells a fight broke out and Kolov overpowered Fluffy. He then went after the Bard thinking him handcuffed. The Bard surprised him, breaking his arm. We continue now as Kolov rises up to continue fighting with the Bard.

Kolov screamed as he threw a right hand at the Bard's head, "You Bastard, mock me? I smash you!"

The Bard, with a huge smile on his face grabbed Kolov's wrist as it rocketed towards his head and bent it upward breaking it. The sound was louder than what one would imagine. "OOOHHH! I hate when that happens." The Bard jumped back as Kolov hit the ground falling from his own momentum.

Kolov yelled out. "Bastard! I kill you."

The Bard, still smiling, said, "That is highly unlikely. I suggest a series of roundhouse kicks. Perhaps a weapon if you happen to have one. You know to entertain the kiddies."

Kolov, forgetting all training, lunged at the Bard who sidestepped him like a bullfighter. Kolov crashed head first into the solid rock wall that separated the cells. "Hello. I'm over here. That's a wall. Human. Wall. Human. Human. Wall." The Bard pointed to the wall and then to himself as though he were teaching a remedial class in English.

Kolov, his head now bloodied, once again lunged at the Bard. This time, the Bard winked at Fluffy, who had regained her footing. He jumped behind Kolov and grabbed him from behind. He then presented him face first to Fluffy. She landed a lovely right cross with great force. The Bard held Kolov up for about five seconds, then jumped back, and watched him drop to the floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen and kids of all ages." He started prancing in front of the cells housing the children. "They said it couldn't be done. They said the crazy Russian giant was tooooooo mean! They said he was tooooooo stinky! They said he ate tooooooo many bugers! EEEWWWWWW! But, Fluffy has done it. She has become the CHAMPEEEEEEEEN OF THE WHOOOOLE WOOOOOOORLD!"

The two guards had huge smiles on their faces. The kids weren't exactly jumping for joy, but the Bard had certainly taken some of the edge off the terror of the situation.

Tenaya pointed her weapon at the guards, but not aggressively. "For now, I'd appreciate it if you'd lay those weapons on the ground and kick them over here beside me. You can make your choice to help us rescue these kids or not. We have no intention of harming you in any way. We aren't against your organization, just the renegades that are using this place to commit these crimes. Now hand those keys over to Lucy there."

Lucy took the set of keys, which consisted of eight keys in various configurations and a Los Angeles Lakers laser light, and released Lincoln.

"You are a sight for sore eyes! Are my girls okay? I'll see for myself. I don't know how… we'll talk later." Lincoln ran to the back of the facility to find his granddaughters.

"Lady, what about the rest of us? You're letting us out too, right?" A voice from another cell called out. It was too dark to make out his features.

Lucy addressed the other prisoners in general. "Be patient. We're getting these kids out of here first. Then we'll deal with the rest of you. We don't know you or why you're here. Just hold on. We know you're here."

"Yeah. We'll screw you then. You're as bad as they are. I didn't do nuthin'. You have no… "

"Hey buddy, you're just making my case. You think I want you're idiot ass running around with your big mouth? Stow it. We'll get to you. In the meantime, shut up. Don't interfere with what we're doing."

Lucy walked back to the children's cells to the sounds of silence. She looked at Tenaya as she unlocked the cells. "Those vans and a few at a time don't cut it."

Tenaya looked at Fluffy. "Get Barry in here. He's going to order some buses."

