Renegade: End of Innocence

by: Tara (w/ MaryAnne)

A young man and three others watched as another associate spread a map out over a desk.

Someone suggested, “I think we should all get on together at the first stop and have Ace meet us right before the last stop.”

“We could but it’d be much easier to station each person at a different stop.” Another gestured toward the blonde beside him. “Have Ace waiting here for us.” He pointed to a spot on the map.

A ruddy faced man taunted. “Who said we want this to be easy. I thought you liked living dangerously.”

The crew leader gave them both a hard look. “Vinnie, shut up! The kid has a point. I think we should do it his way.”

Vinnie scowled but said nothing. Deuce continued going over the details for a moment before asking the youngest associate to repeat what he said.

The young man grinned wickedly. “You, me, Dirk and Vinnie will do the job and Ace is the wheelman.”

Deuce chuckled. “Alright boys, be back here in about an hour.” He picked the map up and folded it. He put it in his pocket as he followed the others out the door.

Forty Five minutes later a black sedan sped away from a street as the morning sun rose. Its occupants were the five men who had been in the meeting. The vehicle made its way through the morning traffic and within fifteen minutes, the driver had dropped everyone off at their appointed spot.

By the time 3 of the men got on the bus, the sedan was several blocks up, waiting. When the youngest of the hoodlums got on, the others rose from their seats and pointed their guns they had held inside of newspapers at the bewildered passengers.

Deuce announced that it was a robbery. The four thugs made their way from the back to the front of the bus in less than ten minutes. The young man ordered the driver to pull over when he saw the sedan a block up the street.

The bus jerked to a halt and the men made their exit out of the door while frightened passengers sighed at their escape. They ran, as the wail of police sirens got closer.

The driver tried to make a hasty getaway but to no avail.

The blonde Ace, the ruddy faced man Vinnie, and the other gentleman Dirk were captured while the youngest one got away with Deuce. They made it back to their Boss’s office. They gave their share of the haul to him along with the news of the others being arrested. He ordered Deuce to go bail the others out, and then excused the young man. He picked up the phone after a few minutes of silent thinking.

Later that evening a silver 1985 sports car rolled down a neon lit business district street and pulled to a stop at a curb. The shiny paint job contrasted with the dark buildings and dark pavement, and the neon signs shined off the windshield and off the chrome on the hubcaps. A few people passed the car, some giving it a curious look, others simply ignoring it. All kinds of cars came to this side of town when the sun went down.

A blonde and a brunette emerged from the car and walked with purpose up the street. They didn’t look like the working girls the neighborhood was known for and they didn’t appear to be there to be seeking such employment either. The brunette looked around with an air of indifference about her as she walked with her companion. If given a choice, she would gladly turn around and get out of this neighborhood.

But she couldn’t. They were here on an assignment of some kind. Work was work and the brunette knew that sometimes one could not be selective of the work they wanted, especially in the field that she and her blonde companion were in. You took basically whatever came your way, because you needed a paycheck to buy groceries.

The brunette followed the blonde to the front door of a little dive with a puzzling name. She looked up at the bright neon that announced the name of the location. The Jigsaw. They stepped inside and immediately found themselves in a dark bar, smokey, neon accented and crowded with people and noise. Music played from the jukebox, poker chips clicked, beer bottles clattered and rowdy laughter rose above it all. The two women walked towards the bar, the blonde oblivious to the scenery, the brunette trying not to look at it all like a tourist.

The burly bartender regarded the two as they approached. His eyes settled on the blonde, a hint of recognition in his eyes, but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure.

“Can I get you something?”

The blonde ran a hand through shoulder length hair while making eye contact with the bartender who stared at her. “I have a meeting with The Don— name’s Auna.”

“Ah…one moment please.” He picked up the business type phone that sat on a ledge under the counter top. He pressed a button. “Broad named Auna here to see you,” He paused. “Yes, sir. I’ll send her back.” He hung up the phone and gestured towards the brunette woman. “Your friend will have to stay here.”

Auna smiled. “She’s my associate.”

The bartender pursued his lips for a moment.

“C’mon, The Don hates to be kept waiting.” Auna said and pulled her associate away from the counter.

The bartender went back to his work, while the two women headed towards the office.

“Just stay quiet unless you are asked something,” The blonde commanded softly before opening the door.

A dark haired man in a suit sat in a chair behind a large wooden desk.

The office was about as dark as the rest of the establishment, save for a few lights on the side of the room and one on the desk. The Don’s hand rested on the desktop and the light shined off the large diamond ring he wore, the symbol of his title as the highest ranking member of the Syndicate. His suit was expensive, as was his taste in cars, liquor and women. Johnny Mancini was the epitome of being a Syndicate Don. He was cold, ruthless and unforgiving. Very rarely did one get a second chance if they messed up and if an associate’s loyalty was ever doubted, Mancini had all but trademarked ways to make sure that loyalty was absolute. There was an option to not being loyal. That option was death.

Family favors were held in high regard as well. Since his cousin owed him a favor, he decided it was time to cash in. He needed to make sure an associate’s loyalty was as absolute as he needed it to be. He had big plans…

He cast a glance at the brunette before settling his eyes on the blonde. “You know the rules Auna, no new people in the office.”

“You have your associates and I have mine.”

The voices of two men sparring off interrupted them.

“You aren’t gonna have many friends around here!” the older of the two hissed as they came into the office.

“Yeah, well I don’t need many!” the younger one retorted with a confidant smirk.

“Boys, I have company,” the Don ordered. “I’ll talk to you when I’m done. Now get out.”

The two men glanced at the two women and then obeyed the Don, and stepped back into the hall.

Auna couldn’t resist a snide comment towards her cousin after the door closed. “I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

Dark eyes flashed in her direction. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that disrespectful remark-” He adjusted himself in his chair and removed a manila folder from one of the side drawers of the desk. “I need you to check on one of my associates. I’d have my own boys do it…”

Auna interrupted. “But that wouldn’t work because some of ‘em go by the laws of the lawless.”

The Don’s dark eyes held little amusement. “It wouldn’t work because of internal reasons, dear cousin. As well as they are not in the business that you are.” The dark eyes rested on the one person who hadn’t spoken yet. “Would you care to introduce me to your associate?”

“Her name is Danielle.” Auna reached a slender hand up to tug on a lock of her friend’s long hair.

Danielle smiled more bravely than she felt. There was something about the place, the office, the man behind the desk…Danielle had the feeling that things weren’t quite on the up and up around here.

A brief smile appeared on the Don’s face as he continued looking her over. One did not get to be The Don of the Syndicate by making stupid judgments. He knew, also, that his cousin wouldn’t just pick anyone to be her associate but his suspicion of Danielle was only natural. After all, she was a stranger to him and bringing in people he didn’t know into his plans was enough to take pause.

Auna took her cousin’s silence as a bad sign. “We met in Charlotte…”

“Why are you speakin’ for her?” The Don inquired as he took a cigar from the pocket of his suit and leaned back in his chair. He lit the cigar, took a few puffs, and then turned his attention back to his cousin’s associate.

Danielle wasn’t sure how to address the man since she hadn’t really been introduced. She also figured the fewer words she spoke would be in her best interest. “I helped Auna solve the case she was working on, we’ve been associates ever since, sir.”

Auna smiled proudly when the Don’s dark eyes glanced at her. “You have nothing to worry about. She’s a natural at this just like your boys are at their jobs.”

“Perhaps,” Mancini said while he tipped ashes from the cigar into a glass ashtray that lay on the desk. He studied Danielle a moment longer. The brunette’s demeanor was of someone with a mix of city and country smarts. His cousin seemed very confident in Danielle’s abilities. But it was the innocence in her hazel eyes that clinched his decision about her.

“The younger man who was just in here is the one I want followed,” he said. “His name is Brian. Why I want him followed is none of your business, but everything he does I want to be made my business. There is a small advance for you in here.” He shoved a folder across the desk. “Along with a list of places he hangs out, the car he drives, things like that. I expect a daily report back to me.”

Auna reached for the folder. “Yes sir, Don Mancini.”

Danielle gulped now realizing actually who he was. “Yes sir, Don Mancini.”

“Despite your change of career, Auna, you understand that the honor code of the Syndicate applies now that you are doing this favor for me?”

“Of course. The Omerta will be adhered to by both of us.” Auna nudged Danielle, who nodded shyly.

“Very well then,” He gave them an amused look and then crushed the cigar out in the astray. “You’re excused.”

They nodded respectively and made a quick exit out of the office almost bumping into the two gentlemen waiting in the hall.

Danielle’s head was spinning. Don?? Don Mancini??? What in the world have we gotten into? And what the heck is The Omerta??? Too scared to ask these questions to Auna just yet, Danielle was silent as the silver vehicle pulled away from the curb. Auna made a stop at a store and Danielle stayed outside in the car, the questions still burning in her mind. Auna returned with a bag full of items and they drove to the motel across the street.

Danielle watched Auna pull the purchases from the bag curiously after they had settled in the room. She frowned when she saw two items. “What is that for?”

Auna looked at her. “Don’t play stupid…he seen both of us.”

“So? Now I gotta change my hair?? No way… I am not dying my hair blonde or cutting it.” Danielle swept her long brown hair up and then let it fall.

Auna chuckled and picked the box of hair dye up. “It’ll wash out in 2 to 3 weeks. Trust me Danielle, if your caught all you have say is you’re me. No one in their right mind would kill a Syndicate Don or his family members unless they have a death wish.”

“Thanks a lot, that makes me feel so much better about what we’re doing,” Danielle took the box from her boss and looked at it. “That reminds me… what’s the Omerta?”

Auna looked at Danielle seriously. “That’s the law of silence. In other words, we may see some things that we shouldn’t see, therefore we can never repeat anything that happens while we’re watching Brian.”

“Great.” Danielle gently shook the box. Auna did have a point about being seen already by this Brian fella. And since Auna apparently knew these people, and Danielle did not, she figured she better do as her boss said to.

“Alright, but it’s not gonna look very good.”

Auna laughed. “It’ll be fine. Now hurry up.”

Danielle walked over to the bathroom and shut the door. This assignment was turning out to be a little more than she wanted to deal with. A dingy part of Atlanta, a Syndicate Don, “the law of silence”…. all we need now is for Vito Corleone to show up!
Danielle looked in the mirror about 30 minutes later. She wrinkled her nose at the blonde image that stared back. I don’t really look like my self, yet I do. This color is bad.

Auna was studying the contents of the folder when Danielle came back. She commented without even a glance at her associate. “I told ya, it’d be fine.”

“Yeah…” Danielle turned her eyes up and blew a wisp of blonde hair off her forehead. “Now tell me what is really going on. You never mentioned you were related to a, uhhh businessman like your cousin.” Danielle took a seat at the small table where her boss sat.

Auna shoved the folder towards her. “The reason we’re here is I owe my cousin a favor and its time to pay him back.”

Danielle nodded and began looking the papers over while Auna went to the bathroom. Interesting… Seems pretty normal from this list of places he hangs out– is there anything this guy hasn’t done? Ok I guess a few things unless they’re missing from this police record! Oh Auna, what have you gotten us into? She had just finished looking through the folder when Auna came out of the bathroom.

“In the morning I’ll show you around the area. Then in the afternoon we’ll start following this guy. It seems more complicated than it is.” Auna pulled the covers off one of the beds and laid down.

Danielle closed the folder up and crawled under the covers on the other bed. She tossed and turned half the night wondering if there was any chance of getting out of this. She wouldn’t have minded it so much if it wasn’t so darn close to home.

The next morning Danielle woke up to the sound of laughter. Hesitantly she peeked over to see the blonde leaning against the door and a guy standing outside it. “Auna, would ya mind closin’ the door.” Danielle hurried over to the bathroom after grabbing a backpack.

She could hear the two of them talking after she freshened up and changed her clothes.

“I saw you walkin’ out of the store last night but I figured I’d better wait till you and your friend had a chance to settle in before I stopped by.”

“Well that was awful nice of you, Vinnie– She’s actually my associate.”

“Oh, I see…” He studied Auna for a moment. “So what’s the Don got you here for?”

Auna smiled. “If the Don wanted you to know, Vinnie, I’m sure he’d brief you on it.”

Vinnie chuckled. “The Don has little use for PI’s, even if one is his cousin. He’s got you here for something important, I’m sure.”

“I’m merely paying up on a favor I owe him, that’s all.”

“Favors are not spent cheaply.”

Auna paused. She decided that telling Vinnie didn’t make any difference. Truth be told, he may be able to supply some information. “He wants us to watch somebody named Brian for a little while.”

Vinnie let out a disgusted sigh. “Brian…”

“Know ’em?”

“Yeah, I know ’em. Little punk.”

Auna found this reaction surprising. She was about to press Vinnie some more when Danielle approached.

Vinnie shot a glance at her and then looked at Auna. “I probably should get going.”

“Danielle, I’d like you to meet Vinnie. He’s another of my cousin’s associates.” Auna paused as they exchanged hellos. “I got the basic information on him but anythin’ you wanna tell me, will be kept between us.”

“How much do I get?” Vinnie smiled.

“I don’t know what the Don’ll give ya for taking a side job.”

“I was just kiddin’. I’m not stupid like the kid.”

Danielle had an instant dislike of the ruddy faced man. “He’s gotta be pretty smart to work for your boss.”

“Yeah, he was promoted from being a wheelman not long ago– the Don has taken a real likin’ to this kid, letting him rise up the ranks so fast.” Vinnie answered bitterly.

Auna rolled her eyes. “My cousin wouldn’t promote anyone who didn’t deserve it. I think for that, you should treat us out to breakfast.”

Vinnie thought for a moment. The Don promoted Brian because he felt Brian deserved to be…but he also hired Auna to follow Brian for a spell. Vinnie wondered what the Don was planning. Was the Don having Brian followed in order to ensure that the promotion was secure…or was the Don buying Brian’s confidence? Something was up…and somehow, Vinnie had to find out what.

He smiled at Auna. “Sure, it’d be my pleasure. There’s a little café you might like not far from here.”

Auna agreed. “Sounds good.”

Danielle asked. “Could you just bring me back something?”

“No.”

Danielle was relieved when the breakfast was over. All Vinnie had done was complain about the other fella. He seemed outright jealous of him. So far she was trying to keep an open mind about this case. But the thought of being paid by one criminal to spy on another bothered her. The morning turned to afternoon all too quickly after an extensive tour of the area. They went back to the motel around dinnertime after stopping to give the Don a report, Auna checked over their supplies

Binoculars, lock pick kit, magnifying glass, camera with extra film and batteries, hand held tape recorder with extra tapes, small notebook and pen, and a few other items that all fit in a small purse type camera bag.

An hour later, Danielle was looking through the binoculars into the window of a pizza shop. She could see the dark haired one and his blonde companion talkin’ to a fella. She laid the binoculars next to her on the car seat.

Auna quickly grabbed them. “It won’t be done until they take the money to my cousin. The premium paid guarantees that the store won’t have any trouble. It’s very simple as long as the client pays.”

“And if they don’t?”

Auna handed her the binoculars. Danielle raised them and her jaw dropped after a peek back inside. The associates of the Don were roughin’ the storeowner up.

Danielle dropped the binoculars back to the seat as the two enforcers strolled from the store several minutes later and headed for a black sedan. Brian slipped in the driver’s side. The blonde got in the passenger side. Within seconds the automobile roared away from the side of the street.

Auna followed the monstrous vehicle until it pulled to a stop in front of the Jigsaw. Brian and his companion were already inside by the time Auna had turned down an alley and pulled her car to a stop on the other side of the street and got out. Danielle followed her across the street. They ducked in the doorway of a building as the two men came out. The sedan’s engine sprung to life and it took off.

Danielle made it back to the sports car first. Instinctively she slid through the driver’s side window that was open like she use to on her cousin’s stockcar. Auna shut the passenger side door as it took off. Danielle almost lost him but managed to keep up until Auna said to call it a night, they’d pick up the trail in the morning.

After watching the young criminal for a few days, Danielle hit upon a realization she hadn’t thought of. In a way their jobs were the same… to follow assignments given by someone else. That’s where it ended. She could say no to Auna if she really wanted too but he couldn’t say no to Don Mancini.

Another similarity she noticed was the young man held the Syndicate as a place to belong, a place that accepted him, and except for the few jerks, the Syndicate liked him. She understood that– but helping Auna with this case had gotten her thinkin’ about life in general and everythin’ else.

* * *

“Danielle, you sure you’re alright going solo for the rest of the day?” Auna asked, watching her associate load the camera with another roll of film.

“I’ll be fine.” Danielle smiled. She grabbed her bag off the bed and walked over towards the door.

“Come back and get me if you need too.”

“I will.” Danielle paused after opening the door and saw Vinnie standing there. “Hi.” She muttered half under her breath. He nodded and walked past her. She leaned against the door for a second debating whether to stay or not.

“Bye, Danielle.” Auna called as the door slammed shut.

“I heard something about Brian you might be interested in.”

Auna looked up from her paperwork to Vinnie. “What is it?”

“There’s talk Brian is interested in taking your cousin’s place.”

“You probably just heard wrong or somethin’– he was probably just jokin’.”

Vinnie chuckled. “I don’t think he was.”

Auna stared at him for a moment and then asked quietly. “You and the others got anything planned?”

Vinnie smiled. “You know we can’t do anything like that without the Don’s approval.”

Auna pursed her lips. “Does he have any non Syndicate enemies who might take a job?”

“He does,” Vinnie snickered. “But maybe your associate would do it, she don’t seem to like it here to much.”

Auna rose from her seat with a protective look in her eyes.

Vinnie took a step back. “Sorry– Maybe you got some connections you could use?”

Auna went over and picked the phone up. There was a moment’s pause before she spoke, “Hi, can you let you know who know I’d like to set up a meeting with him.” She was quiet as she grabbed a pen and notepad. She scribbled some stuff down. “Yeah, that’ll work. Thanks. Bye.”

Auna hung the phone up, after tearing the first sheet off, she wrote another note and threw the notepad on the table. She headed toward the door. “Let’s go.”

Vinnie smiled and followed her outside.

During the time Auna and Vinnie were gone, Danielle had followed the young criminal around. After losing her sunglasses somewhere, she stopped off at a drug store in hopes of finding another pair. She frowned when she came out and took a glance at Auna’s car. Its normal shine was dull. She smiled remembering there was a car wash a couple of miles away. It would to be better to lose Brian for awhile, than to let Auna see the car like this.

A black Chevy pulled out of the spot next to the one the silver car was in just as she finished towel drying the front windshield. She hadn’t noticed it when she pulled it. There was no mistaken who it belonged too. While the driver got out and looked the car over, Danielle quietly opened her door and got in. She threw the towel over the seat and grabbed her camera.

She got some pictures before the driver got back in and took off. She waited a few seconds before she followed. When she seen him turn on the street where the Don’s office was, she thought about following him there but something told her not too. So she continued on the street.

Brian was almost finished with his beer several minutes later when the crew leader approached him.

“It’s meetin’ time.” Deuce said quietly and walked towards the back.

Brian gulped the rest of his beer down and followed the senior hitman inside the small dimly lit room.

Vinnie, Dirk and Ace were already seated around a table. Brian took a seat next to Ace across from Vinnie and Dirk. A map was already laid out.

“Alright boys, a delivery truck has some stuff we need to make our lives a little easier.” Deuce’s dark eyes gleamed. “Now then which route should we take?”

They all studied it. Vinnie was the first to suggest. He picked up a pencil from the table. “Well I think this would be a good way to go.” He traced a route out.

Brian shook his head. “Too dangerous. We leave ourselves boxed in if we try to come from the side street. It’d be much easier to go this way, go in straight through the alley and out the other side.” He drew an imaginary line on the map.

Vinnie glared at the young man. “Hey, Deuce, why don’t you just let Brian plan the whole thing seein’ he’s so smart.”

Deuce gave Vinnie a hard look. “Brian has a point. I think we should do it his way.”

“I’m only suggesting a way so we don’t all get our heads and asses blown off is all,” Brian retorted. “You’re more than welcome to try and take the whole truck for yourself.”

“You little sh—”

Deuce slammed his hand on the table. “Both of you shut up! We’re going the route Brian suggested because we have a better chance of making it all move swiftly. I get any more trouble outta you, Vinnie, I’m dumping you from this operation. Understand?”

Vinnie gave a curt nod and said nothing. Brian couldn’t help the feeling of deja vu’. Vinnie had protested about the route to take when they robbed the bus, now he was protesting this. It thoroughly annoyed the young criminal.

Deuce continued going over the details of what time they would leave, who was to drive, how long it would take etc. He ended with a reminder for Brian. “I don’t wanna have to tell the Don that we screwed up because you weren’t listenin’. He’s got big plans for you.”

Dark eyes flashed. “We met tomorrow night at 7pm. Ace is the driver, while you, me and Vinnie will have only 10 minutes to unload the shipment and get the hell out of Dodge after Dirk shows up a few minutes later.”

“Don’t be late tomorrow.” Deuce warned as they all headed out of the room and back into the bar area.

Meanwhile, Danielle had returned to the motel. After finding Auna’s note, she grabbed her bag and another one. Within a few minutes the motel bathroom had been turned into a dark room. Satisfied with the photo images she processed some time later. She cleaned everything up and took the photos out to the table.

She sat down and began compiling notes for yet another report while listening to the radio. She stopped and stared at one photo she had captured of him smiling at his car. He was an incredible wheelman. She believed he was a pretty likeable person once you got past his Syndicate association from what she had observed. If he could just get away from this… Danielle was startled from her thoughts by her boss.

“Put that away. You’re coming with us.” Auna shoved the pile of photos in the folder.

Danielle was hesitant after seeing Vinnie behind Auna. “Y’all go ahead. I really don’t feel like going out.”

“Something go wrong today?”

“No, I just don’t want to go out. I lost my sunglasses and you know how I get them headaches.”

“I’m not taking any excuses. Tomorrow afternoon we give our final report and head back to Charlotte. I’d think you’d want your last night in here to be fun.” Auna smiled.

Danielle sighed. “Ok, give me a few minutes to change.”

Danielle wasn’t sure why she grabbed the folder and notebook off the table but she did. Something about the two guys with Vinnie made her leery. She grabbed her backpack off the floor and headed to the bathroom. She quickly changed, stuffed the folder and notebook in the secret compartment and left it in the bathroom under a blanket.

She wiped her face with a wet cloth and frowned at the blonde image that stared back at her in the mirror. After two and half weeks, Danielle still couldn’t get used to the look. She was still who she was…but it didn’t seem like it. And the color was still bad. She tried to smile cheerfully when she rejoined Auna and the fellas.

“Very nice.” Auna said.

“It’ll be ok– won’t it?” Danielle looked down at her outfit that did make her feel a little at home and more like herself. She grabbed the camera bag off the table.

Vinnie commented as they all walked toward the door. “You’ll fit in where we’re going.”

Auna insisted on driving her car once they were outside. The three guys seemed to have no problem with that. Danielle had a feeling they were humoring her boss for the sake of the Don. Danielle was surprised when they pulled up to a bowling alley; it was definitely not the type of place she figured Vinnie and his acquaintances would visit. It was about the same size and set up as a small tavern but where there would be a dance floor and booths, there was lanes and tables instead.

After being there for a while, Danielle had to admit she was glad she tagged along. She was stepping toward the table with a tray of drinks they had ordered when she saw Brian walk in. She had gotten the impression the blonde named Ace was one of the few friends the young man had after watching them.

“I got something for y’all but forgot my own drink.” Danielle said, after sitting the tray down. She didn’t think anyone else had seen Brian.

“You can have mine, I’ll go get another.” Auna offered.

“You got a beer and I’m in the mood for soda.” Danielle smiled and made her way up to the bar and boldly sat just a few seats from her assignment and the other guy. While she waited for her drink, she heard…

“C’mon, man…relax, you’re gonna be fine. Your job’s easy,” the blonde was saying.

Brian gave Ace a look. “Easy compared to what? All you gotta do is sit in the car and drive our little asses outta there when it’s over.”

“The Don wouldn’t send you if he didn’t think you could do it.”

“Try tellin’ that to Vinnie.” Brian took a sip of his beer. “Vinnie’s got some issue with me, man.”

Ace laughed. “It’s because the Don don’t care too much for Vinnie. But the Don likes you, Brian. To be honest, I think Vinnie ended up on the wrong side after them hicks busted up Don Tyler’s operation.”

Brian looked at Ace. Was the blonde hitman suggesting Vinnie had a misplaced loyalty?

“Everybody knows Vinnie was right up there in the ranks with Tyler…” Ace continued. “But when everything blew apart, man…Vinnie missed the boat. I’m willin’ to bet ol’ Frankie sees Vinnie as a traitor, as he more than likely sees all of us that went with Mancini. Given a choice, I think Vinnie would want to go back, but he knows he wouldn’t be welcome. He’s loyal to Mancini enough to forge his own destiny. The only person Vinnie is truly loyal to, however…is Vinnie.”

Brian smirked. “You’re pretty smart for a hitman.”

Ace laughed. “Hey, I’ve been at this a long time. I’ve learned a few things on the way. I’ll even give you some advice if you’re interested.”

“Go ahead.”

“Don’t worry about Vinnie. The Don likes you because you work hard and you’re dedicated. Vinnie on the other hand, I think has lost some of his dedication, ya know? I think the Don knows this…and I’m pretty sure that Vinnie’s gonna self destruct at some point. Just keep doin’ what your doin’…you’ll be fine.”

Brian chuckled to himself and took a sip of his beer. His dark eyes narrowed seeing a couple of local infamous gang members walk in the front door. He gestured towards them. “Look over there.” Ace turned to look.

The small group of hoodlums looked around the place with smirks. A quick glance around and Ace had made eye contact with other Syndicate associates. Spines stiffened, enforcers cautiously removed weapons and not an eye blinked.

“What the hell they doin’ here?” Brian whispered. Every Syndicate member recognized the threesome from a local gang of punks that liked to brag about their connections to the Charlotte Syndicate. Once it was fairly big deal…the Don in Charlotte wanted what Frankie Tyler had…but after Tyler was sent packing a couple years back, Charlotte lost interest in what Atlanta had to offer. Brian wondered if now there was renewed interest for some reason.

“I would venture a guess that they’re just visitin’…but they should know better than to be in this neighborhood…” Ace said.

Brian tapped Ace on the sleeve. “C’mon…” He slid off his bar stool and walked with Ace towards the front door. Vinnie slowly stepped out from the shadows and watched as Brian and Ace went up to the three.

“You gentlemen lost?” Ace asked.

“Hardly,” came the reply. “We’ve come with a message for Don Mancini and the Atlanta Syndicate.”

“Well, you can tell us. We’ll pass it along.”

One of the men, apparently the leader of at least this threesome smiled. “That won’t be necessary. Don Mancini’ll hear it no matter where he is…”

Suddenly the front window exploded inward, sending glass and wood fragments flying everywhere. Syndicate members and patrons alike scrambled out of the way of the debris, people screamed and ran towards the back of the place where there was nothing but a brick wall. The three gang members whipped out their weapons.

Brian and Ace knew they were the first line of defense. Both hitmen lunged towards a hoodlum and pushed them back into the third, sending all three back out onto the street. Ace and Brian managed to unarm their opponents and an old fashioned street fight was soon underway.

The rest of the gang had been stationed outside and saw the fight ensue. They ran up to help their comrades.

Inside, the bartender jumped the counter to go help Brian and Ace. He was joined by a few of the other Syndicate boys and they charged out of the door.

Danielle was completely taken by surprise at what had just taken place. After the bartender jumped the bar, she looked across the room and spotted a side exit. She hurried over after seeing no one had been injured.

Auna meanwhile, had seen Danielle make a beeline across the floor. She almost went out after her when she noticed Vinnie standing by the doorway. Deuce suddenly came up and was demanding for Vinnie to come and help out.

“Eh, Brian will take care of it.”

Deuce was not impressed. He grabbed Vinnie by the jacket and pulled the hitman towards the door.

Vinnie snorted. “I’m sure the kid is fine. You know he thinks he can take on the world.”

Deuce growled. “We’ve got a damn attack on Syndicate turf goin’ on here and you’re in here grinning. Get your ass out there now!”

He forcefully shoved Vinnie out the front door.

Brian, Ace and the rest of the Atlanta crew meanwhile were cleaning house. The fight shifted out of the street to an alley. Deuce and Vinnie joined in as the fight spilled back into the street. Two cars pulled up a couple of blocks down by a small park that seemed like it was the boundary line of the neon lit business and residential areas, headlights stayed on, engines were left running as more gang members emerged from the vehicles and rushed up as the fight made it that way. The blazing light was just enough for Auna to see Danielle standing in the shadow of a tree. She was almost there when Syndicate sedans showed up.

Danielle almost dropped the camera in her hand when someone stepped beside her.

“You alright?”

“Yeah– This is another one of them code things ain’t it?”

Auna smiled. “Yeah but you tell me what it is.”

Danielle smiled. “A turf war. It’s a way of showing your loyalty to the Don. And if you win, you get bragging rights.”

Meanwhile, Brian reeled upon receiving a right cross to the jaw that sent him staggering back, almost tumbling over an oversized reciprocal. He took a moment to collect himself and then looked at Vinnie, who was just standing there. “Whose goddamn side are you on?”

Vinnie’s comment was muffled as a shove from behind sent him head first into the trash bin. Brian started to step over to help him up, instead he ran over to tackle the gang member who had pulled a knife on Deuce.

“You know he’s not the only fighting,” Auna scolded after observing Danielle’s stare remained fixed on the dark haired young man.

“Just got use to watching him is all.”

“You’re not a good liar.” Auna paused. Her stare remained towards the fight that was spilling back into the street. “There is no good in someone like him, or he wouldn’t be in the Syndicate. It’s that simple.”

Danielle ignored the comment and saw the gang start running after shots were fired. Some left on foot, others stumbled to their cars by call of their leader and soon they had all retreated.

Vinnie watched along with the others but inside he was angry that Brian hadn’t been hurt in some way. Hopefully tomorrow night would be Brian’s last if Vinnie had his way.

“Me and Ace’ll go let the Don know.” Brian announced as some of the associates stood in the street.

Vinnie shook his head as most of the other associates took off. “I’ll do it.”

Ace frowned, watching Vinnie step up close to Brian and they stared off. “Alright.
You just make sure you tell Don Mancini that it was Brian here that saw them boys.”
The blonde hitman stepped close and got in Vinnie’s face. “If I hear you told the Don anything else or lied to him about this…you’ll see what I do.”

Deuce laughed. “Don’t worry about him, Ace. I’ll tell the Don and put in a good word for the kid.”

Brian’s dark eyes shined for a moment at the unexpected praise from the top hitman as Vinnie slunk off. Did it mean maybe some of them were beginning to see him as less of a threat to their senior positions? Not that he cared but it would take some of the pressure off. He’d been happy being a wheelman. “Thank you, Deuce.”

Deuce held a gleam in his dark eyes before walking up the street. Brian and Ace took off in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile, Vinnie had caught up to Auna and Danielle who were getting in their car.
“Hey, why y’all leavin’ so soon? There are still plenty of places we could go.”

Auna looked at him. “Oh yeah? What’s your next brilliant plan?”

Danielle noticed Vinnie seemed uncomfortable with that question, especially in her presence. “Uhh…my next brilliant plan? Well, I was thinkin’ maybe we could go for coffee or something?” He gave Auna a hard look, basically telling her to shut up and that he needed to talk to her.

Danielle had also realized Vinnie wanted to talk to Auna. Things were starting to make sense now. She smiled and gestured up the street. “How about a little game of pool?”

Auna laughed. “Sure, led the way.”

Vinnie wasn’t laughing. Of all the times he wanted Danielle to say she wasn’t interested, she had to go and agree to go with them. Danielle took a step ahead of them and heard their hushed whispering.

“Not with her around…” Vinnie hissed. He finally got Auna to stay quiet and they arrived at the door of the pool hall, which turned out to be closed for the night.

“Bum deal,” Danielle said. “I was really looking forward to shooting some pool.”

“Well, there’s always next time,” Auna said.

Danielle nodded in agreement. “Yeah –I guess we can head back to the motel now.”

Vinnie thought frantically for a second. “I think I left my jacket there. Y’all wouldn’t mind me ridin’ with ya?”

“I won’t mind,” Danielle smiled sweetly and took his arm. “I’ve felt safer with you around.”

Vinnie let his guard down, his dark eyes looking into her hazel eyes. “Really? Here I thought you might like that little jerk.” Vinnie replied as the three of them got in the silver sports car.

Danielle brushed a strand of blonde bangs from her face. “Don’t be silly… for one he’s just an assignment and two he’s not my type!”

“Alright, I’ve heard enough.” Auna scolded with a smile. She was relieved her earlier impression that Danielle might have fallen for her assignment was wrong.

They arrived back at the motel a few minutes later. Danielle sat the camera bag on the table. “If y’all excuse me, I’m gonna go get ready for bed. I’m kinda tired.”

Auna requested. “Don’t use all the hot water.”

Danielle picked up her clothes bag and headed to the bathroom. She turned at the door. “Don’t worry I won’t.” She closed the bathroom door. She headed over to the shower and turned the cold water on. She went back to the door and listened…

“I was thinking of having the cops show up and Brian would be the only one who gets busted.”

“You know if my cousin finds out about tonight, we’re gonna be in big trouble.” Auna hissed.

“Who the hell is gonna tell him? I paid ‘em for two jobs. If Brian didn’t get hurt tonight…” Vinnie paused and made a slash line across his throat.

“I should’ve never made that call!”

“Well you did and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it now.”

“You wanna bet! I’m sure Johnny would love to hear all about this.” Auna said and reached for the phone.

Vinnie stepped up close to her. “If you don’t want to lose your associate, you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

Auna glared at him. “Anything happens to her and you’ll be the sorriest bastard on my cousin’s payroll. Get out now.”

Danielle listened to the door slam. She hurried over to the shower and turned the hot water on. By the time she was came out of the bathroom Auna was asleep. She walked over and pulled a blanket over the older blonde. She felt bad for Auna. Her thoughts went from the recent events to earlier in the evening when she had finished her report as she fell into a restless sleep.

* * *

Brian sat at the bar with the senior hitman late the next afternoon. “I’m tellin’ ya Deuce, some blonde chick has been followin’ me.”

Deuce laughed. He turned and looked towards other associates sitting farther down the row. “The kid here is worried about some chick followin’ him.”

“Awww, Boy Wonder has a secret admirer.” Ace teased good naturedly.

Dirk grinned wickedly. “If that was me, it’d be the other way around.”

Brian stood up, shoved his clenched fists in his jacket pockets and walked out. There wasn’t a damn thing he could about his fellow associates’ remarks inless he wanted to make more enemies than he already had. Besides it wouldn’t look good in front of the Don to be arguing over something so absurd. He was almost to his car when he seen two chicks walking into the establishment he just left.

The two women stood quietly waiting as the Don fidgeted with a few papers on the desk. “I’m sending Brian on a very important business matter tonight.”

“He’ll be fine, Don Mancini.”

The Don paused, Brian was the one he was counting on to be his top man someday. “Good.” He reached in the pocket of his suit and pulled two envelopes out. He laid them on the desk.

Auna picked one of them up and looked at the contents, then shoved the envelope in the waistband of her jeans.

The Don and Auna watched as Danielle stared at the envelope for a moment before she turned and walked out of the room.

“We had a really long day yesterday…you know how the hours can be,” Auna grabbed the envelope. “It was nice workin’ for ya.”

The Don just stared at her as she hurried out.

Auna searched the entire bar and then walked out and saw Danielle standing by the car.

“Danielle, are you alright?”

“I don’t know.”

“I can’t believe this…you became attracted to your assignment and now your gonna throw your career away for some criminal!”

“Not an attraction! I’m tired of spying on people and the things they do– You realize if the information we gathered fell in the wrong hands… Brian, your cousin and his whole dang organization would be in a lot of trouble.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“I can’t be a part of that!”

Auna stared at her. “If I didn’t think you could handle this, I wouldn’t have brought you with me.”

Danielle snapped. “Maybe if you had bothered to mention that you were related to a Syndicate Don, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Well lying to him only got you in it deeper,” Auna hissed. “Plus you committed a grievous error by not taking this.” She held the envelope out to her associate.

Danielle shoved it away. “I don’t want it.”

“You have to take it.”

“Why should I?”

Auna looked up to see her cousin in the doorway. Her voice was barely a whisper.
“If you don’t take this right now. Your name will end up on a contract that can never be canceled or rescinded.”

“The same thing is gonna happen if he finds out I lied to him, so does it really matter how my name ends up on some stupid piece of paper.” Danielle hissed with a half glance past Auna towards the doorway.

“Dammit, now isn’t the time to remember your ethics and morals. Stop being stubborn and take it!”

Danielle thought for a second before taking the envelope. She had been questioning herself the past few weeks on those very things. She put it in her jeans pocket and looked at Auna with a sweet smile for those watching.

Auna took a deep breath as the Don walked back inside.

“We goin’ back to the motel now?” Danielle asked.

Auna shook her head. “You are. I need to go talk to my cousin again.”

Danielle slipped in the driver’s side of the silver sports car. “You want me to wait?”

“No.” Auna watched the car speed away and then walked back inside the bar. She was a little nervous seeing the bartender motion for her to go to the back. The Don was waiting for her in the office.

“You done playing games, cousin?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, cousin. I just came back in to tell you good bye is all.” Auna looked at him innocently.

The Don slammed his fist on the desk. “I know you were responsible for those fellas showin’ up last night. I could’ve lost some of my best men if Brian hadn’t been so alert– Now where is your associate?”

“I sent her back to the motel. You don’t have to worry about her, I think she’s probably going to quit now.” Auna realized her slip up and stared at him while she thought about the code of honor briefly. She could tell her cousin about Vinnie’s involvement or Danielle lying but that wouldn’t get herself off the hook. “I’ve heard rumors that Vinnie is very jealous of Brian.”

The Don pursed his lips. There was always that problem in his organization. What bothered him was the fact it was a local gang with ties to where Auna had been sent to keep an eye on things that angered him. And the news that Auna’s associate might quit– His whole organization could be gone. He picked up a pen and began writing.

“Wait, I never told her who we were gonna be workin’ for.”

“Did you honestly think you would get away with this?”

“Cousin please, I’ll take any punishment you deem appropriate for my actions but don’t punish her.”

Johnny Mancini leaned back in his chair. He dropped the pen from his hand and replaced it with a cigar from a box on the desk. Auna remained silent as he sat there for a few minutes in private thought, taking hits from the cigar.

Even though she was family, he enjoyed the alarmed look on her face. She was obviously thinking of the many ways her young associate could be done in or harmed. He gestured for her to take the paper.

Auna inhaled sharply reading the punishment chosen for Danielle. She exhaled handing the paper back. “Johnny, I mean Cousin, we were family before you were the Don– C’mon I promise she’ll never say anything and I won’t either. Just give us a chance.”

The Don thought for a moment. Danielle had had nothing to do with Auna’s actions. His cousin had been trying to be loyal because Vinnie lied to her and up until now, Auna had been loyal. He crushed out the cigar and strummed his fingers on top of the desk.
“I’m gonna give you one chance seeing how you didn’t break the Omerta. As long as she doesn’t, this document never gets carried out. But if I ever find out either of you broke Omerta…You’ll both be punished.”

He picked up the two pieces of paper and folded them. “I want you in this office at 9am tomorrow.”

Auna nodded. “I’ll be here. You won’t be disappointed.”

“I better not be.”

* * *

Danielle felt the hand on her shoulder before she opened the motel door. A voice commanded. “Don’t turn around. I know you’ve been following me and I want to know why.”

Danielle hesitated, but didn’t turn around. “Client confidentiality–”

“Don’t give me that! You really think I’m in a position where I could cause any trouble legally? Gimmie a break…”

Danielle started to turn to him.

“I said don’t turn around.” His hand applied pressure to her shoulder, signaling clearly that he didn’t want her to turn around. “Why have you been following me?”

Danielle debated the implications of revealing her reasons to him. Thing was, he more than knew that distrust of him was high within his organization…and it was only reasonable that he would want to know why. But would knowing be the best thing for him? “Does it matter now? I’m not following you anymore…”

“But you were. And pretty well too. Everybody thinks I’m nuts because they don’t believe me when I say I got some crazy chick following me. They joke I’ve picked up a secret admirer…but you ain’t no admirer. No way… I’ve been around here long enough to know when I’m being followed by the law… or by one of my own kind. You ain’t quite the law… and you ain’t my kind. So I’m asking one last time. Why are you following me?”

“Because something’s wrong with your kind…” Danielle said softly. “To be honest…I think you’re in trouble. It’s not me you should be worried about. It’s them.”

The young man paused. His hand left her shoulder and he turned away from her, looking up the street in thought. It’s them…. His sense of distrust wasn’t him overreacting, after all. It was real. And somebody distrusted him so much they hired a PI to follow him!
Why not just shoot me in a dark alley for crying out loud?
He glanced back to the young PI. She still stood facing the door of the motel, like she was studying the engraved wood with keen interest, comparing it to a mental catalogue of other architecture that was through out the city of Atlanta and its historical value.

He walked back up to her and stepped close. He looked at her over her shoulder and Danielle felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She kept staring at the door.
“Do you have any idea…any idea what you got yourself involved in?” His voice had been cool through the whole conversation. It now was colder. To him, she was nothing more than a turncoat. A stoolie. She had followed him around and reported everything back to who? The Don? Deuce? All for what? Money?? “I bet you were paid a lot for your services…” he sneered.

“Just like you’re paid a lot for yours.” Danielle retorted. “I’ve seen what you do. You look like you’re having all kindsa fun doin’ it too…”

“I got my reasons–”

“And I had mine!” She spun around and faced him now, looking into his dark eyes, unflinching under his cold stare. “This PI has seen the last of her investigatin’ days! And you may be lookin’ at the last days of your glorious criminal career, mister! The Don’s suspicious of you. I don’t know why, but he is. He wanted you tailed…but you wanna know something? He doesn’t know everything you’ve been doing. I lied a few times. How’s that grab ya? I lied for you. I don’t even know you!”

Brian stared for a moment. Then started to reach in his jacket.

Danielle reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Oh no..no,no, I got more to say. Infact I gotta question for ya. Why the heck would the Don be suspicious of you, when I’m pretty damn suspicious of some of your “associates,” like Vinnie. He doesn’t just dislike you. He hates you, Brian! I’m willin’ to bet he wants to see you set up for a fall. He can’t take you out himself, but he can damn sure see to it that you get taken out.”