Fluffy didn't hesitate. "Done." She headed for the entrance.

~~~~~~~Susan arrives

Susan arrived in camp to find the newly self-promoted commander tidying up his office. "Looks nice. Could use a woman's touch though."

Barry didn't look up. "Sorry doll, I'm spoken for. I've got a jealous dame on the way from Vegas who'd scratch your eyes out for even talking to me." Barry slipped from behind his desk, gave Susan a big hug, and long kiss. That kiss reminded him of his long attraction to her.

There was something between them that transcended their criminal and greedy nature. They were hopelessly attracted to each other. It never failed when they were together that their blood began to heat up. Even the reprehensible are not immune to love.

Barry's phone vibrated in his shirt pocket. "Give me a minute. Business. Yes. Commander… What's that? Unconscious? Kolov? I'll be damned. Secure. Okay. I'm on my way. Make sure you put both guards on his cell. He's crafty in spite of how nuts he seems. Good work, Fluffy." He put the phone back in his pocket. "Ready to take a look at our inventory? Oh… we have a guest of your acquaintance. You'll get a big kick out of this."

Barry swaggered out of the office with Susan in tow. He had everything he wanted and everything had turned out perfectly. Just take care of that pest. The Bard… what the hell is he doing here anyway. I guess he doesn't realize who he's dealing with. He started chuckling under his breath.

They arrived at the prison doors and found them locked. He didn't know procedure, so he wasn't aware that there should've been guards out front having a coded conversation with him about the Utah Jazz basketball team. He knocked on the door.

The doors opened up and Fluffy greeted him and Susan. "I'm glad to see you! That fool slipped his cuffs and knocked Kolov out. I mean out! He didn't want to box with my AK though. I told him you wouldn't be pleased. He said to bring your fat pussy ass over here so he could insert a folding chair in it and then open it up and create something ironic. His words, sir."

"Yeah. Very funny. Where's the asshole at? Seems we need to have a little chat."

The Bard sidled up behind Susan and stood behind her and whispered, "I don't think we're going to get away with this. All he has to do is turn his head and he'll catch us. But, it is exciting."

Susan screamed and Barry wheeled around. The Bard grabbed his hand and bent the little finger back painfully. "No one ever talks about this little piggy. All the other piggies get the spotlight and the glory. Don't you ever wonder what this little piggy's fate is?"

"OOOWWWW! No! I don't want to know. OOWWW! Stop."

Susan lunged at the Bard, but Tenaya stopped her forward progress with a leg sweep that sent her sprawling across the cement floor.

Tenaya stood over her. "I suggest you remain there."

"Don't hurt her. Let go of me. What do you want? I… OOWWW!"

Lucy pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Barry. "You're going to get on your phone and cancel those vans. Then you will arrange for three school buses to arrive unimpeded to pick up these kids. Of course, that's what you will tell those idiots out there. The buses… we'll handle that. Or, my dear friend here will come up with some exotic, psychotic, and endless method to make your life unpleasant. Oh… and you can watch us do the same to this little bitch too while we're at it. I hope that is clear enough for you. My friend can splain it to ju if you no comprendo."

The Bard had a vacant look on his face. "It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it's told."

"What? What the hell is he talking about. I'll do it… whatever. Just tell him to…OOWWWW!"

"It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again." The Bard started rubbing Lucy's head. "Yes, Precious, we gonna give him the hooose."

"Please, God. I said I'll do whatever you want. Make him let me go."

The Bard looked at Lucy. "Not many ladies'd git up two in the mornin' make a feller biskits and mustard. Thank yeeew. Ummm uhhh. This boy and I, we made friends right off the bat, mmm ummmm." He let go of Barry's hand.

Author Notes I admit that some of this is to amuse myself. Hahaha. Getting closer to the end! Still open to suggestions for now and for future editing.

Chapter 40
Kids Are Rescued and Then...

By michaelcahill

Previously, the plan to rescue the kids was implemented. The detectives ended up in the prisoner's quarters just as they planned. Thanks to some sleight of hand by the Bard, they were able to gain control of the facility with relative ease. With Barry and Susan hostage it made it easy to arrange for the buses to come in and take the children away. If things went smoothly, they could all drive out of there without a shot being fired. We continue now as Barry though captured is still looking for an angle to gain some levergae.

Barry just looked at the Bard who looked almost serenely back at him. "What do you want me to do?" I'll do whatever they want. This whole scene is a drag anyway. Take the money and Susan… gone. I gotta switch this. "You've got me all wrong anyway. I've already got the plan to get these poor kids out of here. I had nothing to do with this. This is all Winston. I'm not into this kind of…" Barry stopped in mid-sentence as the Bard's expression changed to something resembling intense psychotic rage. As soon as Barry stopped speaking, the Bard's expression returned to one of serenity.

Tenaya observed the scene unfolding and laughed under her breath. She pulled out her phone. "We're going to need three buses. We have the commander in custody in the prison. You'll have the green light. They'll direct you to the prison and you'll load up the kids and leave. Simple. We'll be on the last bus. No, we'll take him as insurance. He's wanted and so is she. They'll be in our custody and we can turn them over to authorities. It should be a breeze. Thank you, sir. It was a team effort."

Lucy smiled. "It's all set?"

Tenaya slipped her phone into her vest. "Yes. The buses are on their way. We'll leave with our prisoners on the last one. I think we need to interview these so-called prisoners. No telling what we're dealing with. We don't need any loose cannons at the last minute."

Tenaya and Lucy walked up to the first cell. The Bard followed behind. Lincoln tagged along when Lucy gave him a nod to tag along. She figured he might have some information on them.

Tenaya took the lead in questioning. "What's your story?"

"I got into it with that damn meth head over those kids. I'm delivering food back there, there's kids with fevers, and I know damn well some ain't seen daylight in weeks. Well, he don't like that… beat me down… all that ninja special ops war hero crap. And here I am. Private Randy Granger."

"You want to join up with the good guys, Granger?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Okay, let him out. Go help get the kids ready. See Fluffy in the back. You know who that is?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do. We getting these kids outta here, ma'am?"

"Damn straight, Granger."

Granger limped towards the back. He didn't look to be in good shape. He'd get medical attention once they were clear of the compound.

"How bout you two?"

Tenaya and the group interviewed the eleven prisoners and released nine of them to help with the preparations. Lucy recognized one of them from the docks when the Bard took a bullet for her. The Bard recognized one of them from the small compound in Mojave where Harpster and he were held.

The Bard stepped in the cell and extended his hand. "Pedro, damn! It's been a long time. How the hell are ya?"

"What? What the hell are you talking about? My name is Rhino. Pedro? What the… "

"I hope you're not becoming unfriendly, Pedro. I'm allergic to Rhinos. I'm going to have to give you a Rhinoplasty if you keep irritating me." He turned his back on him and faced the group. "See, he's too ignorant and worthless to get the humor of that. See, his nickname is Rhino and I'm making a play on words and referring to a Rhinoplasty, which of course is the technical term for a nose job. Well, heh, heh, heh, you can well imagine the kind of nose job that I have in store for him."

"What is this bullshit, fool? Are you gonna let me out of here, or what? What's this fool talkin' about anyway?"

"Like… OOOH MYYYY God! You're like toootally capping on my vibe… I mean like, dude. What… is… your… p r o b oooo l eeeem?

he stared at me through those bars
did he think I was in a cage or
did he have to think that

what would happen
if the wall to his left
never moved
and the wall to his right
stayed right where it was

what about that back wall
wasn't that the true test
no the blue sky was blocked
it was right up there
but he couldn't be sure

no he looked down at his destiny
yep, he wondered what it was like
for me to be a prisoner"

"What the hell?"

"Not what, where."

The Bard threw several rapid blows near his head and leaped into the air. He brought his right foot close enough to his head to dishevel his hair. Then, the Bard stepped out of the cell and Lucy locked it. Rhino just stood there.

Tenaya ended a conversation on the phone and gathered the group together. "The first bus will be here in about five minutes. Be sharp. Expect anything. Don't trust anybody. I'll say, "Bring the children", if everything is okay. If I ask, "Are the children ready", that means something is wrong. Get down to the back and prepare to defend those kids. Do you all understand. I don't anticipate any problems, but we need to be on our toes. There are dozens or armed militia out there with no clue about what is taking place. Okay, Fluffy and Lucy, take your position outside the front doors."

Fluffy and Lucy opened the front doors and stepped outside. It was quiet. About three minutes later a green school bus pulled up just outside the stand of trees.They couldn't see the bus door open, but they could hear the whoosh of the door. A few seconds later a man in military garb appeared.

Lucy spoke, "Malone and Stockton."

The man answered, "You're livin in the past."

Lucy opened the doors and nodded to Tenaya.

Tenaya called out, "bring the children!"

Tenaya couldn't risk sending any of the troops out with the kids. That would draw suspicion from the compound populace. Lucy and Fluffy escorted the children to and unto the bus. There were forty-two children on the first bus. It rolled through the camp and unto the highway unnoticed or without interest. Forty-two children saved.

The second bus pulled into the compound and was directed to the prisoner's quarters. The same routine was followed with the same results. Another forty-four children were saved.

The third bus arrived along with a hail of bullets. Lucy and Fluffy had their weapons at the ready. The doors were open and back up had already arrived to assist. The bus screeched to a halt, the doors wooshed open and the driver zigzagged his way to the entrance. He stumbled as a round clipped his leg. He staggered but didn't fall. He limped through the door; Fluffy bolted it shut as shots bounced off the metal exterior.

"Pegged me. Old war buddy. On the force for awhile. Bastard. Yelled out. FBI! Crap… "

Tenaya grabbed the keys from Lucy. She opened Barry's cell knocking Susan on the ground as she rose from her bunk. She grabbed Barry by his shirt and pulled him up. "You're gonna take charge and call off this attack. Get it?" She took out her revolver and put it to his head.

"I don't think I'm gonna do that, bitch."

Lucy cocked the trigger, "Fine with me."

"Wait. Don't go crazy. Without me, what chance do you have?"

"I'll figure something out." Lucy smashed the barrel into Barry's head and he slumped to the ground.

Author Notes Still some twists and turns. Finally getting some kids to freedom. Lots to edit for me coming up. What should I do with all this Bard stuff? Open to any thoughts. Thank you all for everything and for sticking with me through some crazy times!! mikey

Chapter 41
The Prison is Leveled.

By michaelcahill

Previously, the evacuation of the children began. The first two buses came and left with eighty-six children aboard rescued and on their way to safety. The third bus, however, arrived with a hail of gunfire. The FBI agent barely made it inside the prison facilities wounded but alive. Tenaya's demands fell on deaf ears. Unbeknownst to her, Sgt. Petticoat had found the millions in ransom money left by Barry in his office. The good Sargeants priorities had changed considerably. The bombing of the prison commenced and in short order the prison was reduced to rubble. The Bard, sensing the attack, had ushered everyone into the abandoned silver mine and for the time being to some kind of safety. They were, however, cut off and trapped in the mine. We continue the story now as they contemplate a way out.

Tenaya grabbed the keys from Lucy. She opened Barry's cell knocking Susan on the ground as she rose from her bunk. She grabbed Barry by his shirt and pulled him up. "You're gonna take charge and call off this attack. Get it?" She took out her revolver and put it to his head.

"I don't think I'm gonna do that, bitch."

Lucy cocked the trigger, "Fine with me."

"Wait. Don't go crazy. Without me, what chance do you have?"

"I'll figure something out." Lucy smashed the barrel into Barry's head and he slumped to the ground.

She called Fluffy over. "The commander needs medical aid. You're a hostage. They just want to free the children, can you handle that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Tenaya glared at Susan as she handed the phone to Fluffy. Susan sat on the floor in silence. She didn't even glance at Barry.

"This is Private McMurphy, sir. The Commander requires medical attention and the rest of the friendlies have been taken hostage. They are only asking safe passage with the children. No, sir. A blow to the head… pistol-whipped, sir. They're private, sir. Detectives. I don't know… no… no… no one has said anything about FBI… none of that. Just kids, sir. These kids are sick, sir. They don't belong here."

Tenaya grabbed the phone as Fluffy held it out to her. "What? Nope. Nope… I'm not negotiating. We're taking these kids out of here. You want to be involved? That's fine we'll add your name to the charges. If you know nothing about this and want to co-operate… well, we'll make note of that too."

A huge explosion knocked the front doors off their hinges leaving a huge hole in their place. Everyone inside with a weapon opened fire on the entrance. No one was coming… yet. As it stood now, there were the three detectives, three recruits to the cause including Fluffy, nine prisoners considered sympathetic, the wounded FBI agent and Lincoln. There were eleven children left including Lincoln's three granddaughters. Along with that was Barry, Susan and the two prisoners they didn't trust who were locked in cells.

Tenaya still had the phone in her hand. "Are you still there? What the hell is going on. You want war? Is that your answer? The FBI and the U.S. Marines are on their way, if you want to go out like that. We're willing to drive out of here and leave you be, your call."

Another loud explosion occurred close to the front door but to the right. The hole grew larger. This time the people inside held their fire. No advances were made, yet.

"Sir, I need an answer. What? Crap. No one's on the phone. Just chaos in the background. I don't like it."

The Bard eyed the situation. "Everybody to the back. They're going to attack! Leave the prisoners in their cells. Build a blockade with this furniture. Everybody. Good. Now all the way to the back. Hurry."

They all rushed to the back of the facilities. As they looked back, huge explosions began pummeling the front of the structure. The front seemed to disappear.

Sgt. Petticoat looked at the pile of rubble that until five minutes ago had been the compounds prison facility. The bombing resembled the "shock and awe" that George H. once rained down in the Middle East years ago. He clutched the suitcase he found in Barry's office. This makes it all worth it. What the hell do I need with any of this? There's millions in here. We can't help it if we were attacked. Not a shred of evidence to dispute our claim… then… I'm gone.

The bodies of the prisoners that remained locked in their cells where somewhat intact. Barry and Susan's body were identifiable. The cell they were in was up against the mountain and had better protection than the other cells. In fact, Barry was still alive, though smart enough not to move just yet. The two prisoners would be more difficult, but there were enough remains to find their identity eventually.

There wasn't a shred of any other individual in the rest of the facility. Apparently, none of the others was in a cell and felt the full force of the bombing without any protection whatsoever. But to not find even a hair was strange indeed.

The silver mine had come in handy indeed. The Bard knew from experience that an attack was underway. He had everyone running into that mine before the first bomb hit the rear of the facility. No one was injured. However, the bad news was, they were completely sealed in with no apparent way out. The entrance, even if they wanted to try and fight their way out, consisted of a wall of debris that not even light could enter. If there was another way out, they hadn't discovered it yet.

The children's level of fear escalated to where it became difficult to control. They had to control it. The longer they went undetected the better. The Bard made up silly songs and taught them to the children, but they had to whisper them or the Bard would pick them up and run in circles with them. Great fun!

The Bard spoke to Tenaya by the light of her cell phone. "I have to find a place where we can at least get a signal. We are dead ducks waiting for a spaniel here. We are safe in a way. They can't reach us anymore than we can get out. But, there are things they can do… pump in gas… more bombs."

Tenaya seemed pensive. "This isn't total darkness. The air is dank, but it is not running out. There's a source. I've been exploring caves since I was a little girl. This may not have an exit, but it isn't completely cut off from the outside. I'm going with you. Lucy, you're with us. This is like basic training in Chantry Flats. Everyone, gather round. We're going to look for a way out. If we can't find one, we're going to at least find a spot where we can get a signal."

Lincoln spoke up, "We have a little food that we grabbed on the way in, but we aren't equipped for the long haul here. We've got an injured man too. What should we do? We can't start digging out. The bad guys are on the other side. What about going deeper inside the cave?"

The Bard answered. "I think maybe you have something. The more distance you put between you and those fools, the better. But, you have to be quiet and you have to be careful. This mine hasn't been worked since the fifties from what they were saying. Danger! Danger, Will Robinson." The kids had no idea what the reference was, but it amused them when the Bard started waving his arms around in a silly way. "Go ahead and slowly go inside. Try to follow a path that looks traveled. If you see something that looks promising as far as a side route goes then send a small party to explore. Then come back and make notes. Write it all down. We could get lost in here. This thing is huge. Okay, let's do this.

a small rag tag band of merry men
had to be twenty if it was ten
goofy adults and kiddies too
and a dude called the Bard straight from the ZOO!"

Somehow, everyone went on their way with a little smile on their faces.