Brian whipped his gun out and pointed it at Danielle. “Git inside…”

Danielle held her gaze with the young hitman and reached behind her to open the door. “Sure…born in sin, come on in…” They stepped inside the motel room and closed the door.

“How do you know this?” Brian asked.

“In the process of followin’ you around, I picked up a few other tidbits.”

Brian paused in thought. “Your boss is a cousin to the Don. I can see what her angle is in all this, but what’s yours?”

“Unfortunately, I’m just along for the ride. Auna didn’t tell me just exactly who we were working for. I had no idea that Johnny Mancini was a Syndicate Don.”

“He ain’t the first. He won’t be the last.”

“Would you like to be the Don some day, Brian?”

Dark eyes flashed at the PI. Who was she to suggest his potential future path? “Find me somebody in the Syndicate that don’t wanna be the Don,” he replied. “Look, I’m as damn loyal as can be to Mancini. If I wasn’t, I’d be dead. You think I wanna go that route?”

“No.”

“So you understand why I’m a little upset about being followed? The Don gives me orders, I do ’em. I spot trouble, I do what I can to protect my associates and to protect the Don. I’m a damn good wheelman and a damn good shot. My loyalty is with Don Mancini…and based on what you’ve told me, it’s some other folks the Don should be worried about.”

“It’s other folks you should be worried about.”

“I ain’t worried about ’em. Vinnie don’t mean spit to me.”

“He will mean spit to you when he botches your job tonight.”

Brian paused and looked the bottle-blonde PI straight in the eyes. She wasn’t fooling either. Knowledge was power, and this young lady knew enough to be dangerous. She knew enough to tip the scales a bit. She knew what he had pretty much suspected but had denied to himself repeatedly. Vinnie wasn’t being a hardnose in order to keep Brian on his toes as a newly promoted enforcer. Vinnie was being a jerk because he was jealous. It was just like Ace had been talking about…Vinnie was loyal only to himself. He wanted more than anything to see Brian fall, and fall hard.

“Let’s suppose yer right…why tell me?”

“I don’t know,” Danielle brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her hazel eyes. “Well, maybe I do know but it’s too complicated to explain. Look, just be careful tonight Brian, ok? Vinnie’s got your number and he wants more than anything to pull it.” She eyed the gun Brian held in his hand.

Brian looked at it too, then slowly pocketed it. He decided the PI wasn’t all that much of a threat… right now. He had questions still.

“What’s Vinnie got planned, do you know?”

“He had a couple of ideas. The cops show up and you’d get busted while everyone else got away or havin’ those guys from last night show up…” She paused not wanting to say the rest.

Brian detected it. He saw it in her expression. “And…?”

Danielle turned toward the window behind her. She couldn’t face him. “They were suppose to hurt you last night… Now he wants you taken out.”

Although Danielle didn’t see it, Brian’s dark eyes darkened even more. “Well this is just great…I got a PI followin’ me, and now one of my associates wants me taken out. I don’t know which is worse…” He looked over at Danielle standing by the window. “He set up that gang to hit last night, and they got ties to Charlotte. And you’re from Charlotte…”

“Not exactly. It’s a long story I’m sure you wouldn’t care to hear,” Danielle turned back toward him. “Auna made the call to Charlotte to get the gang involved for him.”

Brian’s jaw literally dropped. “AUNA?? The Don’s own cousin??? What the–why the—oh man…” He shook his head, as the implications of things began to settle in. “This is not cool…you understand what I mean? This is NOT cool at all…”

“No it’s not. All I want is to get out of here—I told you everything I know.”

“Maybe so, but you can’t exactly walk away from all this that easy. The Don finds out what his cousin did, you can bet your life he’ll be looking to settle up with both of you. It’s one thing you’ve been following me…it’s a whole ‘nother ballgame when you take part in a double cross on the Don.”

“I had no idea until last night that Auna had done that. What was I suppose to do…tell the Don with Auna standing beside me earlier… Excuse me, Don Mancini…Vinnie is lookin’ to eliminate Brian. Auna made a call for him to able to make it possible.”

“Uh…” Brian paused in thought, these latest developments bothering him and he had to come to decision. He would probably regret it, but he reminded himself that beggars can’t be choosers…

“Bottom line is,” he continued. “you and I both are in trouble.” He looked at Danielle. “I’m going to assume you’re right about Vinnie’s plans, and I’m gonna be watchin’ my back. Maybe I can return the favor to you…if it deserves to be returned. Meantime, if I was you, I would be keeping an eye on your partner and watching your own back.”

“I will– Maybe she won’t bother to look for me if I leave before she gets here.” Danielle wished out loud.

“Yes she will,” Brian said evenly. “Although, I suppose if she didn’t…the Don would. You can run, but you can’t hide…”

Danielle nodded. “I know–but if I don’t break that code of silence thing…the Omerta, won’t that get me some leeway with your boss? If not I might as well just go find them so they can do what ever they are going to do to me.”

“Do you have any idea what they could do to you??” Brian exclaimed. “It won’t be twenty lashes with a wet noodle! They’ll probably put a contract out on you. It won’t matter if you keep your mouth shut— You even know what a Contract is??”

“It’s a piece of paper that condemns someone to death under orders from the Don. So why wait around for it.” She turned and reached for the door. “Good luck, Brian.”

Brian grabbed her arm. “Hold it,” He paused. What was he doing? He had his own ass to worry about, why was he concerned about hers? He looked at her eyes, saw that she truly didn’t care at this point and he let go of her arm, realizing there wasn’t anything he could do. “You need the luck more than I do I’m afraid…”

“You think I can’t handle myself, why back home in–” Danielle stopped herself. She had almost slipped up. “Would you please leave.” She said and hurried past him to the bathroom.

Brian looked at the door for a moment. He was reasonably sure the young lady could handle herself. But that didn’t mean much against a Syndicate Contract. He closed his mind to it and walked out of the motel.

Danielle waited a few seconds after the door shut, before she walked back and seen Auna’s notebook on the table. She opened it and quickly read through it, the last few entries brought tears to her eyes.

Danielle slammed the book shut and grabbed a lighter off the table. She strolled angrily back to the bathroom, remembering what she had told Auna earlier. She opened the window with her other hand, then placed the notebook in the sink.

The burning represented the end of innocence.

When it was done, she grabbed her backpack from under the blanket, walked out to the other room where she left a note for Auna on the table and strolled out to the silver sports car. Auna missed seeing Danielle leave when she walked up a few minutes later.

Meanwhile, a dark colored sedan pulled away from the Jigsaw.

Deuce was irate. “I told you not to be late, you better hope nothin’ goes wrong or I’m gonna personally make your life a livin’ hell.”

Vinnie shrugged in the backseat. “I had an emergency.”

Brian facing forward in the front seat rolled his eyes. I bet you did, you sorry bastard.

Deuce continued the tirade. “An emergency? Huh, you don’t know an emergency until you’re in hot water with me.”

Vinnie smiled. “It won’t happen again.”

Ace pulled the car to a stop behind a dumpster in back of the weapons store. The four men cautiously surveyed their surroundings and waited for the truck to arrive. Deuce looked at his watch. “We got about two minutes, Brian.”

Brian nodded and stepped out of the car. He walked over to the dumpster and peered around it, in the direction where the delivery truck would be coming. He held a hand back to the three in the car, waiting to give them the signal. He turned his head to look down the other direction of the alley and narrowed his eyes at seeing a car come to a stop at the entrance to the alley. He looked back to where the truck was supposed to be, saw it was still clear and then looked back towards the entrance to the alley again.

The car was still there.

Something was wrong. Dirk wasn’t supposed to be any where near the weapons store for at least 10, maybe 15 minutes at the most. Their information was full proof. The only people who knew about it was the Don, Deuce, Dirk, Ace, himself and…

Vinnie.

The PI chick had warned him. Damn, there was no telling what was going to happen now. He made eye contact with Deuce and nodded in the direction of the unexpected car.

“I think we got trouble, Deuce,” he said.

The senior hitman got out of the car and looked. “Who the hell is that?” he hissed. He looked at the other end of the alley. The truck was arriving.

“Can’t be Dirk, he’s too damn early…” Brian hissed in return. He looked to Deuce for guidance. What the hell do we do now???

Deuce looked at the delivery truck and watched as the two workmen got out and headed to the backside of the truck. He nodded to Brian and then gestured for the young hitman to get back into the car.

“Hit it, Ace!”

Ace brought the car out from behind the dumpster, cut around the side of the truck and quickly came to a stop. Deuce, Brian and Vinnie jumped out with weapons drawn and immediately went to work.

The two deliverymen were taken by surprise at the gun barrels pointing in their faces. One tried to fight back but having chose to try to attack Vinnie, was rewarded with a hard hit in the head from the butt of Vinnie’s gun.

Brian held his opponent at bay. Deuce, meanwhile, shot off the lock on the back of the truck and quickly threw the door open.

It was a goldmine. Guns of all different sizes and models were packed into the truck. Deuce smiled at Brian, who nodded anxiously.

Vinnie opened up the trunk of the car and paused to look back down the alley. The other car had begun to quietly creep in. Vinnie stood just enough so that Ace couldn’t see out the side mirror and back down the alley.

Deuce started grabbing boxes and hauled them to the trunk of the sedan. Vinnie tried to appear helpful and grabbed a box as well, trying to keep in time with passing Deuce to and from the trunk of the car. Keeping the mirror pretty well blocked.

Ace watched his associates and kept one foot on the brake, the other hovering over the accelerator. Hurry up…hurry up…

Brian kept one eye on his opponent, the other on Deuce and Vinnie. Another set of boxes was loaded into the car. As Brian turned his eyes back to the other delivery man, he glanced up the alley and saw the car had moved.

“Deuce! I think we got trouble, man!” Brian hissed. Deuce stopped what he was doing and looked too.

“Oh sh–” Before he could finish his explicative, machine gun fire exploded in the alley. Tires squealed from the other car and Deuce and Vinnie ducked and jumped back into their car. The second deliveryman took a swing at Brian.

“Brian! Come on!!”

Brian blocked the swing and then swung back with a punch square to the man’s jaw, sending him flying back on his butt. The young hitman then leapt towards the car and dove into the backseat. Ace slammed the accelerator, leaving a trail of black marks on the pavement.

The second car leapt to life and followed the Syndicate car out of the alley and onto the street.

“Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN!!!” Deuce exclaimed looking back at the car that pursued them. “Who in the hell are those fellas?!”

Ace swung the sedan onto a side street, sliding through the turn as he did so. The other vehicle followed. Gunfire trailed after them.

“And us with a trunk full of ammunition,” Brian muttered. “One shot…one shot, man that’s all they’re gonna need.”

“Then we bail,” Deuce said. “Ace, find a place to dump us and keep driving as long as you can, man.”

Ace nodded. He pushed the sedan for all it had. Deuce and Brian proceeded to return fire to the other car, hoping maybe to knock them off their tail, or at least slow them up.

Vinnie was furious. This wasn’t going at all the way he wanted it to! Damn those fellas. Damn Brian! Dammit all to hell!

“We bail one at a time,” Deuce ordered. “If they stop for ya, keep running, no matter what. We’ll meet back at the Jigsaw.” He nodded to Brian to go first.

Brian nodded and watched the scenery as it zoomed by.

“Awright,” Ace said. “I’m droppin’ ya here.”

“Cover ’em, Vinnie!” Deuce shouted and leaned out the window to aim back at the other car.

Brian pushed open the other back door and saw the spinning pavement. He paused a moment.

“Go Brian! GO!”

The back window of the sedan suddenly burst. Brian jumped out of the car and hit the pavement. Gunfire echoed around him, bullets pinged against the pavement. He kept rolling and got to his feet long enough to lunge behind a car. Before he was kissing pavement again, he glanced up as the two cars went speeding by and saw Vinnie fire one shot and hit the fender of the car Brian had sought shelter behind.

The two cars soon disappeared down another turn, leaving the young hitman alone, bruised and out of breath. And mad…

Once Ace had dropped Vinnie and Deuce, and saw the car was still in pursuit of him, he eventually bailed. The occupants of the other car unloaded their ammunition onto the trunk of the Syndicate sedan and destroyed all that was supposed to have made their lives easier…

When everybody made it back to the Jigsaw later that night, the news was immediately given to the Don. Mancini was furious. He excused Ace, Brian and Deuce after they made their reports to him. He asked for Vinnie to remain.

“Vinnie…I want you to be in this office tomorrow morning at 9. Don’t be late.”

The next morning Johnny Mancini unfolded two pieces of paper and laid them on his desk, it was time to start taking care of business…

He looked at Auna and Vinnie with a cold stare, then looked down at the papers. It wasn’t like Danielle was the first in her family to have a contract on her. She’d just be the first one to be taken care of. “I want you to bring Danielle to me, so she can face her punishment with both of you. And in case you screw up…” He paused as the door opened, Deuce and Dirk appeared. “These two will be followin’ you.”

Ace saw Deuce and Dirk as they were walking out. “Where you fellas headin’?”

Dirk smirked. “The Don is on the warpath if you must know. We gotta follow his cousin and Vinnie to make sure they bring back her associate.” He pointed toward Auna and Vinnie walking out the door.

Ace watched Deuce and Dirk leave, then walked over to the bar. He stepped up to where Brian was sitting. “The Don’s on the war path. He’s sending out for his own cousin… something big is going down, man.”

“Really?” Brian asked.

“Yeah. Her partner too.” The blonde hitman chuckled and patted the younger man on the shoulder. He headed over to join a game of poker in the corner.

Brian waited a few seconds, then peeked over to where Ace was and strolled over to the front door. “Don’t know why the hell I’m doing this.” He muttered heading outside to his car that sat a few blocks down.

Danielle was walking out of the convenience store across the road from the motel.
She was about to cross the street when Auna stepped in front of her. “Danielle, you gotta come with me.”

“I thought…” Danielle stopped speaking as she felt the cold steel touch the back of her head.

“Vinnie put that away. We are only supposed to bring her in.” Auna ordered.

Vinnie grumbled but followed the request spying the other black sedan waiting on the street. He was already in enough trouble with the Don.

Danielle turned to where she was facing both of them. “Bring me in for what?”

“The Don has decided business needs to be taken care.” Vinnie smirked.

Danielle looked at them and thought… Somewhere back there in the dust, that same small town in each of us… offer up your best defense, this is the end of innocence. And that’s just what she was going to do. She shoved Vinnie into Auna and bolted across the street.

Dirk saw the young woman run as Vinnie and Auna tried to untangle themselves. He reached for the door with one hand and his other hand reached for the knife in his jacket.

Deuce grabbed his arm. “The Don ain’t gonna be happy if you mess up his plans.”

Dirk nodded and put his hands back on the wheel, as he saw the young woman reach a silver sports car in a motel parking lot.

By the time Vinnie and Auna stood up, Danielle had the vehicle out on the street.

Auna snickered. “Her cousins were stock car drivers.”

Vinnie grabbed her and shoved her toward the driver’s door. “I don’t care who her relatives are…Git in.”

He fumbled nervously trying to get the key in the ignitation when the other black sedan honked its horn. Auna shook her head as he finally got the car started. He sped the car out of the parking lot, the other sedan followed.

Brian had just turned on the street when a streak of silver flew by with two black sedans hot on its tail, he jerked the wheel to the right and followed.

Auna was thinking…if Danielle made it to the freeway, she’d be about 2 hours from home. No one could afford for her to make it that far. “I don’t care how you do it but get her headed back toward the Jigsaw now.”

Vinnie cut a corner a little too sharp. “What the hell do you think I’m trying to do.” He hissed, taking one hand off the steering wheel to motion for the other black sedan to pull up along side.

Dirk brought the other sedan slowly up in the next lane.

Deuce again remembered the strict orders to make sure Danielle, Auna and Vinnie all made it back to the Jigsaw. He looked over at Vinnie, as the car came to a stop. “Maybe you should let the chick drive, you’re givin’ guys like me a bad name.”

Vinnie’s dark eyes flashed at the rebuke.

Auna having decided to take control of things, cut in before he could speak. She looked past him to the occupants of the other sedan. “Deuce, you and Dirk go to the left and cut around till you are coming south on the bridge that is about 5 miles away. Meanwhile, we’ll stay behind her and keep going north.”

Deuce nodded and turned to Dirk. “Go on…” The sedan sped up ahead of Vinnie and Auna.

Vinnie gave a glance toward the other car as it turned at the light they had been stopped at. As luck would have it, Danielle was stopped at the light a few blocks up.

Auna warned him. “Keep cool Vinnie, we don’t need any cops stopping us or her.”

Vinnie just gave her a hard look, as if to say he knew what the hell he was doing.

Danielle kept one eye on her rearview mirror, the other on the red light in front of her. She saw the other sedan turn off and watched the remaining sedan as it sat at the light two blocks back. It soon started moving, but the light she was at was still red. Traffic turned through the intersection from her right and she left one foot on the brake and placed the other over the gas pedal. The sedan carrying Auna and Vinnie was soon behind her.

She prayed and kept both eyes on the red circle up in the air. Lord, help get me out of this and I’ll get out of this line of work. I’ll go to church more often. I’ll go home and see my family. I’ll never dye my hair blonde again…

When the light suddenly changed to green, she floored the gas pedal. The sports car’s tires spun and screamed as the car lurched off the line. A streak of silver lightening flashed through the intersection and the sedan jumped forward to follow it. Danielle looked up the street, to the left and right, then in the rearview mirror for something that would help her get away. Auna and Vinnie may not have wanted a cop to notice them, but Danielle wouldn’t have minded if one or two showed up. In her moment of observation, however, she noticed there were no police cars around.

Her mind worked overtime thinking of all the driving she had done or seen. The instincts of her family line were working with her. She kept a steady hand on the wheel, a firm foot on the gas and like an old pro, darted the car around traffic. When a clear stretch of roadway opened up, she thought of something to try. It was risky but she figured it might work, and buy her time.

Auna’s jaw dropped when Danielle turned the car and it shot past the sedan. “We’re goin’ to lose her!”

Vinnie jerked the wheel hard to the left to turn, the backend hit a pothole in the road. The car slid for a second as smoke poured from the tailpipe of the sedan. Vinnie slammed the accelerator in anger and the sedan screamed back down the boulevard.

With Auna and Vinnie too busy pursuing Danielle, they paid no attention to the black Chevy that they passed. Brian quickly darted down a side street and zipped up the block to come back out just as the sports car and the Syndicate sedan went by. The silver vehicle then disappeared at the next light.

“Get her headed back to the bridge!” Auna screamed as the sedan sped up once again.

Vinnie said nothing, ready to bail out on this assignment.

Danielle meanwhile made another turn without bothering to stop for the red light. Cars honked but she didn’t care. She headed back towards the main street she had been on minutes before. For a moment she thought about just pulling over as she noticed the gas tank heading toward E.

In her mind it was wrong and foolish to lead this chase but she hadn’t been given a choice. She would keep driving until they caught her, the car ran out of gas, or the Lord decided to put her on the path to take her off the earth, and not by the hands of the Syndicate.

Back on the main street, she floored it, not even sure if she was on the right road, her mind was reflecting on things so fast. She darted around cars, ignoring more honking horns and obscene voices that called out after her.

Auna was pretty sure something drastic was going to have to happen to get Danielle to pull over. They had been chasing her for almost a half hour now. The young PI was driving for her life and deep down, Auna couldn’t blame her. Given the choice, Auna would have been doing the same thing. She started to regret having ever got Danielle into all this to begin with. It was all turning out to be a very terrible mistake.

“She’s heading towards the bridge,” Vinnie announced, bringing Auna’s attention back to the situation. Dirk and Deuce would be waiting on the other side. Danielle would have to stop now. Auna wasn’t sure she wanted to see it or not.

Vinnie confidently sped up and bumped the sports car.

It wasn’t enough.

Danielle kept the car on the road. She looked back behind her. When her eyes turned back to the road, she saw the bridge and a car blocking the end. She would have the clearance but her speed wasn’t quite enough to try a jump like she would have done back home. Spotting the space just before the guardrails started she turned the steering wheel and let the car lurch over the curb. The sports car then started sliding down the embankment. The brake lights on the car never lit up.

Vinnie slammed on the sedan’s brake pedal as Auna gasped. “Why isn’t she stopping on the embankment!?!”

Vinnie bolted from the sedan after it skidded to a stop. Auna followed and by the time they made it to the edge of the bridge, the only thing left to see was the top of the car, the murky water rushing over it, and in through the open window.

Auna took a deep breath and wiped some tears. “Oh God…” Auna stared down at her submerged sports car. Danielle, I’m sorry…dammit…

Vinnie took her by the arm. “C’mon, we gotta go tell the Don…we gotta get out of here before the cops show up!” He looked up where Dirk and Deuce were standing outside of their sedan, watching the scene. The young PI was gone, they knew. Deuce nodded curtly to Vinnie and the senior hitman returned to the sedan along with Dirk.

Auna looked back at the bridge one more time before getting into the car. She now had to go and face her destiny with her cousin. She spoke no more to Vinnie once they got into the car and started to drive back.

Brian had seen the jump over the curb and his heart sank when he realized the car had gone that way on purpose. He held his Chevy back and watched Vinnie and Auna look over the bridge and then slowly walk away. When the two cars left, he sped up towards the bridge. He jumped out of his Chevy and ran to the guardrail and looked down at the murky water.

“Damn…DAMMIT!” The young man turned away from the scene. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to do anything for her, but he felt he had owed her something. But there was nothing he could do now, nothing he could have done before. She was gone. She was free from Mancini’s contract at least. The spunky PI refused to give the Syndicate the satisfaction of taking her out. But she knew, unfortunately, that there was only one way out of everything. So she had went that way.

Brian glanced back at the guardrail. It was all over. He walked back to his car and drove away.

* * *

I will never piss that man off… Ever. Brian thought, setting his beer mug on the counter while remembering the look on Vinnie’s face when told of his punishment, then learning Auna would be spared. He figured it was a psychological game of the Don’s.

Brian gazed around the crowded bar and dance floor. Off to the left, a young woman sat at a table and made eye contact with him. There was a moment of faint recognition. Brian was sure he had seen her somewhere before. She almost reminded him of the bottle blonde PI girl that had been following him, but this young woman’s hair was brunette. She smiled at him and raised her glass in toast. He smiled back and, intrigued, he stood up to walk over to her.

People got in his way however. Somebody would either be standing there laughing, or drinking or talking to somebody else. He weaved around people and pushed his way through the crowd finally reaching the table only to find it empty. The young woman was gone.

The song playing on the jukebox echoed in his ears. “A memory is all that is left for you now…Lightenin’ strikes maybe once…maybe twice…and it all comes down to you.”

* * *

Author Notes:

MaryAnne: Originally I was employed in this project for suggestions and feedback. Then I found myself writing a little something for one scene…and then another…and then another (all the while reminding Tara that she was free to tell me to buzz off. LOL). Next thing I knew I was “wearing the black jacket” and the story turned into a collaborative effort. ROFL. Gotta admit I had some fun with this tho’! And so did Brian. =) Thanks, Tara for letting me “wear the jacket” and take part in this project. Khee!

Tara: You’re welcome MaryAnne, I’m glad you had fun! I ‘m flattened and honored to have had you co-author this adventure. It wouldn’t be half the story it is without Bonita’s or your ideas and support. And thank you for all the guidance, encouragement and inspiration you’ve given. You’re amazing whether you have civilian clothes, a Deputy uniform, black jacket, or waitress outfit on. =)

For Cuz Bonita. Brian is your character, and we’ve tried to do him justice here… um, maybe justice isn’t the word we wanna use. Khee! Anyways…this story is in honor of you. Thank you for the inspiration and support.

Dedicated to Bonita for all the amazing and extraordinary things that make you…you.

2001

Garnet Element: Chapter 1

by: Tara

Bo answered the knock on the front door. He listened to the person for a minute before speaking.

“Possible that she worked on that case,” Bo informed the stranger at the door.
“She might be home later.” He smiled at the shoulder length curly haired individual. “Our telephone number is Hazzard 587, if you want to call instead of making another trip.”

Jesse, Luke and Daisy sat at the kitchen table. They couldn’t hear the stranger’s responses to the youngest cousin. They occupied the time waiting, filling their plates with breakfast vittles. “Hey, leave some for me.” Bo exclaimed, walking back into the kitchen. He took his seat next to the darkest haired cousin. “Sure,” Luke sat the small bowl of milk gravy back on the table. “Salesperson?” He asked.

“Nope,” Bo answered and took a biscuit from the platter. “Possibly someone investigated by Daney.”

“Oh?” Jesse said. He watched his nephew split the biscuit in half and placed on his plate.

“They weren’t sure,” Bo replied. “I told them she might be back later, try calling.” He began spooning gravy over the biscuit.

“Hmm,” Luke shrugged. “Maybe it’s a client that didn’t pay.” He guessed. The dark haired cousin liked that suggestion a lot. The pantry had enough staples for another week, but it was always nice to have a treat.

“Could be,” Jesse agreed. “Let’s eat.” He said. The elderly farmer didn’t want to listen to speculation on something that might not be.

As they finished and began to clear the table, “You boys understand about not coming by the Boar’s Nest for the next few days?” Daisy inquired.

“Yeah,” Bo replied.

“How come they can’t come to the tavern?” Jesse asked.

“Apparently the proprietor isn’t letting anyone have a charge tab anymore,” Luke said.

Jesse chuckled. “Can’t blame J.D. for that. I owned a business, I’m not sure I’d allow it either, lessening there was a true need.”

“Yes sir,” the boys agreed and excused themselves to tend to chores.

Daisy was finishing up the dishes when Daney came in through the back door.

“Bo tell you?” She asked, setting the last dish from the sink in the rack to dry.

Daney looked at her cousin. “Did I get a telephone call?”

“No,” Daisy replied. “Someone was here looking for you.”

Daney smiled. “A client who didn’t pay?”

Daisy laughed. “I don’t know. Bo gave them the phone number,” She picked up a dish towel to wipe the water drops off the faucet and around the counter. “the person might call instead of coming back out.”

“Ok,” Daney watched Daisy quietly for a few moments. “They have any paperwork with them?” Daney was thinking the person might be a registered process server. A subpoena had to be hand delivered to the name listed on the summons.

“I didn’t hear the conversation or see them,” Daisy answered. “Bo might have noticed and didn’t want to worry Jesse.”

“I’ll go check with him then,” Daney told her cousin.

Daisy was squeezing the water from the dishcloth as Daney went outside.

Bo and Luke were checking the wagon over when Daney approached them.

“Daisy said someone stopped by,” She said.

“Yeah,” Bo answered. “They didn’t really leave any information.”

“Did they have any paperwork you could see?” Daney asked casually.

Bo glanced over his shoulder at her. “I didn’t notice any, sorry.”

“What makes you think they might have paperwork?” Luke inquired curiously.

“Subpoena,” Daney smiled. “If Bo didn’t see an envelope,” she paused. “I was thinking the person might be registered process server.”

“Oh,” Bo turned and faced his older cousin. “That can’t just be left with anyone.”

“Right,” Daney said. “If you didn’t see it,”

“then it might not have anything to do with a legal proceeding,” Luke interrupted, he glanced from Bo to Daney. “Might be a lawyer.”

Daney shrugged. “They give an indication when they might call or stop back?”

Bo shook his head. “I said you might be here this afternoon.”

“Thank you,” Daney replied.

“You want us to head to town and see if we run in to them,” Luke offered.

Daney mentioned hesitantly. “Daisy thought Bo might not have said more, so Jesse wouldn’t worry.”

Bo offered. “We could just say we’re going to Cooter’s or something…”

“It’s alright really,” Daney said gingerly. She appreciated what they were willing to do.
“If it’s a client who didn’t pay, that could be awkward.”

“Yeah,” Luke agreed. “Since it’s not money you’re expecting, you’ll share?”

Daney smiled. Bo started laughing. He quickly grabbed a handful of hay and tossed it playfully at his female cousin. “Being paid for chores, I could get use to that.”

“Me too,” Luke laughed.

Jesse watched the hay fight from the field. He smiled and returned to his own task.
Daisy came outside to put some clothes on the line and saw the trio brushing the hay off their clothes. She was hanging up a second item from the basket when Daney walked over to the clothesline.

“Was Bo able to tell you anymore about the stranger?”

“Kinda got distracted,” Daney laughed and reached down into the basket. “I’m not too worried about it, worst it could be is a subpoena.” She held an item for her cousin.

“I thought you were picky about which cases you take?” Daisy sounded just a little alarmed at this mention of a court order. Daisy took the article of clothing and placed it a little ways from the last item placed on the clothesline.

“Um,” Daney murmured. “I prefer cases that offer challenges of skill and knowledge than spouse cheating, employee stealing caper.” She explained.

Daisy smiled. “Like an artist in a different medium or a music person…”

“Yeah,” Daney agreed with that comparison. “A reporter going from weather to sports.”

“Cook switching the type of food,” Daisy laughed.

Bo and Luke stood by the wagon, watching their cousins finish the laundry.

“She didn’t seem too concerned,” Bo said.

“Why worry over something before it happens,” Luke retorted in a pleasant tone of voice.
“Probably a client that didn’t pay.”

Bo snorted. “You said that earlier.”

“You got a better idea who the stranger was?” Luke challenged.

“Well, I did see what they looked like,” Bo grinned. “Didn’t I?”

Luke acknowledged. “You did. The rest of us would have gotten a better view if you had moved just a little.”

Bo laughed. “Hey, you up for a little fishing?”

“Huh?” Luke turned his glance from across the yard to his youngest cousin. They had mentioned going into town to see about this stranger or was the topic being changed.

“Over at the creek,” Bo replied. “Haven’t got any other plans this afternoon.”

“You don’t wanna stick around for this stranger?” Luke asked.

Bo shrugged. “Do we need too?”

Luke pursed his lips. The oldest cousin wasn’t sure. And Daney hadn’t said anything about wanting her cousins at the farm. He considered quietly. “Let’s check with Jesse,”
He finally answered.

“Alright,” the younger cousin agreed. “Still in the field.” Bo said. The two walked out to where their uncle was.

“That didn’t take you too long,” Jesse greeted his nephews as they approached.

“No, sir.” Luke said. “Did you have any chores for us?”

Jesse shook his head. “You got plans to be somewhere?”

“Not exactly, Uncle Jesse.” Bo smiled at his uncle. “We thought we might go fishing.”

“In town about the stranger?” Jesse asked.

“At the creek,” Luke paused. “We did talk about that,” he admitted.

“I have too,” Jesse said quietly. “And what changed your minds?” He inquired.

“Probably a client that didn’t paid,” Bo said.

Luke scoffed. “I said that.”

“Twice,” Bo replied and the cousins exchanged a glance. “Daney said it could be awkward,” Luke added.

“That’s what changed your mind?” Jesse asked.

“No sir,” Bo said. “I asked about going fishing at the creek.”

Jesse smiled. “Ok,” the elderly gentleman paused. His dark haired nephew’s comment settling the matter of whether to go in to town or not. “Your licenses up to date?”

“Yes sir,” both Luke and Bo replied.

“You two go gather the poles and stuff, we’ll get bait on the way to the creek,” Jesse said.

“We’ll be taking your truck?” Bo asked.

Jesse nodded. “If you boys don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Luke replied.

Jesse looked passed his blond haired nephew in the direction of the house. “We’ll meet at the truck in ten minutes or so unless you’ll wanna change.”

“Nah,” Bo said. Luke shook his head to indicate he didn’t need to go into the house either.
“I’ll get us some iced tea,” Jesse smiled and headed to the house while his nephews proceeded to the barn.

He went into the house and found the girls in the living room, separating a load of laundry.

“The boys and me are gonna go fishing,” he announced quietly.

“Do you need us to make you anything?” Daisy asked.

“It’s alright, I’ll get it.” Jesse looked at Daney. “Would you rather we go later this evening?”

Daney stared at her uncle for a moment. “If y’all want to stay, you can.” She paused. “It doesn’t really matter to me.” Whatever the person wanted wouldn’t change if there was one person or a houseful.

“You’re decided it’s a client that didn’t pay,” Jesse smiled.

“Maybe a new client,” Daney replied. How often was it that Jesse got to spend an afternoon fishing. Not too many. “They might telephone.”

“Yeah,” Jesse agreed. “And then the boys would be complaining about missing out on fishing.” He chuckled. “I’ll stay if you want me too…” He offered.

“I appreciate that Uncle Jesse,” Daney smiled. She glanced to her cousin. “Daisy will be here.”

Jesse looked at his older niece. “You don’t have to work at the Boar’s Nest today?”

“That’s why I reminded the boys not to go there,” Daisy laughed.

Jesse smiled. “I best get that tea.” They were probably all thinking too much about the stranger anyway. Maybe the person misheard a name or glanced at a paper, then guessed later what they read. He convinced himself of that as he turned to the refrigerator and opened the door.

Two glass gallon sized jars of tea on the top shelf. One completely filled, the other half filled.
“Is there another jug outside?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” Daisy answered. “Should be done about the same time as the last clothes.” She continued speaking as her and Daney came into the kitchen.

“Ok,” Jesse replied. He took one of the tea containers and shut the refrigerator door.

“We really wouldn’t mind packing a snack for y’all,” Daney said.

Jesse turned and sat the container on the kitchen table. “Some fruit would be alright.”

“Yeah,” Daisy looked at him. Not wanting to ruin the surprise they had made. “It’s all ready.” She pointed to a brown paper sack on the counter. “Want one of us to carry it out for you?”

“If you want too,” Jesse picked up the container of tea. Figuring one of them would bring the bag out. He walked toward the door that led to the porch. “I’m not sure what time we’ll be back.” He said, his nieces followed him outside.

Bo and Luke were already seated in the truck cab when their uncle and cousins came out.
Jesse handed the tea container to Bo through the open window frame and then opened the vehicle’s driver door, while Daisy handed Luke the bag to place on the floorboard.

“Y’all gonna be at Hazzard Lake?” Daisy asked.

Luke and Bo looked at their uncle. They had discussed a creek, he was driving. “Or the spot near Rainbow Mine,” Jesse replied and put the key into the ignition.

“Ok, we’ll see you later.” Daney said. The family exchanged good byes. Jesse watched his nieces head toward the house. Then the pick up started and slowly moved down the driveway and on to the road.

Daney went to the telephone after getting inside. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before,” She said, and smiled at her cousin. “Call former partners, any of them have had someone making an inquiry.”

Daisy smiled. “Wouldn’t they let you know?”

Daney shrugged. “Possibly.”

“I’ll finish the clothes,” Daisy went toward the living room where the last few items waited in a basket. “I can make my phone calls later,” Daney answered. She didn’t want Daisy to feel like she wasn’t during her share of the chores.

“Make the calls,” Daisy insisted gently. She got the basket and walked back through the kitchen. Daney picked up the telephone receiver and put it to her ear, waited for the operator.

Daisy heard her cousin ask to be connected as she walked outside.

“Howdy, has anyone made an inquiry on our cases in the last day or so?” Daney asked once the number had connected and someone picked up on the other line. She was quiet as they answered. “I wasn’t home this morning and someone stopped by,” she paused. “I will call you back if it’s anything to do with a case we worked on, k?” Daney was silent again for their response. “Yeah, thank you.” She listened to the other line disconnect and replaced the receiver in the cradle for a moment. She picked up the receiver, put it back to her ear. A few minutes later, she found herself in almost the exact same conversation with another person.

Putting the receiver back in the cradle when the call was finished, she considered it may have had to do with earlier cases than she had worked with either of those investigators. She pondered the notion someone had impersonated her. Misrepresented themself in order to get more information for a case of their own. It was just something that happened in the private investigation business. Usually no harm came of it but there was always the possibility.

She could spend all day calling people or wait patiently for the stranger to come back to the farm.

Daney thought about leaving a note on the door for the stranger to meet her somewhere in town.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for her and Daisy to be here so far from anyone else. With just a few cosmetic tricks, a person could change their appearance. And to be fair, her family had never known the majority of clients. No one had mentioned what the person looked like.

Luke and Bo were quite surprised when their uncle drove to town. “Your fishing license expired, Uncle Jesse?” the older nephew asked.

“No,” He brought the truck to a stop in front of the county building.

“What are we here for?” his younger nephew asked.

He put the gear shirt in park. “I want you boys to stay here, I’ll just be a minute.” Jesse got out of the truck.

Bo and Luke watched their uncle hurry into the county building. The cousins looked at each other curiously. “The Sheriff’s Department.”

“Bail bond agency.”

“That lawyer…”

“Maybe, might even be someone else.”

And quickly as the two conversed, Jesse was back out of the building and to the truck.
“Told you I’d just be a minute,” was all he said and put the gearshift in drive and merged in with the afternoon traffic. A few minutes later, he turned down the street that led to one of the bait shops in the area. He maneuvered the truck into a parking spot and then told his nephews to go into the bait shop.

Luke and Bo got out of the truck and went into the bait shop. Jesse watched them and then picked up the cb mic. His other hand moved the dial to the correct station. His thumb pushed the talk button. “You there?”

“Yes, Jesse…”

“And?”

“Permit is not expired.”

“I’m obliged.”

“Sure you don’t want to send a law officer out?”

“Thank you, J.D., its ok really. I feel better about the situation. Gotta go.” Jesse’s thumb slipped off the talk button and he replaced the cb mic on the box. Bo and Luke came out of the bait shop with two brown paper lunch sized sacks. Jesse smiled at his nephews as they got into the truck. He checked the side and rear view mirrors before moving from the parking spot onto the street.

In the county commissioner’s office, J.D Hogg sighed. “I ain’t sure what to think…”

“What’s the matter, little chubby buddy?” Rosco asked from the doorway where he stood.

J.D. ignored the reference to his waistline. He had to be careful about this. Jesse had come to him and asked for specific information. If he had wanted the Sheriff’s Department involved, the elder Duke would’ve gone to a deputy, maybe even the Sheriff. “I had a fella inquire about something.”

Rosco pursed his lips for a moment. “Did your answer make them feel better?”

“They said it did,” J.D. replied.

“Well,” The Sheriff smiled. “Then it ain’t really any more concern is it?”

“I guess not,” J.D. agreed and changed the subject. “Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”

“Just finished,” Rosco answered.

“You got other business to tend too?” J.D. asked.

“Didn’t you want to go over the department’s monthly budget?” Rosco inquired.

“Haven’t quite finished looking it all over,” J.D. admitted.

“Ok,” Rosco said.

“Should do that now,” J.D. looked down at some papers on his desk. “If you haven’t got any work to do, why don’t you take a nap…”He suggested.

“Thanks Boss,” Rosco turned and headed toward his office.

“You’re welcome,” J.D. said. The county commissioner continued with the paperwork on his desk. He was still curious about the permit. He was glad that his answer gave his oldest, dearest on and off again friend some relief. If only the county budget issues were that easy to solve, but they weren’t.

That same moment that Boss started on the county finances, the telephone rang at the Duke Farm.
Daney picked up the receiver. “Oh hey,” Daney recognized the caller immediately. She listened for a few minutes. “Don’t think it’s my cousins playing a joke,” She carefully interrupted. “I appreciate your opinion on this situation.” She went quiet, preferring to let the person speak. “Yeah, talk to you later.” She placed the receiver back in the cradle.

Someone playing a joke The idea was amusing. Daney went to the sink and looked out the window at Daisy washing her vehicle. A different point of view could be considered a challenge. Maybe she had mentioned one too many times about the lack of cases in a small town compared to what a bigger city offered. Anything rewarding required a balance somewhere in the middle. Daisy explored other interests in addition to working at the Boar’s Nest. Her male cousins were stuck in the county on probation, if they had the same freedom she had, would they stay or be somewhere else around the world. Except for taking a provenance to a new owner, she had never strayed that far from Hazzard County. An eight hour car trip at the most. She knew people who’d never ventured away from their town. Content with same job, house, routine for thirty years or more.

Things were being set up at the fishing site. Bo placed a blanket under a tree and put the beverage and vittles out within view of where they would cast from. The spot offered a nice shade from the afternoon sun. Jesse fussed with getting a worn lawn chair to sit without tipping over. Two other lawn chairs sat in the truck bed incase his nephews wanted to use one. Luke had the task of getting the bait ready for their use. This particular area also made for a nice camp site.

The first location they were going to use was already filled with people. Jesse had driven on to his second choice. He liked both spots about the same. “You boys sure you don’t want to sit?”

“Not right now, Uncle Jesse.” Luke said. “Thanks.”

“Thanks,” Bo walked to where his fishing pole lay on a picnic table. He picked up a stringer and tucked it into his jean pocket. He checked his fishing pole over. “Luke, were you going to use the same spot you did last time?”

“Yeah,” Luke answered.

“Alright,” Bo smiled. They had done pretty good the last time they had went fishing here.

“Less you wanna,” Luke offered.

“Don’t matter to me,” Bo shrugged. Then he took his fishing pole in one hand, container of bait in the other hand.

“We can always switch later.” Luke continued to the spot his cousin mentioned. A stringer hanging out of his back jeans pocket.

Jesse enjoyed listening to his nephews and observing how they selected the spot where they would on a little higher ground than he was. He waited until they had both cast their line into the water. He picked up his own fishing pole that had already had a piece of bait on the hook at the end of the line and cast out. He didn’t really care if he caught anything, was just nice to spend a little time away from the farm with his nephews.

“You want another card?” Daisy sat on the top front porch step and Daney sat on the bottom step. Daney looked at the two cards on the middle step. A combination of seventeen, usually a good spot to stay and hope for the dealer to get twenty two or more. “Sure.”

“Alright,” Daisy agreed. She picked up the next card from the pile that were face down on the middle step. “22, sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Daney said and picked up both her and her cousins cards, then laid them on the pile that was face up. They could not be used until they had been shuffled.

Daisy dealt them each two new cards. In front of Daney was another combination of seventeen.
She checked the dealer cards and saw twenty one. “Card?”

Daney thought for a moment. They were about three fourths of the way through the entire deck.
At a table with a bet, she’d probably stay but this was just for fun. “Yeah.”

Daisy placed the next card from the down pile onto her cousin’s cards. Daney turned it over; the new card made it twenty one. Daisy flipped the dealer cards face up and laughed.