~~~~~~~~~~~Outside the cave

Sgt. Petticoat looked at the rubble piled in front of the abandoned silver mine. "They escaped in there. That's why there are no remains. I want maps of this mine. I want to know everything about it. This is going to be their tomb. Get… just a ridiculous amount of C4 and seal this entrance. I don't want a fart escaping from there. If you can think of a way to collapse the whole damn thing there might be a promotion involved."

~~~~~~~Temporary command post in the Utah Forest about five miles from Winston's compound.

Medics, soldiers and FBI personnel were busy taking care of children and making plans to rescue survivors, if there were any, from Winston's compound.

Landon Dell took Harpster to the side. "Look, this isn't a matter of money or resources, old friend. Slater did some work for me in Pakistan that I can't even talk about. Let's just say, this country owes him. I know these people are friends. Dammit, if you don't think the United States of America wouldn't like to rescue some underprivileged kids from the hands of monsters then you haven't been watching the polls. Okay, look, we’ve saved eighty-six kids. I don't know what happened with that last bus, but that prison is a pile of rubble. I don't see how anyone in there is alive. If they managed to escape… well, where the hell would they escape too? They're in the middle of unfriendlies armed to the teeth. Well, if anyone could find a way out, it's Slater. Hey, what did you call him? Bart?"

"The Bard."

"Ha! Yep, that's perfect. He used to go into battle makin' up poetry… good stuff too. Our guys would get all jacked up hearing it." Dell crouched down as if sneaking up on a position. He spoke in a hushed voice.

"Fear was coming to call, we brought it wrapped in destiny to an enemy that could smell their own defeat."

Corporal Dell laughed with a grim expression on his face. "Hell yes, it inspired the hell out of us. We're going in after him. Either to find him or by God, avenge him!"

Author Notes Finally a large number of children are delivered to safety. But several are trapped along with the Bard, Lucy and Tenaya in an abandoned silver mine. Mercenaries led by a man with 22 million reasons for them not being rescued stands in their way. Any suggestions? Your help as always is appreciated. Great input has kept me on track and afloat. Thank you so much.

Chapter 42
The Money Trail, Cave Living

By michaelcahill

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.

Previously, Sgt. Petticoat found the ransom money that Barry had left in his office. It altered his plans considerably. He ordered negotiations halted and the prison along with Barry and the remaining children destroyed. The Bard, sensing the coming attack, ushered everyone into the abandoned silver mine saving their lives. Somehow, Barry survived the bombing because of the extra reinforced structure of the cell he and Susan happened to be in. Sgt. Petticoat wasn't aware that Barry had survived. We continue now as Barry remains motionless and Sgt Petticoat delivers instructions.