Daney smiled. “If you don’t want to play anymore, its-” She turned to watch a vehicle move off the road and onto the driveway. “If you want to go in the house…”

“Why don’t we go meet them,” Daisy whispered, gathering the cards into one pile.

“Alright,” Daney scooted off the step and straightened to a standing position. The vehicle came to a stop as Daisy came to stand next to her cousin. They both stared for a moment before stepping forward, the vehicle’s motor stopped running. The driver door opened.

Walking toward the vehicle, neither Daisy or Daney recognized the visitor. “Howdy…” Daney said, approaching the passenger side of the vehicle. That distance offered a little bit of space between her and the stranger. Daisy stood a few steps behind her cousin, she could not see the driver’s face until after the door shut.

The visitor noticed how the brunette women stood and did not attempt to move any closer. The stranger took a long glance at the two before speaking. “I-” the young man started. “Do you remember a client named Nevaeh Leah,” he blurted out.

“Jordan,” Daney finished the name. “Yes, sir.”

“She may have mentioned me,” he smiled. “Diehl.”

“It is nice to meet you Diehl,” Daney paused. Naturally curly strawberry blond hair and green eyes. Average height. Nevaeh had mentioned that description and name in connection to an acquaintance. “This is my cousin, Daisy.”

Daisy smiled. “It is nice to meet you.” She was thinking this could just be an update to a case.

“You too,” Diehl replied. “Nevaeh is having some difficulties and she isn’t talking much…”
He stopped speaking and looked across the property toward the barn.

“You wondered if it might have anything to do with the case?” Daney asked gently.

He glanced back at the brunette haired women. “Um hum.” He took a deep breath and then exhaled. “I know there may not be anything you can tell me, I needed to try.”

“I understand,” Daney replied. Daisy smiled at the young man. “Would you like to have a seat on the porch?” She offered. “It might take me a little bit to find that file,” Daney added.
“If you’re sure, miss.” Diehl answered. “C’mon,” Daisy smiled. She turned and walked toward the house ahead of her cousin and the visitor. She picked up the cards before proceeding up the steps and to the front door. She heard Daney explain why it might take time. It wasn’t so much the file, she had worked on the case with others and needed their ok to reveal their notes.

Diehl sat down on the porch swing as the two women went into the house. They walked all the way to the farthest corner of the kitchen before speaking. “You’re not going to be able to tell him much are you?” Daisy whispered.

“Probably just the newspapers clippings that he may have already seen,” Daney reached for the phone and brought the receiver to her ear. “Howdy Gussy, can you put me through to,” her voice got quieter, remembering the front door had been left open. “Yes, it was a case we worked… Nevaeh.” She glanced to Daisy putting the cards in a drawer. “Her friend Diehl is here,” She paused. “Really sure, conference call would be great.”

Daisy pretended not to be listening. She busied herself with putting the dishes away.

“Yeah,” Daney placed the telephone receiver back in the cradle. “That file should be in the closet,” she mumbled and walked out of the kitchen. Daisy followed and waited in the hallway. Her cousin came out of the bedroom with just a few news articles. Daney went outside. “Diehl,” She laid the clippings on the swing. He glanced down at the newsprint, she continued. “This was probably the easiest case, I handled. And the paper represented the details very accurately.”

“The others said no?” Diehl asked.

“One of them is willing to speak to you in person,” Daney replied.

“Are they in Hazzard?” He said.

Daney smiled. “I’m to give you contact information if you want it.” She paused. “She may tell you the exact same thing I am.”

Daisy gathered an agreement not to reveal any personal notes had been decided. Maybe the client had mentioned something about the visitor that no longer matter. She wondered if Daney was stalling the visitor in order for another detective to check this situation out further.

Diehl picked up the clippings and held them out. Daney took them. “I’ll be right back with that telephone number for you, would you like anything to drink?”

Diehl shook his head, he turned to look out at the barn. Watching the farm animals scamper about. Too far away to hear their sounds.

Daisy looked curiously at her cousin who came back inside. Daney waved the clippings and hurried down the hallway to their room. Daisy followed and closed the door for privacy.

“Something wrong?” the older cousin asked.

Daney knelt down at the open closet doors. She shoved the clippings into a folder. “The investigator I spoke with, thinks she read that client died.”

“Wow,” Daisy whispered.
“Um hum,” Daney put the folder back in its slot. “She wanted to make a few phone calls to find out if he lost contact with and doesn’t know.”

“He was a friend?” Daisy asked.

“Acquaintance,” Daney answered. She took a business card from a different slot and laid it on the floor. She closed the trunk that held case files. She got the card and stood up. She walked over to where Daisy stood. “We don’t usually check on former clients.”

“Yeah,” Daisy opened the door and led the way into the hallway. “I’ll get us some tea,” She went to the kitchen and Daney went outside.

“Diehl,” Daney smiled. She wasn’t sure if he would leave before she came back out or not. “Here ya go.” She held the card out to him.

“Thank you,” he said and got up from the porch swing. He stepped over to where she stood. “You’re welcome, sure you don’t want a drink?” She asked. He took the card.

“I’m fine,” he smiled and put the card in his shirt pocket. “Bye,” he said. He turned to walk down the steps and back to his vehicle. “Take care,” Daney replied. She watched him walk to his vehicle and waved as he got in the drivers side.

Diehl started his vehicle and watched the older woman join the detective outside with two glasses of what looked liked ice tea. He then drove away.

“Oooo, oooo.” Daisy couldn’t resist singing the chorus of the tune playing as the vehicle left the driveway. Daney took a sip from the glass in her hands. “You wanna go see how the fishing is?” She asked.

“Not really,” Daisy admitted. “You wanna go to the fabric shop with me?” She smiled.
“I thought I’d make Jesse a new shirt and wouldn’t mind a second opinion on the selection.”

“Alright, I need to call the other investigator and tell them about Diehl.” Daney replied.

“I’ll start locking up,” Daisy said. She followed her cousin inside. They finished their drink on the way into the kitchen. Daney handed her glass to her cousin and started to go toward the telephone. It started ringing. She glanced at Daisy and laughed. She grabbed the receiver. “Hello?” She said. “He should be getting in contact with you,” She paused. “I’m going to be away from the house for a bit. If it’s really urgent, you could try asking the telephone operator if she’d pass a message though the Hazzard grapevine,” Daney smiled. “Take it easy.” She placed the receiver back on the telephone base.

She turned and looked at her cousin putting the glasses into the sink basin. “She’s still trying to figure out what is going on.”

“I don’t have to go to the fabric shop today,” Daisy said.

“It’s ok, the one person who might have a more definite answer isn’t available,” Daney paused. “It’d be nicer to keep doing stuff than sitting around waiting.”

Daisy smiled. “Let me get my purse and lock the front door.” A few minutes later they were outside getting ready to leave, when another unfamiliar SUV type vehicle turned off the road and onto the driveway. This time, the driver had curly strawberry blonde hair.

The driver placed the gear shift in park and left the engine idle, as they got out with a paper in their right hand. “D.H. Duke?”

“If the D.H. stands for Danielle Hannah, that would be me,” Daney stepped toward the woman. A pair of sunglasses hid the stranger’s eye color. “What kind of vehicle is that?” She asked.

“1970s IHC Scout,” the stranger replied. “Good for traveling.”

“It looks like it,” Daisy said.

The woman held out the paper. “The attorney would really appreciate a call before the weekend.” She said and watched Daney quietly take the paper and unfold it to reveal a court summons.

Daney read the document and then looked at the woman. “I’ve never had a client by this name.”

“That is their real name,” the woman replied and took out a Polaroid. She held it for Daney to see. “More familiar, Danielle?”

“Please call me Daney,” Daney responded. “Yes, ma’am.” She paused. “Are you able to set up an appointment with me for the lawyer?”

“I can get a message to him this afternoon,” the woman answered. “And then the office will call in the morning.”

“Ok,” Daney smiled. “The sooner I can get for an appointment, I’d appreciate it…”

“Dayle,” the courier smiled. “I’ll mention it’s about an hour’s drive incase they can move the schedule around a bit.”

“Thank you,” Daney said. “I haven’t ever had to go to court for a case yet,” She confided.

“Maybe you won’t have too,” Dayle replied. “I have a few more of those to hand out.”
She turned back to her vehicle and walked away from the brunette woman. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Daney said and watched the vehicle turn around and move back to the road.
Then she turned to her cousin. “We best get going to the fabric store before they close.”

“The lawyer…” Daisy said.

“That can wait,” Daney replied and hurried over to her cousin’s vehicle. “Like Dayle said, I may not even have to go to court.”

Daisy smiled. “Really?” She watched her younger cousin get into the passenger seat.

“Um hum,” Daney answered confidently. “I’ll take a look at the case notes later, if it’s tied into something that involves another party, client confidentiality.”

Daisy had one hand on the steering wheel. The other hand turned the key in the ignition, and then moved the gear shifter to drive. Both hands were on the steering wheel as the vehicle began to creep forward, a sandaled foot pressed on the gas pedal.

As she sped the vehicle away from the property, the boys and their uncle were sitting down with their surprise. A fruit pie. Thoughtfully included in the bag were plates, utensils and paper towels.

“Maybe we should save for later,” Luke suggested.

“They wouldn’t have packed it, if it was for after dinner.” Bo retorted.

“Now boys,” Jesse smiled. “We could do both, just have a small piece now…”

“Let’s enjoy it now,” Luke smiled and took the plate that his uncle held out for him. “If they wanted any, they could’ve just given us three slices.”

“Yeah,” Bo smiled. He watched Jesse cut the pie into six huge portions. The berry filling oozing a little each time the knife was brought out between two slices. “Now which ever of you boys gets to the truck, will get the first choice.” Jessie said mischievously. Bo and Luke scrambled off the blanket they had been sitting on and to the pick up.

Jesse chuckled. “Luke come on back while Bo checks in with Daisy and Daney.”

“Ah,” the cousins gasped for breath. Understanding the purpose of why Jesse had asked them to go to his vehicle. When he had caught his breath, Luke replied. “I’ll just wait here.”

Bo reached into the truck and grabbed the cb mic. He pressed the talk button. “Wildflower, Pretty Maiden are you out there on the Hazzardnet, this is Sheppard and Lost Sheep…” He released the talk button and waited for an answer. He put his thumb back on the talk button. “Bo Peep, Scout… this is Sheppard and Lost Sheep, maybe y’all are on another channel.” He released the talk button again. If they didn’t answer this call, he was going to change the channel.

“Wildflower?” a reply did get returned. “I haven’t used this since before I became a detective.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Bo answered. “Ain’t caught nothing yet, how ‘bout you?”

“Did the person you spoke with this morning have curly strawberry blond hair?”

“Um hum.”

“Male or female?”

“Huh?” Bo briefly glanced over his shoulder at Luke.

“After y’all left, there were two visitors with that hair color.”

“Oh, male.”

“We’ll talk about it while enjoying some of that fish y’all are gonna catch,” It was Daisy who responded this time. “Bo Peep & Scout over and out.”

“Lost Sheep and Sheppard, over and out too.” Bo carefully tossed the cb mic as close toward the box. He turned and walked back with Luke toward Jesse. “You hear any of that, sir?”

“There was two strangers?” Jesse looked at his nephews.

“Apparently,” Luke said. “Maybe we should head back home…”

“We wouldn’t be able to talk, we ain’t got no fish yet.” Jesse replied.

“Then we best make this a short break and get us some,” Bo responded.

Luke glanced down at the pie. “Jesse, it doesn’t really matter which piece you give me.”

“Alright,” Jesse began to put a slice on each plate. There wasn’t much conversation between the Duke men while they eat and drank.

Fifteen minutes later, Jesse gathered the plates, utensils and paper towels. His nephews went back to their fishing spots.

Daisy thought she’d try the small shop on Pecin Street before going to the city. Mrs. Kiniski had a decent selection of material. And she did try to special order from companies. It didn’t take Daisy too long to find the fabric. Take it to the register.

“What are you making with this?” Mrs. Kiniski asked.

“A shirt for Uncle Jesse,” Daisy put the bolt on the counter.

Mrs. Kiniski smiled. “How much did you want?”

“Few yards will be plenty, ma’am.” Daisy answered.

Mrs. Kiniski took the bolt and unbundled the material along the measure unit built onto the countertop. It looked like a long metal ruler. There wasn’t much left on the bolt after she measured. She rebundled the material. “I’m going to give you this whole bolt, and only charge you for the two yards.” She made eye contact with the young woman. “That little bit probably won’t sell.”

“I’d be glad to pay you for it,” Daisy said.

“It’s ok.” She laid the bolt on the counter. “Did you need anything else today?”

“That’s it,” Daisy smiled.

“That will be five dollars, Daisy.” Mrs. Kiniski replied.

Daisy got the money from her jeans pocket and held it out. “Sorry it’s all in ones.”

“That’s alright,” Mrs. Kiniski took the bills. “Did you want a bag for it?”

“No, ma’am.” Daisy picked up the bolt. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome sugar,” Mrs. Kiniski got a cash box from under the counter and placed the money from the sale into it. “Daney, are you getting anything?” Daisy called over to her cousin.

Daney looked at her cousin and the store owner, she pointed to a light colored fabric. “Would this make a nice shirt?”

“The one next to it would,” Mrs. Kiniski recommended.

Daney brought the darker material over to the counter. Mrs. Kiniski unbundled the material. “There is only enough here for a short sleeve shirt…”

“I’ll take, ma’am.” Daney smiled.

Mrs. Kiniski rebundled the fabric onto the cardboard bolt. “I have ribbon that would look nice with this, either trim or a hair bow.”

“I only have about ten dollars with me,” Daney answered.

Mrs. Kiniski smiled. “With the ribbon, it will cost about four dollars.”

“Ok,” Daney smiled and got money from her jeans pocket while Mrs. Kiniski got the ribbon. She laid four one dollar bills on the counter.

Mrs. Kiniski brought two spools of ribbon and placed them in a small bag. “Did you want the material in a bag?”

“No thank you, ma’am.” Daney said and picked up the material and bag of ribbon.

Mrs. Kiniski took the money from the counter and added it to the metal box. “Thank you for thinking about my shop before going to the city.”

“Oh,” Daisy exclaimed softly. She watched the elderly woman put the cash box back under the counter. “You girls have a good evening.”

“You too, Mrs. Kiniski.” Daney answered and they left the fabric shop. They walked quietly to Daisy’s vehicle. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you make your own clothes.” Daisy commented. They opened the doors and placed their purchases in the back seat.

“I don’t have any really nice stuff incase I need to met the lawyer,” Daney replied. They got into the vehicle and the doors shut.

“You could have borrowed something,” Daisy got the keys from her jeans pocket.

“I know,” Daney looked out the front windshield. “What if I ruined it?”

Daisy laughed. She put the key into the ignition and started the vehicle. “You could have brought material to make me a new shirt.” She commented and maneuvered the vehicle into the late afternoon traffic. The older cousin heard the click of the glove box open, then close. “Why do you think this lawyer wants to talk to you?” Daisy asked, the vehicle ventured onto Old Mill Road.

“Not sure,” Daney answered. “Could be they are reading into something that isn’t there.”

“You’re not sacred?”

“No reason to be.”

Daisy checked the side and rear view mirrors, and then turned the vehicle onto the farm driveway.

The boys and Jesse were loading up to go back home. “What in tarnation?” Jesse exclaimed. A patrol cruiser stopping just inches from the back of the truck. “Rosco Coltrane!” He shouted at the officer getting out of the car.

“Hi Jesse,” The Sheriff replied casually.

Jesse shook his finger at the younger uniformed man. “You almost run me over and all you got to say is hi Jesse?”

“I didn’t almost run you over,” Rosco corrected the erroneous declaration. “I got a call,” he stared at the elderly farmer and two nephews. “Over the cb.” He added. Maybe he should try a different way to give them the information he had to share with them.

“What’s that got to do with us?” Bo asked impatiently.

Rosco took a few steps to where they stood. “Y’all got your fishing licenses?”

“ ‘Course, we do.” Jesse answered, taking quiet note of how Rosco changed the topic. He reached in the pocket of his bib overalls for the paper.

“Mine’s right here,” Luke was the first to get the paper from his wallet and show it to the Sheriff.

“Thank ya,” Rosco said and looked at it, then Bo and Jesse’s fishing licenses. “Fishing any good?”

“It was alright,” Jesse replied. “CB call?”

“Um, hmm.” Rosco said. “Didn’t really have to do with your boys being in trouble or nothin’.”

Bo stared at the officer in puzzlement. “What did it have to do with?”

“Apparently, someone was asking about Daney and someone else overhead and they called the farm and there was no answer.” Rosco replied.

“Her and Daisy went to the fabric shop,” Luke answered. “Maybe they aren’t back from there.”

“Oh,” Rosco smiled.

Jesse still wasn’t quite sure what to make of why Rosco was being so friendly. He couldn’t think of any reason for J.D. to have betrayed his concern. “Why don’t you boys make sure you got everything,” He said. Bo and Luke looked at their uncle for a moment and then walked away
as requested.

Jesse waited until the boys were out of hearing distance. “Rosco, is there something you didn’t want them to hear?”

“No, Jesse.” Rosco answered, not surprised at the elderly Duke’s question.

“We had a stranger at the farm this morning asking,” Jesse said.

“Maybe it was that person who was asking?” Rosco inquired.

“Could be,” Jesse acknowledged. “I do appreciate your concern.”

“You’re welcome,” Rosco answered. “I should probably get back on patrol.”
Rosco watched the elderly farmer turn and reach for something in the truck bed. His attention focused on a little bird land on a branch of the tree not that far away.

“Tweet” it chirped a few times.

Luke and Bo observed their uncle give a container to the Sheriff.

“What’s he doing that for?” the blond cousin whispered.

“Rosco did make an effort to find us…”

“Law officers are suppose to do stuff like that!”

The dark haired cousin smirked. “Maybe he feels sorry for the Sheriff.”
They waited until the patrol car had left, before going back to the truck. Neither of them said anything to their uncle about what they had witnessed between him and Rosco.

Calliope Dean and the Purple Cricket

by: Tara

“Mr. Duke, visiting hours are over.” A nurse said. Blue eyes peered at the older man seated next to the bed.

“Thank you, miss.” Jesse replied. He rose from the chair, glancing at the sleeping form. His nephews had found their cousin lying unconscious on the barn floor, between the ladder and double doors. No visual signs of a struggle or intruder. Even a farm animal having startled Daney. A small bump partly hidden along the forehead hairline. The wound about the size of a jagged rock. And there wasn’t anything unusual about one of his nieces or nephews being in the barn. Chores or time alone.

From what the Sheriff’s Department gathered in their investigation. Boot imprints from the footwear she had on that evening, were only near the doorway. Quite simply, she had fallen. Hit her head at just the right angle to lose consciousness. She may’ve heard a noise and lost her balance.

“There’s some reading material for when you wake up on the stand,” Jesse spoke hoarsely. He’d spent most of the allowed morning visiting time, reading passages from paperbacks. He turned and looked at the uniformed woman in the doorway. “No one will move those will they?” He asked, walking toward the nurse. A few were from the living room bookshelf, the rest from the library.

“I’ll leave a note at our station,” the nurse replied. “If there is any change, we’ll make sure to call.” She paused, he stepped pass her out into the hallway. “Was she reading, the last time you saw her?”

“The four of them were playing cards and listening to the radio,” he answered. Jesse felt the young woman’s hand on his shoulder.

“We have people to talk with if you need too,” she offered.

“I’m alright,” Jesse smiled. “Appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled. “I should be getting back on rounds.”

“Luke, I don’t think he’s gonna let us.” Bo whispered. He and the oldest Duke cousin walked into Boss’s office at the Boar’s Nest.

“You boys scat onconna I’m busy,” the portly county commissioner greeted them.

“Nice to see you too,” Luke smiled. “We need just a minute of your time.”

Boss frowned. “Alright, your minute started ten seconds ago.”

“Wondering if you’d lift probation restrictions,” Bo replied. “Just for a few days.”

“Why would I wanna do that?” J.D. asked.

“Me and Bo was thinking we’d offer to work on one of Daney’s cases,” Luke confided.

“Oh?” Boss murmured. He glanced from the dark haired one to the blond, thinking the request over in silence. If their cousin was working on something in another county, it’d keep Bo and Luke out of his hair. They wouldn’t be around to stick their noses in his business. “Lemme make sure I got all the facts,” he smiled. “A few days unrestricted probation?”

“Yes, sir.” Bo nodded.

“I don’t know fellas,” Boss reached for a small book. He began thumbing the pages. His dark eyes scanning the text. “Hmm, hmmm.” He mumbled.

“C’mon, Boss what ya need to check that for?” Luke muttered.

Boss closed the book. And stared at the boys with a straight face expression. “And just what is this case?”

“Uh, we haven’t got those details yet.” Bo admitted.

J.D. watched the two cousins look at each other before saying anything. “I will but you fellas have to check back with me after getting those, ya hear?” He paused. “Even if it’s by message through a third party.” He reached for a pen. “I probably best give y’all a release paper to that effect.” Then he started to write.

“Thanks, Boss.” Luke said. “Much obliged.”

“I’m sure you are,” Boss answered, placing the pen onto the desk. He held the paper out. “That worded alright for you boys?” He inquired. Both reached for the document.

“Guess so,” Bo said after looking the paper over, then folded it and stuffed in his shirt pocket.

“If I get wind you boys aren’t doing what you asked for,” Boss pointed a finger at them. “I’ll write another paper to rescind that one.” J.D. declared as the boys turned to leave his office.

“Ok, Boss.” Luke agreed. He and his younger cousin stepped out into the tavern area. The town mechanic and Cletus were standing by the pinball machine. They strolled over. “Who’s winning?” Bo asked. They stepped close to the two men.

“He is,” Cletus replied. “You wanna play when this game is over?”

“No thank you,” Luke said over the pinball machine noise. “We gotta get going.”

“Headed over to the hospital,” Cooter surmised incorrectly.

“Actually we’re going to see if maybe we can take care of a case of her’s,” Bo informed them.

“That’s nice of you fellas,” Cletus smiled and turned from the machine.

“We thought so too,” Luke grinned.

“Is that allowed?” Cooter asked his friends.

Bo shrugged. “That’s what we’re going to find out now,” he paused. “See if any clients would agree.”

Cletus pondered quietly for a moment. It sounded good; the boys work or wrap up a case. He didn’t want to discourage them. “Hopefully one will.”

“Yeah,” Luke said. “See ya’ll later.” Cooter and Cletus nodded. The boys were about to step away when one of their many admirers flung her arms around Luke’s neck.

“Aren’t you gonna stay for awhile?” She asked. “I’d like too but me and Bo got something to do.” He answered in a muffled tone of voice, to the amusement of others.

She pouted. “What could be more important than spending time with me?”

“Well,” Luke hesitated. They could wait an hour or so. “Boss Hogg lifted me and Bo’s probation restrictions,” He paused, and brought his right hand up to her face. He ran his fingers lightly across her cheek. “So we can work on one of our cousin’s cases.”

“He did?” She asked.

Bo raised his hand, patted his shirt pocket. “Got it in writing.” He looked at Luke, then offered. “We both don’t have to go.”

“Boss comes out of his office…” Luke’s voice trailed off in disagreement. He sighed. “I’ll give you a call tonight.”

“You’ve said that before,” the blonde haired woman countered. “Well this time I’ll make sure too,” He kissed her on the cheek.

The sound of voices from Boss’s office over the jukebox interrupted any further discussion between Luke and his lady friend.

“Catch y’all later,” Bo said and hurried around his friends toward the tavern’s exit, followed by his older cousin in a hasty departure. Cooter and Cletus went back to their game, not much time left on their lunch break.

“Should we be concerned Boss agreed so easily?” Luke asked his younger cousin. The General Lee’s engine started.

“No,” Bo answered and settled into the passenger seat. “Where do we start?” He wondered aloud, glanced out the window at the familiar scenery pass by as Luke began to maneuver the stockcar out onto the road.

“Bail bond agency?” Luke guessed.

“The farm,” Bo replied. “ ‘Course we should probably get Daisy’s permission before going into their room.”

“Yeah,” Luke chuckled.

The boys headed home, Sheriff’s Office was tending to duties.

“Sure you want to sign off on this report, sir?” Enos was standing at the filing cabinet.

“There wasn’t any foul play or deliberate mischief,” Rosco continued cleaning out the desk drawer. “Can always make another.”

“Yeah,” Enos began to slide the folder in its place, trying not to mar it by jamming roughly into the slot between two other folders. Boss had already lectured them on using too many supplies for the month.

“Excuse me, gentlemen…” The two officers glanced over to a dark haired, violet-eyed woman strolling toward the desk. “I was supposed to meet a colleague. The bail bonds agency told me to come here for assistance.”

“Oh, we’ll try to help if we can, miss.” Enos said.

“Danielle Duke,” she replied.

“I-” the full name didn’t register with either sheriff or deputy at first. “Brown hair and hazel eyes?” Rosco’s blue eyes watched
for the woman to nod. “You mean Daney?”

She nodded again. “Yes, sir.”

“Well, she had a little slip out at the barn on the Duke farm,” Rosco paused, hesitant to confide any more to this stranger.

“She don’t like to worry her cousins or uncle,” Enos offered more detail. “Being unconscious, she wouldn’t be able to tell them.”

“That serious?” She whispered.

“It’s a doozy,” Rosco sighed. “We investigated, didn’t find anything peculiar.”

“For the moment, we’re speculated she heard something and fell.” Enos walked over to the desk. “They got all kinds of animals.”

“Wouldn’t necessarily have to have been a noise,” the woman stated. “You ever had an incident come back out of the blue?”

It was Rosco and Enos’s turn to nod their heads. “She’s still at the hospital?” the woman asked.

“You have some id, darling?” Rosco smiled at her. “A driver’s license, private investigator certification…”

“Right here,” the woman took two items from her coat pocket. She held them out to the handsome sheriff. “Oh, I should’ve introduced myself.”

“It’s allright,” Rosco took them. He studied the signature on both identification documents, then glanced from picture id to the woman. “Yes, miss. Far as we know, she is.” He paused and laid the ids down the desk. “Enos here could call and check for ya.”

“If it wouldn’t be any trouble,” she took the ids and placed them in her jacket pocket.

“Not at all,” Enos picked up the phone receiver and placed it to his ear. “Maybelle, any conversations regarding the Dukes’ cousin being released from the hospital?” He paused. Rosco and Miss Holliday stared at him. “Ok, can you patch me over to the hospital then, appreciate it.” There was another short moment of silence. “Yes, ma’am. This is Enos Strate. I’m calling about a patient you may have,” his left hand began fidgeting with the cord. “Daney or Danielle Duke.” He began to whistle when put on hold.

“Enos, please.” Rosco said. He normally didn’t mind Enos amusing himself but not while on a phone call.

“Sorry,” Enos looked sheepishly at his commandeering officer. “No ma’am not you. I’m at the Hazzard County Sheriff’s Department,” there was one last pause. “I understand, thank you.” He put the phone receiver back on its cradle. “Jesse left a message that any one who wants to know condition is to talk to him,” Enos stated, getting his other hand unwrapped from the tangled cord. “And he went home to do some chores, the nurse said.”

“A bit extreme,” Miss Holliday commented.

“You haven’t met any of her family?” Rosco asked.

Miss Holliday shook her head from side to side. “Not really.”

“Her uncle’s concern is just protection,” Enos explained. “Every one of them Dukes has been in some situation before.”

“Ain’t we all?” Rosco said before a discussion of those situations started. “I reckon you don’t have the farm address or y’all
wouldn’t have been meeting at the bail bond agency here in town.” He paused. “We’re about to go out on patrol, you’re welcome to follow one of us out there.”

“I came here on the bus,” Miss Holliday explained. “Daney mentioned a vehicle at the local used car dealer, I’ve been looking for just that year and model.”

“A business and pleasure trip,” Rosco replied. “If you don’t mind, one of us would be happy to take you over.”

“Might get a better deal too,” Enos speculated.

“Only if Boss isn’t there,” Rosco muttered, then smiled. “We could call out to the farm and see if anyone could come get you.”

“I like the idea of one of you escorting me,” Miss Holliday paused. “if it’s no bother, sir.”

“Not at all,” Rosco scooted the chair back and stood up. He dug into his pants pocket for his patrol car keys and started for the steps.

“Sheriff, the car dealer is on my route.” Enos commented.

“And the Duke farm is on mine,” Rosco stared at his deputy. “You could just stay and hang wanted posters.”

“We could switch for the afternoon,” Enos suggested.

Miss Holliday smiled. “Perhaps I should walk over to the car dealer and get directions to the farm from there.”

“No, no…” Rosco insisted and hurried down the steps. “Just funning miss,” Enos exclaimed, walking down the steps.

“Ok,” Miss Holliday said. With an officer on each side, she strolled to the double doors that led out to the courthouse hallway.

The boys were looking for a connection point, and here’s a possible lead in town. If only they hadn’t went to the farm.
Good thing for Bo and Luke, the Hazzard County Sheriff’s Department is on the case. And they don’t even know it.

“These look really nice,” Mr. Amos complimented the freelance reporter in his office. “The article may not make it in.”

Daisy replied. “Ok.”

The Hazzard Gazette editor held up one of the photos. “I think this will work for the Friday edition,” he paused.
“Maybe Saturday.”

“Check in the mail?” She asked. Mr. Amos had mentioned fees over the phone but not how he paid reporters.

Clyde chuckled. “Wouldn’t you prefer cash?” And sat the photo down on the window ledge that they stood by.

“Yeah,” Daisy laughed.

“Just a moment,” He leaned toward his desk, opened the drawer. Removed a small gray metal box from it. He placed it on the desktop. Pudgy fingers pressed at the number combination that kept the contents secured. “Twenty?”

“Um hum,” Daisy mused. Mr. Amos peeked over to see her staring out the window. He removed a twenty bill from the stack inside the box, then closed the lid. “Here you go, Miss Duke.”

Daisy turned from the window and accepted the money he held out. “Thank you,” she smiled. “Have a good afternoon.”
She walked toward the door. “You too,” she heard him answer, then walked out into the hallway toward the building exit.
She thought about what it would be like to work for the paper full time, instead of just an assignment here and there. “Excuse me,”
she heard and stopped just before colliding with another employee in the hallway.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” She started to explain.

“It’s ok,” The man replied. “You all right?”

“Was just thinking,” she admitted shyly.

“About your next by line?” He asked curiously.

Daisy smiled. “That probably won’t be for awhile,” she glanced at the floor then back at the blond gentleman. “I’m just a part time reporter.” “Everyone has to start somewhere,” he paused. “I used to be just a delivery person, doing the odds and ends around the photo shop down the street.”

“Dale?” Daisy exclaimed, she thought he looked familiar. “English class.”

He chuckled. “Yeah- you have time for coffee or maybe something to eat?” He smiled. “Assistant editors can take their breaks any time,” he paused. “Most of the time that is.”

Daisy glanced at the clock on the wall. “About a half hour, then I have to get over to the Boar’s Nest.”

“That’s your excuse for not being full time here?” He teased.

Daisy laughed. “Guess you could call it that,” she said. “Where have you been?” She asked, as they walked down the hallway.
He explained on the way out of the building.

At the Duke farm, the boys were standing on the porch. “We can’t just go through their room without asking,” Bo said. They had thought Daisy would be home getting ready for her tavern job.

Luke nodded. He even though Daisy and Daney would understand. It was just nice to have permission.

“The hayloft?” Bo mused aloud.

“And risk it getting ruined?” Luke shook his head. “Maybe Uncle Jesse’ll have an idea…” Luke smiled, the pick up slowly made
it’s way to a parking spot next to the General Lee. “Yeah,” Bo agreed. They waved to their uncle getting out of his vehicle.

“Howdy boys,” Jesse greeted his nephews and walked toward them. He could tell from their expressions, they were uncertain about something. “What’s on your minds?”

“That obvious,” Luke asked.

Jesse chuckled. “Yes,” the eldest Duke replied and stopped just before the porch steps.

“We were kinda thinking about helping out on one of Daney’s cases,” Bo said. “Except Daisy isn’t around to inquire about going through their room.”

Jesse nodded. He knew his nephews had assisted investigations before. “What are you standing around for?” He demanded softly.

“Wouldn’t be right to go through their things,” Luke responded. Hadn’t his uncle heard Bo when the younger man spoke.

“They’d understand,” Jesse turned to walk toward the barn. He had only left the hospital to check on the farm and chores. The boys had to consider that their actions might do more harm than good. Maybe they had and just decided to see if a client would agree. “If they have questions, I’ll take care of ‘em,” he stated. Not that Jesse thought there’d be any. “Besides I don’t think you’ll find any records without that backpack.”

“Do you know where that is?” Bo asked hesitantly.

“By the piano,” Jesse replied. “Few days ago.”

“We didn’t look around the bench,” Luke commented. The older Duke heard the screen door open, two pairs of boots step into the house. Jesse proceeded to the barn, the screen door closed. The boys had found nothing in a quick scan of the living room. Directed their attention to the girl’s bedroom. As the boys were peeking under the bed, they heard a car announce it’s presence on the property.

“Probably just Daisy,” Luke guessed. He and Bo scooted out from beneath the bed. “Let’s go see,” Bo suggested. Another car pulled into the front yard, peaking their curiosity about who was outside.

“Maybe Enos followed her home,” Luke commented. They went out into the hall and to the open front door. They paused, looking out at the familiar vehicles, except there was an unfamiliar woman getting out of the one car.

“It’s Enos,” Bo said, reached to push the screen door open. “But that ain’t anyone I’ve seen before,” Luke followed his cousin out onto the porch.

“Me either,” Bo whispered and smiled. “Howdy Enos, whose your lady friend?”

“This is Miss Holliday,” he shouted. “She was supposed to meet Daney at the bail bond agency.”

“Well Miss Holliday, she isn’t at home,” Luke started to explain.

Miss Holliday interrupted. “Yes, your sweet Sheriff told me all about her unfortunate incident.”

“He did?” The boys answered, a moment apart. They walked down the steps closer to the lady and Enos.

“Um hum,” she said. “Deputy Strate was kind enough to escort me out here since your uncle insisted any one wanting to see her, was to speak with him.”

“Oh,” Bo looked at the woman. “I wasn’t aware of that, miss.”

“He’s in the barn, miss.” Luke said.

“I’m right here,” Jesse’s voice was even toned. “Heard the cars pull in.” He looked sharply at the woman. “What can I do for you, miss?”

“Daney was kind enough to locate a car for me,” she paused. “I just wanted to leave the payment we’d agreed on.”

Jesse’s gaze darted to the car in the yard. He had seen it parked outside of the used car lot earlier in the week. “It’s a nice one,” he paused. “If you like could leave it in the house,” he smiled.

“I’d prefer to go to the hospital,” she said.

Jesse nodded. “Excuse me, I didn’t get your name, miss?” He inquired.

“Sabrina Eros Holliday, sir.” She smiled.

“Miss Holliday, evening visiting hours aren’t for a bit,” Jesse added truthfully. While this lady’s reason for being at his farm seemed decent enough, she was a stranger to him and the boys. “Enos, we appreciate the investigation that the Sheriff’s Department done.”

Enos blushed. They hadn’t treated the case any differently than if it had been a visitor to town. “Just doing what we’re paid for, sir.” He looked over to the 1971 dark purple four-door subcompact. “Sure is a cute bug,” he mused.

“Enos, that’s a car!” the boys said, slightly confused. Enos and Miss Holliday laughed.

“It’s a Plymouth Cricket?” Jesse asked.

“Yeah,” Miss Holliday confirmed. “I saw one at a car show and let some folks know I wanted to acquire one.”

“Maybe you could help us, Miss Holliday,” Bo suggested. “Me and Luke here want to help on one of our cousin’s cases.”

“Are you private investigators too?” Bree asked curiously.

“Not exactly,” Luke admitted hesitantly.

“I think that’s a sweet idea but as a legal official,” she paused and stared at the Duke cousins. “I encourage you not too.”

“You’re an attorney?” the boys asked.

Bree nodded. “Um hum,” she smiled.

“Not like Mr. Bronke at the courthouse,” Enos added. “She deals in the entertainment field.”

While the boys and Jesse are getting to know Miss Holliday with Enos’s assistance, why don’t we check in on Boss.

“Cooter, I need my car by four pm,” J.D. glared at the mechanic. “My lambykins will be arriving at the airport then.”

“The parts just aren’t available.” Cooter insisted. “I’d be glad to loan you a vehicle or why not send Rosco, Enos or Cletus?”
He suggested.

“They’re busy at the Sheriff’s Department,” J.D. replied. “Post office doesn’t close until five.” Boss added, in case Cooter
was thinking the Hazzard Cab Company might be an option. “I could maybe be persuaded to refinance your garage mortgage?”

Cooter shook his head. “I’d appreciate that greatly but the parts aren’t here.”

“Can’t you just close for an itty bit and get them?” J.D. asked. “It’s for Miss Lulu.”

“Boss,” Cooter began organizing some tools on the desk. “What about your used car lot?”

“Oh,” J.D. pursed his lips. “Lulu might think I got her new car.”

“Yeah,” Cooter nodded. “You’d rather not have to deal with that.”

“Uh huh,” J.D. said. He glanced outside and saw a couple walking along the street. “Thanks, Cooter.”

“You’re welcome,” Cooter replied. He waited a few seconds to peek where Boss had headed too.

Daisy saw the country commissioner amble briskly toward her and Dale. “Good afternoon, Boss.” She hollered politely.
There was no point in pretending she had not seen him.

“Daisy, honey… how would you like the afternoon off?” Boss said, as he got a few feet from them.

Daisy blinked in surprise. “Boss, you know I can’t afford to do that.”

“You’d be able too,” J.D. smiled. “I need a vehicle to pick up my Lulu from the airport,” He paused.
“And I’m willing to pay a fair price for the loan of your lovely jeep.”

“Boss, I don’t think I heard you right.” Daisy shook her head. “You want to pay to borrow Dixie?”

J.D. nodded. “To pick up Miss Lulu from the airport,” he repeated.

“Um,” Daisy hesitated. “I don’t know what a fair price would be and I wouldn’t want to over charge you,” she answered.

“Please,” J.D. whispered. “I’d ask Bo and Luke but I lifted their probation so they could go work on some case.”

Daisy stared at him. She had heard the boys talking outside the hospital, on her way to the parking lot after her uncle had
convinced her to go to work.

“Twenty five and gas?” J.D. offered. “Back in a couple of hours, you could even finish your shift.”

Daisy smiled. “The boys were going to work on a case?”

“That’s what they claimed,” J.D. said.

“I don’t think Uncle Jesse would like me charging you for borrowing Dixie,” she paused, dug the key from her jeans pocket.
“Boss, you can keep her until your vehicle is back on the road.” She held the key out to him.

“You sure?” J.D. took the key. “Cooter said it might be a day.”

“That’s no problem,” Daisy replied. “I don’t work tomorrow.”

“Allright,” J.D. smiled. “Thank you kindly, Daisy.”

“You’re welcome,” she waved at the county commissioner. “Tell Miss Lulu hi, please.”

“I will,” He agreed and scampered toward the white jeep.

“Daisy,” Dale waited to speak until Dixie was down the street. “What time did you need to be at work?”

She listened to Eldon on the radio station’s outdoor speakers announce some news and the time. “In about fifteen minutes,”
Daisy laughed.

“You can use a phone at the Gazette,” Dale suggested. “Then I could give you a ride to work.”

“You don’t have a cb?” She asked. That would be quicker than a phone call. They started walking toward the newspaper office.

“Not on my bike,” he answered.

“Yeah, what kind is it?” Daisy questioned curiously. He was finished telling her when they approached the building. Daisy went inside. Dale continued toward the alley where he had parked. A few minutes later, Daisy came out of the building. Dale was waiting on his ’59 Triumph Thunderbird. He was about to offer his helmet when they heard a spunky voice shouting.

“Daisy, I’m glad to see you!” Emma Tisdale hurried toward the young people. Some envelopes clutched in her tiny hands. “None of you Dukes stopped in for the mail today.”

“I’m sorry Miz Tisdale,” Daisy said. “Uncle Jesse might be at the hospital.”

“Oh, he hurt?” Miz Tisdale almost dropped the items onto the sidewalk.

Daisy shook her head. She lifted a hand to brush some hair out of her face. “He’s fine. It’s Daney. She tripped or something last night, hasn’t woken up.”

“I hope she’s better soon,” Miz Tisdale held the envelopes out. Her attention focused on the motorcycle. She whistled. “Maybe I’ll get one of those, next time I’m in the market for new wheels.” She glanced at the young man. “Drive pretty good?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He answered.

“Miz Tisdale,” Daisy smiled. “Our mail, please.” She held a hand out.

“Yes,” she laid them into Daisy’s out reached hand. “I gotta get back to work.” The petite postmistress smiled at Daisy and Dale.

“Take care Miz Tisdale,” they both said. Daisy took the helmet.

“You too,” Miz Tisdale commented. Emma chuckled, seeing Daisy put the letters into the helmet before putting it on her head.
She began to walk back her work place. She waved to them as the motorcycle mingled in the afternoon traffic.

“One of those will be fine,” Cletus informed the bakery clerk. “Maybe two of those,” He pointed an index finger toward some pastries on the middle rack. Careful not to touch the glass case. “Sure smells good in here,” he said. “What’s cooking?”

“Apple Betty,” the clerk replied. “For an order.”

“Umm,” Cletus lifted a hand to his face, rubbed his thumb along his jaw. “Cinnamon.”

“It’s for an order,” the clerk stated casually.

“Oh,” Cletus sighed. Rosco and Enos would have been surprised at the fresh baked treat. The clerk saw his expression.
“Would you like me to see if there will be any left over?” She asked.

Cletus smiled. “If it’s not too much trouble.” He said.

“All right,” she turned and went into the kitchen. Cletus was beginning to think she got lost, when she reappeared with a foil covered
aluminum pie plate. “Are you going to be able to carry all this?” She looked from the item in her hands to the counter.

“Sure,” Cletus answered and got his wallet from his back pocket.

“Because this is still very hot,” she commented about the apple betty.

“How much for all of it?” He asked and opened the wallet.

She smiled. “The baker said if you were taking it right to the police station, no charge.”

“I am going to the department but I have to pay for it,” he insisted. Cousin Boss wouldn’t approve of him accepting the items free.

“I’ll just charge you for what’s in the bag,” she said.