~~~~~~~The rubble of the prison

Sgt. Petticoat took one last look at the devastation and a quick glance at the bodies of Barry and Susan, unmoving, in what was left of the cell they had been locked in. They weren't mangled like the other prisoners, whose cells had collapsed on them. It appeared the concussion of the blasts and flying debris had done them in. He felt the handle of the satchel in his hand and decided that now would be a good time to take leave of… all of this.

Petticoat barked out some orders. "Get on this entrance! I don't want anyone getting out or in, ever. Get these bodies in the ground. Listen up. You didn't see them and you don't know who they are. All the kids left on those first two buses. Everyone else escaped. Get it?" The chorus of, "Sir, yes sirs", seemed sincere. Well, no difference to me. I'll be on the other side of this screwed up earth when it comes time to question me. Hmmm. Always wanted to change this damn name… Rock Rigid! That's the ticket. Hehehe. Rock Rigid Richman… yep, that'll work.

~~~~~~~~~The entrance to Winston's compound

The two guards at the gate gave former Sgt. Petticoat a crisp salute as he drove through the gates. They thought nothing of it.

~~~~~~~~~Barry and Susan's demolished cell

One of the soldiers dragged Susan's lifeless body out of the rubble of what was once her and Barry's cell. Another grabbed Barry's arms to pull him out as well. Private Ashworth jumped back when Barry showed surprising resistance to being moved.

Barry sat up and put his hand up to his head, drawing it away bloody. He took a quick inventory of his injuries. He found himself capable of standing and he demonstrated that. He assessed himself accurately. Private Ashworth extended his hand to assist, and Barry walked around it.

Barry looked at the leveled prison structure. "Where is the asshole that authorized the strike on this facility with me and my wife being held hostage, not to mention several loyal officers?"

"That would be Sgt. Petticoat, sir." Corporal Furcal fumbled with her weapon and looked away.

"Well, lovely. Where is that ignorant son of a bitch at the moment?"

"I don't know, sir. He was here a few minutes ago."

"Outstanding news, Corporal. Let me see if I have this correct. Sgt. Pantysniffer ordered that this place, filled with friendlies, including his commanding officer, be leveled to the damn ground and you mindless drones just, yuck, yuck, yuck, followed orders and did it. Is that the way of things here?"

"Well, I had nothing… sir, yes sir!"

"Hey. You. Over there. What the hell are you fine people up to?"

Three men and a woman were busy setting explosives at the mines entrance. One of them, a civilian it appeared, stood up. "We were instructed to make this entrance impassable, in or out."

"Well, ain't that just a swift kick in the shit-filled britches? Instructed? Do you like instructions, the four of you? Here's an instruction, STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING! Do you think it is smart that when the FBI comes in here they find us trying to blow up children? Let me answer for you… gee, we're idiot drones, we don't know. Now, go get that moron, Pantyboy, and bring him to me… in chains. Get it?"

Everyone jumped and ran towards the entrance. About five minutes later a breathless Freddie Boyle came running in. "He's gone sir. He left about fifteen minutes ago."

Barry ran to his office. He noticed the pain in his right leg, but ignored it. Dammit, he has the money. Not once did his dead girlfriend enter his mind. Two minutes later the station wagon he hijacked to get to the camp passed through the compounds gates in pursuit of Petticoat.

~~~~~~~inside the silver mine

The condition of the mine became a consideration at every turn. The main group kept the children together in a tight group while one or two scouts slowly explored the shafts ahead. They searched for an alternate path out, but the main concern revolved around safety. It took time and the children especially fought boredom. Fluffy seemed to be the most adept at providing entertainment for the kids. She didn't have the versatility of the Bard, but she had a way with kids and they liked her.

"We're going to have to keep our eyes open for the Glackpacker. Do you kids know what a Glackpacker looks like?"

The kids liked the sound of that coming from Fluffy with her deep booming voice. "No!" They practically sounded like one giant excited kid, speaking with an echo, when they responded.

"Well. Now gather round… real close. Back in the day, the old miners would get a fever. It was a fever like you'd get when you had the measles, but it was all about gold. Goooooolllllllld. Sweet, precious, shiny gold. Once a miner saw another miner hit a vein of gold, it would do something to their mind. They'd get the fever. Goooold fever. They wouldn't leave the mine. They'd stay down here mining… looking for the gold. As time went by, they'd become white as ghosts. And they didn't eat. Most people would die without food, but the desire for gooooollllld kept them alive. Before long, they became light as a feather. They'd float around the mines, always looking for gold… always watching and hovering behind the other miners… waiting to see… waiting to see if any of them found THEIR gooooold. Their teeth grew and grew and so did their finger and toe nails until they were like daggers…"

A rumbling sound interrupted the story. The sound started seemingly far away, but soon it was right on top of them. Dirt rained down on everyone from the ceiling and the sound of old wood creaking under the strain of tons of earth and stone was both deafening and frightening in its implications of being buried alive. It stopped as suddenly as it started. The fear of it didn't stop. It might never stop. For now, the mood for ghost stories had passed.

The Bard, Lucy and Tenaya appeared among them suddenly.

The Bard spoke, "Okay, which one of you monsters farted? Oh… I'm an expert in farting. I know it was one of you. This was a young sharp fart that pierces like a knife. None of these old fogies can fart like that. This old guy here sounds like the Goodyear Blimp with a pack of woodchucks trying to chew their way to freedom. I suspect you!" The Bard pointed dramatically at a little boy about eight years old. "What is your name, son?"

The children were all giggling now. The child that answered answered with a soft voice, "Lucas."

The Bard picked him up and gave his behind a big sniff and staggered backwards like a drunk. He set Lucas down.

The Bard fell to his knees. "I kneeeeeew it. LeeewwwwcAAAAAssssss! OH MY GOD! That is Aborigine for Lethal Ass. We are in danger folks!" The Bard bowed down in front of the delighted child. "Please King Lethal Ass; spare us your deadly farting. We want to live. We are sooooooo young! Well, they are anyway." The kids were squealing with delight now.

One of them pointed to a rather large young boy and said, "It was him. I smelled it. I almost died. It sounded like a racecar! He he ha hoooo haaaaa." The boy that pointed him out started making sounds like a racecar. "Eeeeeooooow. PPPRRRRGGGGGGTtttttthhhhh. PPPhhhhhaaaaattttt. Hhheeeeeeee."

The banter carried on for awhile and the adults were almost as amused as the kids. Lucy and Tenaya took Fluffy aside and gave her an update on what they had found.

Tenaya spoke. "There are air holes everywhere. But, we haven't found an alternate exit, yet. I found some roots that I know to be edible. Getting these kids to eat them, well, that's another story. We found a stash of tools. We are thinking that the plan should be to dig our way out. But the damn thing is, we have no idea where we are. Plus, it is dangerous as hell. We could dig right into the middle of troop exercises for all we know. The tunnel could easily collapse. The only wood here is the ancient wood that is holding this place up now. I am afraid to move a stick of it."

Fluffy seemed excited. "Well, that's better than sitting around farting our life away."

They all laughed at that. Tenaya continued, "I think that a rescue attempt is likely. We work for a wealthy individual that is quite fond of us. The entertainment committee" she pointed to the Bard, "is his best friend. It might be hard to believe, but that man is our best hope for survival. He's amazing. Crazy, but amazing."

Author Notes Rolling along. It seems like an end may be in sight. Thanks for all your input. Lots of editing to look forward to. Remember, there are two books. So, any suggestions of any kind would be appreciated as always. This is still fun!!

Chapter 43
The Chase in the Forest & Yeti?

By michaelcahill

Previously, those trapped in the mine continued to explore it. The Bard entertained the kids and kept them calm. Plans to mount a rescue were underway thought there was no confidence that there was even a need for a rescue. Petticoat and Barry abandoned the camp, one with the money and the other pursuing it. We continue now as Barry comes upon trouble on the road.