He took a bill out and put it on top of the glass case. “Five?”

“Yep,” she agreed, then put the pie plate on the counter. The clerk watched him close the wallet, and place it back in a pocket. Someone yelled from the kitchen. “Have a nice afternoon, Cletus.” She took the money and ran back to the kitchen.

“You too,” he said, put the bag of pastries on top of the pie plate. “Oooo,” he murmured. The clerk hadn’t been kidding about it being hot. He glanced toward the cash register and saw one of the bakery boxes laying sideways against the register. He took the box, then slid it under the pie plate. Cletus picked up the bundle and turned toward the door.

A few minutes later, Rosco had sat down at his desk with a cup of coffee when he heard the booking room doors open. He hadn’t even bothered to close the office door. “Enos, Cletus?” He called out.

“It’s me Sheriff,” Cletus answered. “Got you a surprise from the bakery.”

“A surprise for me,” Rosco got up from his seat, walked to the doorway. “From the bakery.” He smiled seeing Cletus set a pie plate and bag on to the bench that people waiting to speak with a law officer could sit on. “That wouldn’t be apple betty would it?”

“Yeah,” Cletus said. “Just the pie plate is.”

“Don’t just leave it there, bring it into my office.” Rosco replied. “C’mon.”

Cletus picked up the bundle again. “Fresh made.” He was about half way to the Sheriff’s office, when Enos came running in.

“Freeze Enos,” Rosco urged from where he stood. “Or I’ll have to arrest you for walk and assault on bakery goodies.”

“Bakery goods?” Enos asked, he couldn’t quite make out what Cletus was holding. “Ooo, you were at the bakery.”
Enos smiled. “You got plates and utensils, sir?” He asked.

“Course,” Rosco said. “Get you and Cletus a cup of coffee on your way in.”

“All right,” Enos laughed. He walked toward the coffee maker station, as Cletus followed Rosco into his office. Sure was nice
to see the Sheriff smiling. People in the police department having a moment to relax.

It sure is.

Jesse was startled by a harmonica sound from the hospital room. He peeked through the little window on the door, and saw a
curly haired child responsible. The music stopped, he watched small hands put the harmonica near Daney’s face. Little hospital gown clad shoulders shrugged, then the youngster brought the instrument back to their own mouth, played again. Jesse listened curiously. It wasn’t a recognizable tune, just random notes pieced together.

Bo, Luke and Miss Holliday viewed the older man standing at the end of the hallway. The boys looked at each other, not sure of why Jesse hadn’t gone into the room yet. “Maybe the doctor’s in,” Bo whispered.

“Yeah,” Luke agreed softly. They had arrived a few minutes before visiting time began. There hadn’t been anyone at the nurse’s station. As they got closer, they too heard the faint off-key melody.

“Mr. Duke, you all right?? Bree asked quietly.

He nodded. “Um hum,” he smiled at threesome. “Take a look.” Jesse whispered. He moved from the door so they could peer through the window. The boys let Miss Holliday step to the door first.

“Aww,” Bree mused. She moved away so the boys could glance. And they did, then glanced to their uncle with a puzzled expression on their faces.

“I don’t know,” he answered their unspoken question. As he guessed, they did not know the child either. “Don’t seem right to disturb her.”

Before anyone said another word, the door opened and the foursome stared at the small figure pulling the door handle.

“You want some help, miss?” Bo asked, nudging his cousin who was closer to the door. The little girl smiled at the dark haired man who placed his hand on the door to keep it open.

“That would be nice, mister.” She answered and pointed a finger behind her at the figure in the bed. “She was fussing.”

“Really?” Jesse inquired.

“I started playing, she calmed down.” The little girl paused. She observed each of the four facial expressions before saying more. She stepped into the hallway. “You bring this to room 127,” she pressed the harmonica into the blond man’s right palm.

“Ok,” Bo agreed, and closed his fingers around the mouth pipe. “What’s your name?” Luke questioned.

“Calliope Dean,” a voice sounded from the middle of the hallway. The little girl glanced at a nurse hurrying to the small group.

“I was bored,” the little girl informed everyone how she had arrived in another section of the hospital.

“Sweetheart, you can’t just go wander the halls,” the nurse said gently. She looked at the family. “I-”

“There’s no need to say anything, ma’am.” Bo said. “I get bored in hospitals too.”

“Well, we try not to let that happen,” the nurse smiled. “Calliope, I need to get you back to your room, honey.”

“Nurse, could you check the chart for this room before you do?” Luke asked.

“Sure,” the nurse walked pass everyone into the room. Calliope looked at Jesse. “He’ll remember?” She jerked a thumb in the boys’ direction.

“Yes, they will.” Jesse answered. “Room 127?” He winked at her. The boys smiled at the exchange between their uncle and little girl. She giggled. “Yeah, unless they transfer me somewhere else, what’s your name?”

“Jesse Duke,” he smiled. “And the boys are Bo and Luke,” he glanced to the young woman who had stood quietly in the background. “And this is our friend Miss Holliday.”

Bree smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Calliope.”

Calliope nodded. “It’s nice to meet all of you too.” The nurse rejoined them. “A check was done about an hour ago but no changes noted,” she said. “I really must get Calliope back to her room.” She held a hand out. Calliope hesitantly took the white uniformed woman’s hand.

“Thank you miss,” Jesse said to the nurse and Calliope as the twosome stepped away from the group.

“You’re welcome,” they both said. The boys stayed in the hall, while Jesse and Miss Holliday went into the room.

I’m just a little curious what Miss Lulu’s reaction to the county commissioner will be…

“J.D., what in the world are you doing with Daisy’s jeep?” Lulu exclaimed. “You didn’t foreclose on their property again?” She
stared at her husband.

“Oh no, lambykins. I did no such thing,” J.D. insisted. He couldn’t blame his wife for the accusation. “Merely needed a vehicle to pick you up and offered a fair price to rent this.” He explained.

“Jefferson Davis, honey you own a car lot.” Miss Lulu chuckled.

J.D. nodded. “Yeah but this is nicer than anything on that lot right now.” He smiled.

“What about your own car?” Lulu asked.

“It’s at the garage, parts weren’t available.” J.D. replied. He could tell from her expression, she was not satisfied with his explanation so far. “I really didn’t feel like borrowing a clunker from Cooter.” He paused. “How was your trip?”

“Fine,” Lulu stared at him. “Aren’t you going to help with my bags?”

“Yes,” the county commissioner moved from the front seat to the back. “Just hand ‘em over.”

Miss Lulu lifted the suitcase to him. “Be careful, there is a new art print in there.”

“A new art print?” Boss’s eyebrows arched. “You didn’t say anything about that on the phone.”

“I didn’t have it then, got it and the provenance at the airport.” Miss Lulu said, watching J.D. fuss with the suitcase for a moment.
Then she picked up the smaller travel case and put it on the front passenger floorboard.

Provenance, J.D. thought to himself. Detailed history of an object; include where and when the item originated, alternations. He turned to view Miss Lulu buckling the driver’s seatbelt in place. “Lulu,” he said quietly.

“I hardly ever get to drive,” Lulu replied.

“All right,” J.D. agreed. Miss Lulu stepped on the gas pedal before Boss got comfortable in the front passenger seat.

Back at the hospital…

Luke leaned against the wall, a few inches from the phone he had used. He was thinking about going out to the General Lee and try to reach Daisy on the cb. No answer at the farm. Boar’s Nest bartender said Daisy had called with permission to be late. That was good, business was slow at the tavern. Mr. Amos had told the oldest cousin, that Daisy had left the Gazette about an hour ago. Maybe she had been on her way to the hospital and stopped to get the mail. There really wasn’t any reason to jump to conclusions.

“Cousin,” he heard and looked to the tall figure calling him from the hallway.

“Bo,” he said. “Something wrong?”

“Jesse, was wondering what was taking you so long.” Bo replied.

“Daisy seems to have disappeared,” Luke said hesitantly.

“I have?” a voice questioned. The boys glanced at Daisy walking from the hospital entrance.

“She don’t look disappeared to me,” Bo teased as the three formed a small group by the telephone.

“Boar’s Nest said you got permission to be late?” Luke asked.

“Yeah,” Daisy smiled. “Boss needed a vehicle to pick up Miss Lulu,” she paused. “Rented Dixie from me.” She and the boys laughed.

Bo cleared his throat. “Must have come into some money or something,” he smiled. “Lifted me and Luke’s probation for a few days.”

“He told me,” Daisy informed them with a mirthful expression. She lifted her hands and placed the left one on Bo’s left shoulder, her right hand came to rest on Luke’s right shoulder. Then gave her cousins a gentle squeeze. “That’s so sweet.” She was quiet as the boys glanced away, their cheeks reddening slightly at the compliment. She brought her hands back to her sides; they looked at their middle cousin again. “He probably thought it’d keep y’all out of his hair,” she playfully teased.

“Yeah,” the boys agreed. “I ran into Lindsay Dale at the newspaper building,” she said. “He’s an assistant editor.”

“Mr. Amos said your piece should be in sometime this weekend,” Luke smiled.

“Um hum,” She reached her hands behind her back and pulled out the mail that she had tucked in between her belt and jeans waistband. She had only put them in the helmet so they wouldn’t blow away. The envelopes came into view for the boys.

“Anything for me?” Bo asked.

“Why don’t we divide this in the room,” she suggested.

“All right,” Luke replied. Walking down the hallway, the boys told Daisy all about Calliope Dean, Bree and the purple Cricket.

“Hmm, that was good Apple Betty.” Cooter said, placing the empty plate and plastic fork into the trash bin. He sat on the corner of his desk, grabbed a rag to wipe his hands.

“Cletus got it fresh at the bakery,” Enos smiled. “Observed you working through Sheriff Rosco’s window.”

“Spying on me?” Cooter teased.

“We weren’t,” Enos replied. “Already thought of who we’d share with, so it wouldn’t go to waste.” He paused. “Checking if you were still at the garage.”

Cooter smiled. “I appreciate it.”

Enos nodded. “Rosco went out on patrol, I got phone duty. Take it easy, buddyro.”

“You too,” blue eyes glanced at Enos going outside, then at the rag. “Got to gather some items for laundry detail,” the town mechanic muttered. He left the building about thirty minutes later with a grocery bag of soiled rags and t-shirts. He waved to the Sheriff getting out of his patrol car. The town mechanic got into his truck. He saw Rosco waving at him in the side mirror. Cooter tooted the truck’s horn, then headed home.

At the Hogg house, J.D. and Miss Lulu sat on the porch swing sipping coffee. “You make sure Rosco and Enos got uniforms pressed for my event.”

J.D. sat the mug on the window ledge. “Official police work, they aren’t going to be able to stay.”

She sat her cup on the porch floor. “You hire security?” Lulu asked.

J.D. nodded. “Cletus.”

“Ok,” Lulu said, and her head tilted down to rest on J.D.’s shoulder. He raised his arm and put it around Lulu’s neck, his hand was touching her shoulder. She scooted a little closer to him. “Nice out here ain’t it?” J.D. patted her shoulder in response. Dark eyes focused on a truck driving by, then at stars in the sky.

Nice but we haven’t seen the boys help on a case or have we? Let’s check back in at the hospital.

“Bump ‘em, bust ‘em and bag ‘em.” A male voice on the television set spoke authority.

Bo whistled. His eyes on the screen image gray-jacketed man. Luke wrinkled his nose. “That outfit.” He commented on the red suit that Maxwell’s friend Ralph was dressed in. Without the belt and cape, they might substitute for pajamas. “C’mon, the doctor says we can go in now.” Daisy announced to the boys. They got up from their seats and followed her. The three cousins were greeted not only by a wave from Jesse, by one from Daney. The phone receiver pressed against her left ear.

“The doctor isn’t releasing me until tomorrow morning,” she was explaining to the person on the other end of the line. “There isn’t any way for you to pick them up here at the hospital or my uncle’s farm?” She sighed. “Ok, I could ask my cousins to bring them, please hold.” She glanced at the boys. “Would you two be interested in assisting on a case?” She whispered.

“Yeah,” Bo answered for himself and Luke without getting any further details. She smiled and returned to the phone conversation. “They’ll be on their way to you very soon. Thank you.” She placed the phone receiver back into its cradle. She saw a notepad and pen on the stand. “Uncle Jesse, could you write for me please?”

“Sure,” Jesse got the items from the stand. “Geyer Boulevard exit, 321 Crannell Street.” She answered. Looked again at the boys. “Brown house, mailbox slot.”

“Isn’t that against the law?” Daisy asked.

“Client instructions,” Daney replied. Jesse laid the paper with instructions on the bed, placed the tablet and pen back on the stand.

“What are we suppose to deliver?” Luke inquired.

“Paperwork,” Daney’s face lost some color. “Did anyone happen to get the mail today?”

“Yeah,” Daisy smiled at her. “On the stand, you want me to find something?” She moved to the little bed table stand.

“Please,” Daney whispered, her face returning to its normal color. “Anything from out of state?”

The boys and Jesse watched Daisy separate the pieces into different piles. “Um hum,” Daisy held the two envelopes out for her cousin. She looked at the boys. “Nothing for either of you.”

Daney took one of them. “This and a manila envelope marked Josie Allison with green ink from my backpack by midnight if you don’t mind.”

“No problem,” Bo grinned at his cousin. He stepped over to the bed and reached for the envelope. Luke came to stand beside him.
“Just one question before we go, Daney.”

“How much are we getting for this?” Luke asked. He actually wasn’t expecting anything.

“Luke,” Jesse said.

“It’s ok, Uncle Jesse.” Daney replied. “Being late, I’m not sure how much- boys can have ninety percent.”

“I was just teasing,” Luke leaned over to hug his cousin. “But we won’t refuse if you really want to pay us.”

Daney hugged her cousin. “Fair is fair.” She gave him the envelope and address paper after he released the embrace.

Then Bo leaned down to hug her. “Where’s your back pack?”

Daney reached her hands up around his neck to hug her youngest cousin. “Bedroom closet.”

Bo smiled and hugged her, then quietly stepped away from the bed.

“Sorry it’s not a more exciting assignment,” Daney said, the boys walked toward the door.

“It’s all right, just glad we’re able to help.” Luke glanced over his shoulder with a smile. He was actually glad it was something simple like it was.

“Be careful,” Jesse said.

“We will,” Bo replied. He and his older cousin left the room.

“Daisy, aren’t you suppose to be at the Boar’s Nest?” Daney asked.

“Boss said I could be late,” she explained how Boss had rented Dixie. She had called the tavern while the doctor was in with Daney when she woke up. The bartender had said not to come after all. Then Jesse told Daney about Bree and Calliope Dean.

The General Lee was maneuvering out of the parking lot; Daisy, Daney and Jesse arrived at room 127. The little girl’s attention was on the television show closing credits that Bo and Luke had been watching in the lounge. A harmonica on the table stand.

“That’s a neat show.” Daney said, walking into the room.

Calliope Dean turned toward the voice and saw the three people who came to visit. “You woke up.” She smiled. Hazel eyes peered curiously at the other unknown woman. “Who are you?”

“Their cousin Daisy,” Jesse said, referring to the boys and Daney. “We stopped by to make sure you got your harmonica.”

Calliope grabbed it off the stand. “Yes, they were here during the last commercial break.” She laughed.

“Thank you,” Daney said.

“You’re welcome,” Calliope answered.

Jesse heard footsteps in the hallway. “We’d love to stay and chat but you know how the nurses are.” He commented.

“They’re just doing their job,” Calliope yawned.

“It was nice meeting you,” Daney and Daisy said. Both wanted to say more but a nurse came into the room. One who had heard about Calliope wandering to another room, but no other details.

Jesse stepped over to the woman and conversed with her in a whispered tone as his nieces said good night to the little girl who had fallen fast asleep. The nurse smiled at the story. And told the family a little more about Calliope’s history and what had brought her to the hospital.

As they were walking down the hallway, Jesse mentioned to his niece. “Calliope mentioned you were fussing, I meant to ask her more about that.”

“Maybe she’ll tell us tomorrow when we visit,” Daney replied. “Daisy, can you-”

“Pick her up a thank you gift,” Daisy finished the sentence.

Daney nodded and smiled. “I’ll give you the money tomorrow.”

“Mr. Amos paid for my article and photos.” Daisy told her cousin and uncle.

“That’s great,” Jesse smiled. Whether his niece became a full time reporter or not, at least she was trying something new.

“It sure is,” Daney agreed. “When’s it suppose to run?”

“He wasn’t sure on the article,” Daisy paused. “At least one of the photos sometime over the weekend,” she smiled.

“Better than nothing,” Jesse commented.

“Um hum,” Daisy said and looked at her cousin. “I’ll be here after getting Dixie from Boss.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Daney answered. “Could you bring a change of clothes too?” She asked.

“What do you want me to bring?” Daisy inquired, as they approached Daney’s room.

“T- shirt and jeans,” she replied. Daney turned to give her uncle a hug. “Thanks for the reading material.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered and hugged her. “Daisy, you wanna grab that mail before we go.”

“Sure,” Daisy went into the room. She got not only the mail parcels, also the envelope that Miss Holliday had left.

She came back into the hallway where her uncle and cousin stood. She handed all but the one piece to Jesse.
Daisy held it out to her cousin. “Sabrina left this for you.”

“Oh,” Daney said and took the envelope. She peeked inside and hugged her cousin. As Daisy returned the hug, she whispered what to do with part of the contents. They stepped away from each other with a smile. Jesse smiled at them curiously.

* * *

Next afternoon, Jesse took his truck into town to get new tires. He had gone to the Post Office for the mail; got a newspaper from the drug store. He saw Billy Joe Fong coming out of the bank. He walked toward the younger man. “How are you today?” He inquired.

“Fine Mr. Jesse, sir.” He said.

“How’s business?” Jesse asked. He had a little money left from what his nephews and nieces had given him. With household goods taken care of and no other car repairs, Jesse thought of a nice surprise for not just his kin but also folks important to the community.

“Oh not too bad,” Billy Joe smiled. “For middle of week.”

Jesse smiled. “Are you on lunch?”

“Just an errand,” Billy Joe replied.

“How long would it take for an order?” Jesse said.

“That depends on what you want and how many it is for,” Billy Joe paused. “Usually not too long.” He looked at the older gentleman.
“Maybe you wish to look over selections.”

Jesse nodded. The elderly farmer followed Billy Joe over to his place, to the kitchen. After fifteen minutes of discussing choices and recommendations, Jesse placed an order he would pick up after his truck was done. A second order delivered to the Sheriff’s Office, the garage and Miz Tisdale.

“How much extra for delivery?” Jesse inquired after Billy Joe had the receipt written.

Billy Joe smiled. “No charge if you tell me a story about running mountain dew.”

“Sure,” Jesse agreed. One story led to another as Billy Joe prepared the orders.

Dixie and the General Lee were parked along Scarbury Road near a decent fishing area. At least usually it was, so far the boys hadn’t caught anything. They had decided to stop for the day and already put their gear away, when Daisy and Daney stopped to see how they were doing. “I’ll get something later at the drive in but Jesse,” Luke rambled concerned.

“I think there is some left over stew,” Daisy said.

“Yeah,” Bo agreed. He looked at another cousin, to help change the subject. “You have any other cases you need help with?”

“What?” Daney asked. Not that she would mind them helping again, some cases required a lot more time than a few hours.
Or dropping off papers.

“There is some time left on the probation restrictions lift,” he replied.

“Maybe,” she smiled. “Robyn was pleased with you fellas last night.”

“When did you talk to her?” Luke asked curiously.

“Little while ago,” Daney paused. “She called the farm.”

“Really?” Bo inquired. Him and Luke hadn’t stayed too late, they had been there long enough to get acquired. “She seemed nice.”

“Glad you feel that way,” Daney looked at her blond cousin. “She was wondering if one of you would escort her to dinner tonight.”

“And what did you tell her?” Luke barely squeaked out. He had made plans last night. While Bo had taken the item back to the little girl, he had phoned his friend.

“That you’d call as soon as you got home,” Daisy answered. “If she didn’t hear by a certain time, then you probably weren’t available.”

“I don’t have any plans,” Bo stated. “But I ain’t sure if I got the right clothes for a fancy soirée.”

“Cousin, how about we go call her first, then panic?” Luke teasingly suggested.

Bo smiled. “Let’s go.”

“See you at home,” Daisy and Daney waved to the boys, then got into the jeep. The orange stockcar’s horn sounded a reply.

Jesse had put the food onto plates to stay warm in the oven. He was heading out to the barn, when Dixie and General Lee came onto the farm property. One vehicle used the driveway, the other trailing across the back acreage. He did not see any police cruisers in hot pursuit of either, no wailing sirens in the warm autumn late afternoon. “Where’s going on?” He asked, glancing from the girls exiting the jeep, the boys getting out the orange stockcar.

“Bo and Luke have dates,” Daisy answered.

“And we’re going to help them get ready,” Daney added.

The four cousins saw their uncle chuckle and rushed inside. Bo to the telephone, Luke toward his bedroom and the girls followed their older cousin.

While they work out the details, let’s peek in at the courthouse…

Rosco and Enos had barely gotten through the booking room doors from patrol, the county commissioner’s bellowed for them to report to his office. “Sheriff, something smells good.” Enos commented. They walked to Boss’s office. The county commissioner was seated behind his desk. Cletus sitting on a folding chair. “Howdy,” the younger Hogg greeted.