~~~~~~~The road out of the compound

Barry saw the flashing lights up ahead. His instinct kicked in and turning around became his priority. An oncoming squad of police cars altered that plan. Think fast. Crap. There goes the money right there. Think… think. Petticoat. He's the killer, not me. Him and my wife.

~~~~~~The scene that Barry saw down the road

"Exit the vehicle with your hands up."

Sgt. Petticoat glanced at the bag on the seat next to him. He had no intention of exiting the vehicle with his hands up. You think I'm just going to hand over millions of dollars and march off to jail with you? I've got other ideas. He slid over to the passenger side and began fiddling with wires under the dash.

"We are not playing games here. Exit the vehicle now! We will open fire. This is Arizona, mister, not LaLa Land, we don't say please. Now I advise you to comply while I'm still feeling friendly."

Petticoat grabbed the handle of the passenger door and opened it. He eyed the forest not more than ten feet away. He lit a smoke bomb and placed it on top of the jeep. It became enveloped in smoke, as did he. He ran with bag in hand towards the cover of the forest. A hail of bullets rang out, but they were directed at the jeep. He had escaped under cover of all the smoke. Barry saw him, as did several officers, down the road. The officers headed for the smoke filled scene, Barry followed along the forests rim on foot. He wanted to see what happened, but his immediate plan was to pursue that money and, incidentally, due to his proximity to it, Sgt. Petticoat.

Officer Turbin waved his arms and pointed towards the forest. "He's not in the vehicle. He's in there!"

There were at least a dozen officers in direct range of the blast when the jeep exploded. Those that weren't in range were, nonetheless, knocked back by the force of it. Barry was close enough to be forcibly knocked to the ground clutching his ears.

Chaos ensued as back up and medical personnel were called in to what was now a bloody war zone. Some of the wounded shouted, "Go get that son of a bitch. This isn't going to be for nothing. Go get his ass. I want to see his head on the end of your rifle."

Three of the officers sprinted into the forest. They were a good five minutes behind Barry, who was a good five minutes behind Sgt. Petticoat. Petticoat had a distance advantage on them, but his biggest advantage was knowledge of the terrain. This was his stomping grounds. Finding him here would be no small task. Barry followed, fueled by greed and vengeance. That gave him an edge over the cops. They sought justice and were motivated by duty.

~~~~~~~Outside the mine

"I don't know who the hell is in charge here. Petticoat is MIA. Barry, well who knows, he's gone too. Kolov is dead. A couple ranking officers might be hostage inside that cave… IF… IF… anyone is actually alive in there. If no one is going to take charge,, then I have no problem… "

"Stand down, Corporal Lipton. I'm the ranking officer in camp. You, over there. Cease that activity and disassemble those devices. I don't know who's in that mine, if anybody, but there are sure as hell no threats to the United States of America. Now, let's look for survivors here and call the authorities. I'm not going down for… "

"Ignore that order. We have orders in hand. Sgt. Petticoat is the ranking officer. Those are the orders we follow. Barry, or whoever he is, ain't nothin but a civilian. I don't answer to civilians. I'm military. Now, if you think you can just take over, Lt. Apley, we can lock you up and see what the tribunal decides. In the meantime, Sgt. Petticoat wants this entrance sealed and that is what we are going to do. Get back to work."

Lt. Apley decided he would challenge that authority. He unsheathed his knife and lunged at Corporal Lipton surprising him. Before Lipton could react, Apley had a knife pressed tightly to his throat.

Lipton said, "I'll give you one chance to back down from this foolish course of action."

Apley laughed. "You'll give me a chance, will you? I'll give you a chance to shut your mouth before I remove whatever it is that makes noise in your skinny neck."

Lipton sighed. "Very well." To everyone's surprise, a moment later, Apley was flying through the air and crashing on top of a pile of debris. Lipton walked over at an even pace and stood over Apley. "Get up, I'm not finished."

Apley laid there and looked up at Lipton. "I'm done, sir. You're in charge. What are your orders, sir?"

Lipton turned his back and ignored him. "I want this entrance blown the hell up. I don't want a memory of it left. Get on it. The rest of you, get Kolov, Barry's girlfriend and the rest of these bodies and bury them deep in unmarked graves. I want them undetectable. They don't exist. Get it?"

A chorus of, "Sir, yes sir's" filled what was left of the room.

~~~~~~~inside the mine

"Shh. Shh. Everyone quiet. Shh. Do you hear that?" Fluffy had her ear cocked facing one of the many shafts that led to who knows where.

Tenaya's eyes were closed and her brow slightly furrowed. "Yes!" she whispered. "From that tunnel there. Something moving around. An animal of some kind. Sounds big though. If it got in, then we can get out. I hope it isn't a damn bear or something."

"It could be the seldom seen Cave Yeti. Humiliated at being called abomminnnaaabbubbble, it fled its native land in shame. Legend says it got gold fever due to the price of custom shoes. It found the spiciness of unwashed miners to be a delicacy, so witnesses were hard to come by." The Bard's eyes got real big as though the thought of it terrified him.

Lucy had all she could do to keep from laughing out loud. "You go and investigate then… you being a renowned international authority and all."

The Bard pulled a toothpick from his shirt pocket and held it in front of him like a sword. With a look of determination, he proceeded into the tunnel to investigate.

The Bard came to what looked to be a fork in the tunnel. He noticed a flickering light off to the right. He slowly snuck up to see who had lit it. The oversize shadow on the wall was human. The light came from a lantern sitting on a small wooden table. The shadow was from a man sitting in a chair drinking a beverage from a cup.

The Bard whispered softly into the room, "The greed of the restless soul seeks the grail of gold. Eternity calls, but the lost miner cannot answer. His soul burns in the smelting pot."

The man at the table turned his head quickly as though he heard something emanating from the dark.

Author Notes Might be on the road home! Suggestions or input? Don't forget, two books to edit upon completion. Many directions to go. Lots of ideas to ponder. Any others? Thank you all for the great input.

Chapter 44
How Convenient!

By michaelcahill

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.

Previously, The police pulled Petticoat over, but he had other plans. He set off a smoke bomb and then blew up his jeep and ran for the safety of the forest. He is native to the area and knows the forest inside and out. The explosion caused the officers that had pulled Barry over to run to the rescue. Barry escaped into the forest in pursuit of Petticoat and the money. The chapter ends with the Bard discovering a man sitting at a table in the room in the mine We continue now as the Bard attempts to find out more about the mysterious man.

The man peered into the darkness and stood up as he heard something move in the corner. From behind, he felt something cold pressing at his throat.

"What is it doing in my mine, my precioussssssss? Nasty thievin' humanses after our gold. Slit its throat. It wants the precioussssss."

Sgt. Petticoat couldn't manage anything more clever than, "No".

"No? No, it says. What do we have for him, Don Pardo? Well, Gollum, we have a lifetime of hard labor at beautiful Attica Penitentiary home of the Hell-No-We-Won't-Stop-Loving-You Bowery Boys Singers and Ass Spelunkers!

The Loooooove Butt,
shiny and blue.
Come aboard you big brute,
he's been waiting for you.

You get the picture, right. I could've said, don't move or you're a dead man. That's direct and to the point. Or I could have been more poetic and referred to you as toast, for instance, implying that I might insert you in a mechanical device and crisp your skin in anticipation of peanut butter and boysenberry preserves. Oh, Aunt Beeeeeeee! Get Opie. I've found a woman for Barney."

"Oh God! Please don't kill me. I'm not moving. That bag is full of money. Just take it. I never saw a thing. Just let me go. Oh God."

"God? Little old me? I must say that is quite the compliment. How can I be sure that you're being sincere? Maybe you're just trying to earn my favor. OOOHHHHHH! That's it isn't it? You sly dog. The Woodsman's Ball and Axe Throwing Festival is coming up. I'm getting the vapors. OH MY GOD! You want me to be your date."

Tenaya appeared at the cave entrance. "I couldn't help but overhear the conversation. You know that you already have a date with Lucy. I hope you aren't taking his offer seriously."

"Well, no, of course not. But, it is flattering though. He offered me twenty-two million dollars for the first dance." The Bard directed Tenaya's vision to the satchel sitting on the small wooden table.

Tenaya burst out laughing. "You've got to be kidding. Harpster's ransom money. Who is this idiot and how the hell did he get a hold of the money?"

The Bard put a little added pressure on his throat. Petticoat made a little peeping sound like an Easter duckling that had just found out the Easter Bunny was really Uncle Phil and that Phil had no eggs at all. The smell was Uncle Phil. But the sound seemed to be too high pitched for a duckling.

The Bard said, "I believe the lovely young woman has inquired as to your name and method of acquisition as regards that bag of money there… over yonder… over there on that table there that has that bag full of money sitting on it and stuff. In other words, who are you and where did you get that dough? How'd I do?" He smiled at Tenaya like a little boy.

Petticoat remained terrified. "I'm Pat Petticoat. I'm a Sgt. with the Independent Militia of the United States. I took the money from Barry's office after he was killed in an explosion at… "

"At the prison facility at the compound a couple ticks from here?" The Bard had dropped any humor from his voice and manner.

"Yes. The compound. The prisoners took hostages. I had no choice and… "

"You don't recognize my voice? I was negotiating with your miserable ass and you just started bombing us. We ran into this mine. That's the only reason we're alive. This isn't a good day for you. Show us the way out of here. It may extend your life a little while." Tenaya had her weapon at his forehead cocked and ready to fire. Even in the dim light, it was clear she wished to use it right then and there.

Fluffy stood at the entrance. "Should I bring the others up?"

Tenaya never took her eyes off Petticoat. "Yep".

~~~~~~~~~~Barry running in the forest

Barry kept running. He couldn't hear anything behind him any longer. I know It's a matter of time… helicopters, dogs, who knows. Gotta find this jackass with my money. Kill me? Mistake. Where the hell did you go? You have to be here somewhere. Mountain… straight up. A Billie goat would struggle.

Barry just stood there looking around.

~~~~~~~~Three cops in the forest in pursuit

The three cops that took off after Barry who had taken off after Petticoat, stood there looking around at a forest that looked almost like a paradise except for their presence. Tall evergreen trees, green dotted with a rainbow of colors stretched out in every direction. The sound of animal life filed the fresh air. There wasn't a sign of fugitives anywhere. The size of the forest became a part of their mindset.

"Which way do we go? Maybe we should split up." Yablonski scratched his mostly baldhead.

Cravitz scratched his large stomach absent-mindedly. "Well, let's face it, they could be anywhere."

Khin stroked a short tuft of beard that had been shaved off a month earlier. "I'm not for chasing our tails in a circle. I don't think splitting up is wise. Three on one is a cool breeze. One on one is a windless night with a tornado warning. We accomplish the same thing standing here that we would flying to the moon. Exercise is foolish. Wisdom is thoughtful and motionless."

Cravitz and Yablonski nodded their heads reverently in agreement.

~~~~~~~The entrance to Winston's compound

A contingent of FBI men accompanied by a decent sized military presence set up temporary headquarters outside of the compound in sight of the entrance. They were armed to the teeth. The guards at the gate reported to those in charge.

~~~~~~~~Inside the compound

An attempt to organize ensued. Disputes over… everything delayed any kind of organized response to the FBI's presence. The desire to discharge their weapons was nearly universal throughout the compound.

~~~~~~~inside the mine

Petticoat showed the Bard the exit to the mine. It consisted of a ladder that led to a small hole in the ground covered by a wooden door camouflaged by branches and leaves. The Bard slowly opened the door and peered outside. About twenty feet away, Barry stood with his back to him starring at… well, he wasn't exactly sure. He quietly closed the door.

The Bard looked at Lucy and laughed. "Lee Harvey Oswald and John Wilkes Booth are standing out there ready to turn themselves in. They're sorry. Should we let them go? Oh… and Barry is standing there waiting for me to impale him on a Douglas Fir tree".

Lucy smiled. "You're kidding; Barry is standing out there in the middle of the forest?"

Tenaya laughed. "Prayer must work. I prayed that I'd be able to blow two idiots to kingdom come and He's delivered. I really didn't think He'd go along with a prayer like that. You hear that Pussycoat, the good Lord gave you up."

The Bard gestured towards Tenaya's revolver. "May I borrow that? Barry has a date with his proctologist. I'm going to give him a quick colonoscopy. Heeee hooooo Haaaa. Hey, Petite Overcoat, you like that one? I'm implying that I'm going to jam this revolver up Barry's ass by referring to it as a common medical procedure. That should appeal to the medical crowd, the booty crowd and the NRA. Okay, I'll be right back." The Bard climbed up the ladder again and peeked out the door. He looked back, blew a kiss to Sgt. Petticoat, and silently climbed out.

Author Notes Nearing the end now. I even have a vague idea how it ends. Hahaha. That could change though. Any thoughts or input. Are there loose ends I forgot about? Two books to edit now. Combine them or expand them. Make one out of the two?

Chapter 45
General Confusion & Disregard Rule!

By michaelcahill

Previously, the Bard discovered the mysterious man in the mine to be none other than Sgt. Petticoat. He had the twenty-two million dollar ransom with him and was easily restrained by the Bard. When the Bard looked out the opening out of the mine he saw Barry standing there staring blankly at the trees. We continue now as the Bard has slipped out of the mine and is sneaking up on Barry.

~~~~~~~Barry, standing there in the forest

With laughable ease, the Bard slipped behind Barry and put a toothpick to his throat. Barry froze in place.

"Are you familiar with cocktail weenies? Well, the sight of a toothpick impaling one isn't pretty. I don't want you to have to EEEEVVVER have to suffer that horror. Okay, the plan is working perfectly. I've got the money and we can ditch these people and start our new life… HEY! You're not Kitty from Gunsmoke. Hell's bells, you're not even Festus. What the hell is going on here? Lucy! Tenaya! Bring the battalion out. Be at the ready! We've got an imposter here. Buddy, I don't know what the hell is in your head, but I'd have to be CRRRRAAAAAZZZZZY to think you are Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke.

Sure you've got nice pouty breasts… but where is the mole? AH HA! No answer? I thought so. Can't we call in a decorator? Look at all this green. Hello… moderation. Maybe some mauve to offset the overwhelming… Okay, I've got him at pick point, you can come out now."

Barry sighed, "The Bard. Are you everywhere? What are you doing in the middle of the forest? I thought you were in a cave dead or something."

"Well, it's just the funniest story. Have a moment. This will tickle you like a pod of whales riddin by chemically altered penguins seeking a respite from snow through osmotic language assimilation. Shh. Don't tell anyone, there is no such thing. But, they are having such a swell time. They think they're in the Kentucky derby."

The Bard turned Barry around to see the crowd that had climbed out of the hole. Eleven kids, Petticoat, Lincoln, Tenaya, Lucy, Fluffy and the others looked a little dusty, but none the worse for wear. The children shielded their eyes reminding everyone that they hadn't seen sunshine in a criminally long period of time.

Lucy walked up to the Bard. She noticed the toothpick at Barry's throat and started laughing. "Is that thing loaded?"

"Well, no dear. It's a toothpick. There wouldn't be anyplace to insert ammunition in it. What I don't understand is why this woman here is so terrified of it. I think she has had some bad afternoon socials and ran out of Hors d'oeuvre . She must have become nervous and dropped a log in her pants. Lucy… she's a party pooper. Should we tell the others? Yeah, you're right, they've experienced enough horror."

"Where's your date, Barry? No Mrs. Blackwell? What gives?"

"She's… dead. That idiot", he nodded at Petticoat, "decided to kill everyone and run off with my money… Well, Mr. Blackwell's money. I was trying to find a way to return it and then that idiot runs off with it. I tracked him to this point and he disappeared. I'm a victim just like the rest of you. You hear that Petticoat, you missed the target big time. I can't wait to turn State's evidence against your ass. You're gonna fry. You killed my Susan. Oh God! I cant believe she's gone. You bastard, you're gonna pay! It was Winston and Elsa that ran the show and then… then… Susan came up with a plan to get money from the estate."

Tenaya feigned great interest in what Barry was saying, "Wow! It was Winston and Elsa all along. And Susan was at the bottom of her own daughter's kidnapping. Tell us more!"

"Yeah. It was Susan. She thought she could get the money, see… and her daughter wouldn't be harmed but Elsa was crazy and in cahoots with… "

Lucy stopped Barry, "Cahoots? What does that mean? I've never heard that word."

"Cahoots. Well, it means that… well, they were in on it together plotting and scheming. She didn't care about Angela, it was all about the money. I tried to talk to them, but they wouldn't listen. Then I discovered all these kids in the camp's prison and I knew it was up to me to save them. Of course I couldn’t just come out and say that. So I pretended to go along… "

The three detectives all started laughing at once.

The Bard said, "See I told you Barry was innocent. Why he's as pure as the driven snow filtered through a frozen nun full of charcoal."

That started the kind of insane laughter that the Bard seemed to ignite around him The kids joined in more so because it was funny watching adults laugh uncontrollably the same way kids do. Even Petticoat was laughing."

~~~~~~~The FBI outside of Winston's camp.

"Shh. Okay, incoming from Barry's phone. Keep him on the line. We can trace it... Hello, this is agent Grisham. What? It's a kid on the line. Yes, I'm listening. But, where is Barry… Prisoner? I see. Well, General of the Imperial Forest Forensic Army if you give us coordinates we can come get you. Half past… you're breaking up a little. A mountain pass? What? A monkey's ass? According to his… now that's real cute son. Put an adult on the… okay, okay. Keep the phone open and we are going to trace it. Don't hang up, okay… uh… General? Good, now stay on the line. Scott, trace this call and get GPS on it. This kid is playing… well, I think someone is having some fun."

Harpster started laughing, "Ask him if Sgt. Slaughter is nearby."

"We have the coordinates. It's right outside of the compound near where the explosion occurred."

"Son. You all hang tight there. We're on our way. Tell… Sgt. Slaughter that the belt is secure." He looked at Harpster who nodded his head and smiled.

~~~~~~~Newly appointed General Doomsday on Barry's cell phone.

Young Abdul Nasser tried to keep from giggling into the phone as the Bard told him what to say. He had just been appointed to the rank of General and given the name Doomsday by the Bard. Abdul thought it to be a great honor and a lot of fun.

"General Doomsday. Yes, Forensic Army, that's right. We have the prisoner tied up with rubber bands and crazy glued to a tree. Coordinates?" Abdul looked over to the Bard, a little giggle escaped, "Yes, sir. We are half past a monkey's ass according to his balls." Abdul held the phone away from his mouth while the kids rolled on the ground laughing. Sgt. Slaughter?" He saw the Bard shaking his head "yes". "Slaughter is busy. I'm in charge here. Okay, I won't hang up. He told me that the belt is secure."

The Bard jumped up. "I want all you grunts to listen up. The only way to become, THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPEEN OF THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD is to eat your vegetables, especially the yucky ones that are good for you. General Doomsday better know that every one of these superstars has their eyes on him." The Bard scooped up a young man named Prince from Jamaica. "Why, General Confusion over there tried to tell me that he wanted a match, but General Disregard jumped up and signed the contract before anyone could blink."

Tenaya smiled at Lucy. "You're in love with that crazy guy, aren't you? How did that happen?"

Lucy's eyes welled up slightly, "When he kissed me I couldn't tell the difference between my soul and his. I realized that we were one being. Two parts of one soul".

Tenaya tried to keep her eyes dry. "And crazy doesn't bother you?"

"Hell, look at those kids laughing and playing. They were in a dungeon yesterday with no future. How many years of sane therapy do you think it would take to coax a smile out of one of them? They can say that man there is crazy and yep, I can go along with that. But he sure as hell isn't ill. Besides, in case you haven't noticed, I'm crazy too!"

Lucy ran at the Bard, flew through the air and flattened him. She stood up over him shaking her fist. "Your days are numbered old man. Queen Maxima Paaaaaiin don't bow down for no man!"

The Bard smiled. "Get her, superstars!"

The kids all jumped up and on Lucy finding her harder than they expected to take down. With the Bard's help, down she went. Harpster, several FBI agents along with a good number of United States Marines came upon that scene.

Author Notes Definately only a couple chapters away from the end now. I'd say one, but I think that brevity is for sissies. Still listening. Insane amounts of work to look forward to. Any thoughts are so very appreciated. I can't imagine what these two books would've looked like without all of your help. Thank you again!

Chapter 46
All's Well That Ends Well

By michaelcahill

Previously, the Bard captured Barry. The kids were all safe and playing when the FBI and backup troops arrived. We pick up the story now as the children are about to attack Lucy who is pretending to be a wrestling diva. The danger has passed and everyone is finally safe. It is time to celebrate.

The kids all jumped up and on Lucy finding her harder than they expected to take down. With the Bard's help, down she went. Harpster, several FBI agents along with a good number of United States Marines came upon that scene.

Barry protested his innocence and kept talking as they placed him in custody. Petticoat was speechless. Lincoln borrowed a phone to tell his daughter that he had her kids with him and they would be coming home that day.

~~~~~~~The abandoned school

Construction had been underway at the abandoned school that had once been a prison to Angela and dozens of kidnapped children. The dream of turning it into a center of learning and housing for homeless children was well underway. Junior agreed to call it, "Angela's Family". There were many things that his daughter wanted that Junior was determined to get her. Most of them involved his attention, which he gave freely.

The small church that stood adjacent to the school became instrumental in acquiring licensing to officially designate the school an orphanage. The church's sponsorship came with a caring pastor named John Singer. He had lost his wife and children while living in Oklahoma to a tornado. The chance to work with and help children put a light in his eyes that had not been there in many a year. His small staff was excited to be a part of the new project and the church became a natural focal point of it. The small congregation showed growth already and made for an ideal community gathering spot to get people involved. The dusty road that was seldom used would soon need paving.

Ruby and Diamond held fundraisers and awareness of the school spread through the entertainment industry. Blackwell Publishing had no shortage of star power to fuel publicity.

~~~~~~~Las Vegas Community Hospital

The normally quiet Las Vegas Community Hospital, locally called, "The Broke Gambler's Hotel", had looked like a hospital in a war zone since Winston had arrived. The staff had become to gamblers down on their luck feigning illness to get a meal and a warm bed for a night or two. Even the administrative arm of the hospital considered it part of the service to the community. After all, desperate penniless gamblers weren't good for business roaming the streets, much better to give them a check-up and a room for the night.

Winston's penchant for escape and his connection to para military organizations drew a military presence as well as the FBI contingent that already guarded him. No one intended to let him escape again.

Today he would be transferred to permanent housing in a federal prison awaiting various civil and criminal trials. The charges against him came with penalties amounting to millions of dollars and thousands of years in jail. That is IF he managed to escape the death penalty.

The transfer had its problems. There were attempts to free him. But, this time preparations were made well in advance and efforts thwarted resulting in additional arrests.

Winston limped to the police van surrounded by agents. A group of reporters shouted out questions. Winston spoke addressing no question in particular. It was more of a statement. "These charges against me are all completely false. Welcome to a country that no longer believes in the rights of the individual. Welcome to a country that has turned its back on its own constitution. Rest assured, you have not heard the last from me. God Bless America!"

~~~~~~~The Blackwell Mansion

Lilith had regained some control of the Blackwell estate, at least the part of it that she could legally claim as her own. But, she also found out that she had signed away most of her rights of ownership to Blackwell Publishing and its subsidiaries. She had plans to sue anybody she could think of, but her lawyer knew that her chances resided between none and non-existent.

~~~~~~~~The eighth floor of Caesar's Palace

The suite on the eighth floor had a different atmosphere then it did for the previous week. Angela ran around the room with Priscilla and Charlotte. Kidnapping had slipped everyone's mind for the time being.

"Grandpa. Are all the orphans going to live at the new school?" Angela had a different question in mind, but she had the Blackwell skill of cleverness.

"Yes, honey. All the kids from the school and the compound are going to be at the school. The children rescued at sea are going to be there too. Any of the children that don't have homes to go to will have a home at the school."

"Oh Grandpa. You know what I want to know. Priscilla and Charlotte. What about them?"

Junior walked over. He had been listening. He kneeled down to talk to his daughter. "We'll, sweetheart, like your grandpa said, all the kids that don't have homes will be at the school. Priscilla and Charlotte have a home to go to."

"What do you mean, Daddy? Their mom died in the hills. They don't have anyone. They need the school too. You can't just send them to some distant relative that doesn't even know them. How will I ever see…? "

Junior smiled. "Sweetheart, you'll be able to see them all the time. They'll be living in Beverly Hills with a man and his daughter."

Angela started to protest and then it hit her. "Oh Daddy! You're the best." She put her arms around the two girls, "see, I told you, he's the best. We're sisters now, for real."

They resumed running around threatening to destroy the room, but somehow the room still stood.

The Bard stood up. "I want to live with my sisters too! Oh please, Grandpa tell dad. Tell him it's okay."

Lucy laughed, "I was going to marry him, but if he'd rather play dollies with the little girls, I'll understand".

The Bard dropped to the floor and hid behind the couch. He snuck up behind Lucy with his butt sticking up above the couch the whole time. He sang,

"I don't really want to move in with Junior and play with little dollies when I have the chance to marry Lucy who is a very hot and attractive woman who thinks that I am cute and wants to marry me and stuff."

Harpster leapt to his feet. "Ruby, let's get to the studio. He's written another damn hit!"

THE END

Birthin' A Bard

Look for it in your bookstores where fine literature is sold. Hahaha. Made you look! A prequel to the two Bard stories is underway. Where did he come from, what happened to cause his current mental state? Touches on his childhood. Focuses on his military service especially his undercover work with special ops. How did he end up in a mental hospital? How did he come to be called the Bard? This is in the planning stages. I don't know when I will start it. I'll probably do something else first. Thank you for all your help and support with the two Bard stories. I couldn't have done them without you.

Author Notes I couldn't write anymore. Hahaha. There may be things to add in edit. I have two books to edit now. A lot of work. If I've left anything untied or unfinished let me know. Any suggestions as to what to do with all of this will fall on wide open ears. Your help has kept me going. I never could've finished this without your help and I appreciate it more than you can know. I have all of the reviews copied to word, so I do read and cherish them even though I am terrible at answering them. Thank you so much. mikey

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