“Howdy,” Enos replied.

“Boss, what did you want to see us about?” Rosco asked.

“This,” J.D. pointed a chubby index finger at paper cartons and Styrofoam containers covering his desk.

“I didn’t order any dinner,” Rosco looked suspiciously at the items.

“Me either,” Enos said.

“The delivery person didn’t ask for any money,” J.D. paused. “Was already paid for.”

“You already took it out of our pay?” The Sheriff questioned.

J.D. shook his head. “Rosco, apparently Jesse’s the culprit.”

“You want us to go find out how come he did this?” Enos inquired.

“I want you to get what your gonna eat,” Boss smiled. “So’s I can take the rest home with me.”

“If you insist,” Rosco grinned.

“Cletus, why don’t you go first?” Enos suggested. “Allright,” Cletus agreed. He started to open one of the containers.

“J.D.,” Lulu’s voice interrupted any further conversation regarding why Jesse might have done this. “Did you forget you were supposed to take me somewhere?”

“Of course not,” Boss replied as Lulu walked into the room. “But we got time to eat first don’t we?”

Lulu blinked in surprise at the scene. “Is there any fortune cookies?” She smiled.

“Haven’t seen ‘em yet,” Enos said, then looked curiously at Boss. “Did Jesse drop this off?”

“It was delivered,” J.D. replied.

“Here’s one,” Cletus held out a fortune cookie for his cousin in law. “And it’s not all broke.”

“Thank you,” Lulu took it and removed the plastic wrapper off it. The others continued getting their plates fixed. “Um,” Lulu chewed for a moment and swallowed the treat. She read the tiny slip from the cookie. “An ending can be a new beginning.”

“No numbers or word translations?” Cletus asked.

Lulu turned the paper over and shook her head. “They don’t always,” she answered.

“Hey Boss, did Ace Parker get a hold of you today?” Rosco looked at his brother in law.

J.D. laid his fork on the plate with a few bites of rice left on it. “Was he suppose too?” He reached for a napkin.

“Uh huh,” Enos said. “Sold a vehicle yesterday.”

J.D. smiled. “I’ll just stop and see him on the way to the appointment Miss Lulu and me have,” he replied, wiped his hands.
And tossed the napkin onto the plate. “We’ll be late for if we don’t get going,” Miss Lulu suggested, stepped over to the door.

Boss glanced at the clock on the wall. He pushed his seat back a little and got out of it. “Which we certainly don’t want to do.”
He joined Lulu at the door. “Y’all don’t leave a mess in here, please.” He requested.

“We won’t,” Cletus answered cheerfully to the couple walking out to the booking room.

“You two can clean up while I work on reports,” Rosco said.

“Sheriff, I wanted to take that money I got earlier and get some new comics before the book store closes.” Enos said.

“You can clean up when you get back,” Rosco replied. “If you didn’t have the money, you wouldn’t be worrying about spending it.” Daisy had stopped by the station before lunch with an envelope for him and Enos. It contained the commission for assisting Miss Holliday with acquiring her purple cricket. Daney had only felt it was fair that the Sheriff’s Department divide the fee between themselves, since they had taken Sabrina over to the car dealer.

“Rosco, wasn’t that nice of Cousin Boss to lift the boys’ probation?” Cletus said, beginning to clean the items from the desk.

“What?” The Sheriff looked at him. “When did he do that?”

“Yesterday,” Cletus answered. “They came into the Boar’s Nest and talked with him.”

“You’re kidding me?” Rosco glanced to the calendar beneath the mess of containers.

Cletus shook his head. “Cooter was there too.”

“That was sure nice of Mr. Hogg.” Enos said. He picked a few items up to put in the trash.

“Yeah,” Rosco agreed. “And how long was this to be for?”

“Just a few days,” Cletus answered. The mess almost cleaned up.

“It’ll be like vacation,” Rosco smiled. He liked that idea a lot. The Sheriff was feeling a bit sleepy after the meal. “Enos weren’t you going to the book store?”

“I’ll go tomorrow,” Enos glanced at his watch. “They closed an hour ago.”

“Which one was you interested in, I might have it at home.” Cletus offered. “May not have even read it, be almost like brand new.”

“I’d have to see the cover,” Enos replied. “Thanks Cletus.”

“You can do that when you drop him off while you’re out on patrol,” Rosco suggested. “You need a ride don’t ya Cletus?”

“No, uh yes.” Cletus corrected his reply. “That’ll be nice.”

“Few more things and we can leave,” Enos pointed down to the desk.

“I’ll get them,” Rosco said and grabbed the items. He put them in the wastebasket that was almost full. He got the sack from the trash receptacle. Tied it closed. “You wouldn’t mind throwing this in the dumpster before you go?” He held it out for one of them to take.

“Not at all,” Cletus took the white trash bag. “Have a good night, Sheriff.”

“You too,” Rosco replied. “Enos, take your time. No need to rush back.”

“Enjoy your nap, Sheriff.” Enos smiled. He quickly left the county commissioner’s office with Cletus. Enos didn’t think there was anything wrong with Rosco or himself taking a nap, especially if they had not gotten much sleep the night before.

Let’s peek in on the Dukes again…

“You really think this is allright?” Bo asked. He stood in the yard, dressed in a long sleeve red shirt, beige dress pants and boots.

“It’s casual,” Daney replied.

“You don’t get going, you’ll be late.” Jesse had his pocket watch in his right hand.

“I know but,” Bo paused. While his family all seemed confide his attire would be fine, he just was not sure.

Daisy smiled at him. “You look nice.”

Luke came out the front door then, wearing a white long sleeved shirt, jeans and boots. “Thought you left already.”
He smiled at his youngest cousin, stepped close to the rest of the family.

“He looks dressier than I do,” Bo exclaimed.

Luke shook his head. “No, I don’t.” He retorted calmly.

“That’s good, get the tension out before you go.” Jesse commented. Figuring it was just nervousness the young man felt.

“Yeah,” Bo replied. “Cousin, I’ll race you to Post Road.” He pulled out a set of keys from his shirt pocket.

“Sure,” the dark haired man agreed. He made a dash to the orange stock car. They had already discussed he’d drive that, Bo would borrow his cousin’s jeep. Jesse had said Daisy and Daney could use his truck if they needed a vehicle “Have fun you two,” Daney yelled over the roaring purr of the two engines. She, Daisy and Jesse watched Dixie and General Lee speed out of the driveway onto Mill Road.

“Laundry should be dry now,” Daisy said casually. They had put it out earlier in the morning before going to pick up Dixie from Boss.

“Yeah,” Daney agreed. The two cousins walked over to the clothesline. Jesse went inside and got the newspaper. Then came back and sat on the porch steps with it. Jesse had finished reading, and placed the Gazette next to him. Daisy and Daney finished the last chore for the day. They came over to enjoy watching the sun begin to set.

In Hazzard County, never know who will show where or doing what.

Garden Variety Piecework

by: Tara

By Fresnel light, a ship journeys in from sea to port, or churns lake/river waters and harbor channels. The vessel’s captain trusts that the keeper has maintained it; even on the darkest night.

Pharos’s mysterious “mirror” that served 285 B.C. Alexandria.

Maine… North Atlantic… South Atlantic… Western Great Lakes… California… Pacific Northwest.

Uniquely designed; only markers that could identify what location it was for the captain were the same color and pattern. Iron tripodish in the water, 50 to 200 foot high towers located on a sandy beach near the shore line. Whether nestled along a cliff or at the end of a bridge, each had the same duty… guide a ship and its cargo, like a mountain hiker’s lantern on a trail. Each was given a name not a number.

Keeper’s log divided into A to Z sections: History – building changes, natural or unnatural. Law – U.S. Code Title 33, chapter 16. Mishaps – ship or personnel accidents. News – other lighthouses. Order – supply list.

A lot to absorb, fundamental to the job. Construction was mostly from local materials. Onshore- wood, rubblestone, cut stone, brick, cast iron plate, iron or steel skeletal, and reinforced concrete. Offshore – straight pile or screw pile, caisson, crib, pier/breakwater. Property could also include Boathouse, Storehouse, Keeper’s Dwelling, Oil house, Fog Signal building. Necessities besides the lantern were radio, beacon and boat.

Experience didn’t always guarantee a successful period for a light keeper. Many elements and objects needed to work in order for a job to be done. Board or rope could break in the middle of recovery attempt. Never knowing exactly when guests would arrive. Or what assistance they might need. Ironic sanctuary this night.

Red…strontium, Green… barium, Blue… copper, Yellow… sodium.

Softly mused color and ingredients that lit the darkened sky like a thunder storm’s lightening. Potassium chlorate helped give a brighter, deeper hue. Italian fire masters during the 1830s had discovered the way to make fireworks more than just orange sparks or white metallics, gold or silver tinted. Nine hundred years later the gunpowder mixture of 75% saltpeter, 5% charcoal, 10% charcoal was still used. Potassium Nitrate made the chemicals burn faster resulting in a louder sounding explosive. Sometime in the period of 1400 -1500, canister shells were invented, along with “ground fountains”, the latter receiving its name from dense shower sparks.

A glance out toward a boat anchored several hundred yards away. It had been found that letting pyros off over a body of water led to a more spectacular show.

1730ish, creation of “quick match” allowed for more than one powder work to be lit at the same time by skilled technician. A long way from China’s Han dynasty bamboo sticks to spherical aerial canisters and set pieces; pictures or words made from hundreds of small torches. Alchemists, carpenters, metalworkers, masons, painters and other professionals worked to make bigger bangs, light flashes and new structures for elaborate viewing.

Addition of fine aluminum instead of black powder balanced with correct oxidizer created a faster, hotter mixture called flash powder. Effect allowed aerial salutes and noisier firecrackers. The female inspector forgot work and immersed into enjoyment of July 4th festives…

Jesse closed the journal and placed it back among the various books on the shelf. Ink splots and written text faded over the years, there to view from keen interest or peaked curiosity.

* * *

Bo’s smile widened at seeing a familiar figure seated on the Gazebo steps. He glanced over at the General parked in front of Rhuebottom’s, then walked over. “How are you?”

“Beauregard Duke!” The young woman exclaimed and stood up. “I’m fine, yourself?”

“Not too bad, weekly staples trip.” He answered. “Gonna be staying long?”

“Just in town to drop off papers to Miss Lulu.” She reached a hand out and gave Bo’s left arm a playful squeeze. “I got time to have soda with an old friend if you’re interested.” She grinned at Bo’s teasing expression.

“That’d be fine with me,” Bo paused. “But don’t we need to look for your old friend first?”

“C’mon,” She tugged the young man’s medium blue colored shirt. “How’s Luke?”

“You can ask him at the drug store,” Bo replied.

“Possum on a gum bush,” A male voice exclaimed and whistled softly. Cooter shut the driver’s side tow truck door. He watched the red haired woman dressed in a pleasant blouse and bell bottoms venture with Bo toward the Hazzard Drug Store. He turned his attention to a white Plymouth parked on the gas pump side closer to the street. “Hey Enos, you see who I saw,” He pointed in the direction of where the companions had been moments before.

“Bo…hmm” The deputy’s words muffled as he tilted his head more out the partially open patrol car window. “You think one of us should go over?” Enos mused.

Cooter shook his head. “Nah.”

“Buddy roe, can you the power steering fluid?” Enos paused. “Barely made one of the turns over by Willet’s Corners.”

“Pop the hood,” Cooter said and stepped to the front of the vehicle. “Oil, transmission and window washer levels too?”

“If it ain’t no trouble,” Enos replied. He glanced over to where Boss and Lulu were coming out of the courthouse. He observed the portly county commissioner and his wife. Cooter began to tinker under the hood.

“She said it wouldn’t take long to get here taking the highway,” Lulu sighed.

“Maybe there was some construction,” Boss suggested.

“Chickabiddy,” Lulu’s hands loosened from the purse strap held. “I need those papers by 5pm.”

Boss nodded. “I know and you’ll have ‘em. Now why don’t we go have ourselves a snack over at that little coffee shop?”

“Oh,” Lulu said quietly. “Here I am going on about something and you ain’t eat this morning because of your physical.”

“It’s alright,” Boss gave his wife a big smile. “We leave now, everything’ll be alright.”

“Ok, J.D.,” Lulu glanced over to Cooter’s Garage. She lifted a hand, then waved at Enos and Cooter. The mechanic scribbling hastily on a notepad. Enos looking at his ticket book. “I just worry with her having been gone, she may not recognize anything.”

“Strawberry pie, I told you everything will be alright. Now can we please go?” Boss asked.

“Of course,” Lulu replied. She waited for him to open the Cadillac’s passenger door. It was a nice morning for a drive in the convertible.

* * *

“How fast could you map out a route to the Hawaiian islands?” Daney asked.

Daisy raised her left hand and pressed her palm lightly on her cousin’s forehead. “Are you coming down with something?”

Daney shook her head, resulting in a mumbled answer as her cousin’s hand slid down her face.

“What did you say?” Daisy questioned.

“Not that I know of,” Daney shrugged.

“I liked the first idea of checking with the jewelry store to see if they recall selling this,” Daisy gently ran her left index finger along a grey velvet bag on the Hazzard County Airport registrar’s desk. It contained a heart shaped sliver locket and chain. The locket could be opened to interchange seven crystal stones that were secured on jewelry box plastic inside the bag tied closed by a light grey satin string.

Amethyst, Citrine, Sodalite, Rose Quartz, Aventurine, Blue Lace Agate and Carnelian.

“They’ve seen a catalogue this was featured in,” Daney paused momentarily. “Or heard about it from another customer.”

Daisy laughed. “One of us would get to keep if the owner isn’t found?”

“Not if it gets lost in Boss’s safe.”

“Do we risk carrying it around or find someone to entrust with the care?”

“Compromise, keep until we find someone of that description,” Daney paused. “Let’s not tell anyone we have it.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Daisy smiled. “I do hope we find the owner.”

“They probably don’t even realize it’s missing, otherwise wouldn’t we have seen an ad in the Gazette or flyer on the bulletin board?” Daney mentioned two ordinary places someone would post about such an item of value.

“Depending on when it was lost, might even be a report at the Sheriff’s Office.” Daisy said.

“Received from an inheritance or auction, they might not have known the contents,” Daney added. “Who do you think it belongs too?”

Daisy glanced to her watch, waiting until the second hand gone completely around for a minute. “Impossible. Let’s just take this as it comes, rather than plan anything out.”

“Yeah,” Daney agreed. “Has there been any foreclosures lately?” She stood up, her right hand snatching a purple beret off the desk. She put it on her head, then her left hand reached for the grey jewelry satchel. “If it does turn out to be antique, it’s been well cared or hidden for a long time.”

“Hopefully the jewelry store clerk will be able to tell,” Daisy grabbed her jacket and put it on. Then got a key set from the cork board above the desk. She smiled. “Are we going to let the boys in on this?”

“They’re capable of finding their own adventure,” Daney laughed. “Maybe that’s why they’re always in trouble.”

“We know where to find them if their assistance is required,” Daisy walked to the door. “Jesse too.”

“Always,” Daney opened the door and walked outside. She glanced at the air strip landing. Heard the door creak, click of the key turning the lock. Birds chirping merrily in the morning sky.

“Police Department or jewelry store?” Daisy started to walk toward the dark green Plymouth. She had been thinking. Boss owned the jewelry store. He might even be at his business establishment or the clerk would call him or the Sheriff’s Office.

“Officer, I’d like to file a report.” Rosco turned from filling out a ticket for a late model Buick in front of the paint store. Blue eyes came to gaze at an elderly woman dressed in a white blouse and knee length cotton skirt. “What kinda report, ma’am?”

“My necklace is missing.” She replied.

“Any idea how it disappeared?”

“Not really.”

“Ok,” Rosco paused. He snapped the ticket book shut, then placed it and the pen he had been writing with in his shirt pocket.
“A telephone operator usually has an idea of what’s going on,” Rosco smiled and beckoned for the lady to follow him across the square. “Ma’am…”

“You can call me Hannah, sheriff.” She answered.

“Could you describe it for me, please?” Rosco queried.

“A velvet jewelry bag,” patent leather pumps clunked around a small pothole in the street. “Silver gray. Length of a playing card, width of three decks. Satin string closure.”

“And the necklace?”

“More like a pendant,” She sighed. “Silver. Interchangeable stones made over the years.”

“Those were with it?” Rosco asked as he carefully made his way between two parked vehicles to get to the sidewalk. He did not see the bitter sweet smile come to her lips. “Foam covered cardboard insert.” The Sheriff did hear that and a small sniffle before he asked. “And the necklace hung secured in the middle, chain under that.”

“Yes, sir.”

While Rosco and Hannah ventured into the telephone office, Cooter gently let the hood of Enos’s patrol car down.

“I ain’t sure what to tell ya,” Cooter grabbed an orange rag that had been laid by the gas pump. “Levels look ok, didn’t find any cracked lines or rusted engine parts.”

“Sure do appreciate ya checking,” Enos watched Cooter wipe his hands off. “Guess it just had itself a vapor lock.”

“Just make sure to stop back in if it does it again,” Cooter advised.

Enos grinned. “I will, buddy roe.” He reached to turn the key in the ignition when the Duke men and their lady friend approached.

“Either of you seen Boss and Miss Lulu?” Luke asked. “Victoria’s suppose to deliver some paperwork.”

“Howdy, ma’am.” Cooter and Enos both said. Enos continued speaking. “They drove in the caddy about twenty minutes ago.”

“That would explain why Miss Lulu wasn’t home when I stopped before reacquainting with Bo over by the gazebo,” Victoria said. She looked thoughtfully between the mechanic and deputy. “Any idea where they might have went.”

“Probably to get some grub,” Cooter replied.

“I’m sure Mr. Hogg wouldn’t mind if you waited in his office,” Enos added.

Bo grinned. “You sure that’s a good idea, Enos?”

Enos nodded. He looked sternly at Bo and Luke. “He would mind if you two were, but not her.” Enos smiled.

“So it’d be ok to tell Boss you said it was alright,” Victoria reached a slender hand out and patted the light blue deputy shirt material.

“Hmm,” Enos murmured. The patrol car’s engine started. Bo, Luke and Cooter winced at the grind from the key being held a second longer than needed. Cooter took a few steps back for Enos to be able to drive away. “Thanks again, Cooter.” Enos said and the vehicle moved onto the street.

“Keep it between the ditches,” Cooter hollered as the white patrol car sped forward. Twinkling blue eyes looked at Bo, Luke and Victoria. “Ma’am, you’re more than welcome to wait here if you like.”

“That’s kind of you to offer,” Victoria hesitantly replied. “I could freshen up if you still have the loft?”

“If you don’t mind it being messy,” Cooter said.

Victoria laughed. “Not at all.”

* * *

“You found this at the airstrip?” Jesse looked at his two brunette haired nieces seated in the green Plymouth.

“On our way to town now, sir.” Daney answered.

“Unless you know who it belongs too…” Daisy added.

They watched the red cap slid off the head of white hair down past the metal bucket of chicken feed in his hands, onto the ground. Next to a hen who had followed him from the coop.

“Don’t you get any idea,” Jesse took one hand off the bucket. He stooped down and retrieved his cap. Making the material rustle just a bit to shoo Gabby toward the barn. He stood up. “What makes you think I know who that bag belongs too?”

“You know a lot of things,” Daney offered. Her fingers twisted the bag’s satin string nervously.

Jesse smiled. “Yeah but not everything,” The bucket was sat on the ground. He continued speaking while putting the cap back on. “Might want to stop by Hannah Edgewater’s place. Her husband use to find all sorts stuff after folks left his business.” He paused. “Other than that, I’d take it straight to the Sheriff’s Department.”

“We were gonna try the jewelry store,” Daisy interrupted quietly.

“Oh, you could.” Jesse agreed. “Probably best get going if you wannna get there before they close.”

“Yeah,” Daney paused. Hazel eyes watched Gabby edge closer to an herb patch by the tractor.

“Thanks, Uncle Jesse.” Both cousins said. Jesse smiled and waved. He turned to continue with chores, confident in decision. The elderly farmer began to whistle as the dark green Plymouth backed out the driveway and onto the road.

About that same moment in town, Lulu and Boss had returned to the county courthouse, made their way inside the building.

“Rosco, why ain’t you out on patrol?” Boss demanded upon seeing the Sheriff at the table. Rosco glanced at him.

“Hey Lulu,” Rosco smiled. Gussy hadn’t been very helpful in his investigation of Mrs. Edgewater’s missing item. “Boss, it’s like this. I had to come and file a report, then some folks came in,” He paused to catch his breath. “they’re in your office.”

“Whose in my office?” Boss’s chubby cheeks puffed, his lips pursed together. He was hesitant about having Lulu meet any of his business associates. That way she wouldn’t be asking questions he might not want to answer.

“Miss Edgewater and Victoria,” Rosco said.

“Oh,” Lulu exclaimed. She grabbed Boss’s hand and hurried toward the office door marked County Commissioner.

“Boss,” Rosco started but Boss didn’t hear him over Lulu’s exclamation of “She made it –Victoria, sweetie. I hope your travel wasn’t too bothersome.” She finished speaking, as the door opened for her and Boss to enter his office.

“Them Dukes,” Boss shouted, his hand dropping out of his wife’s hold. Chocolate brown eyes noticed the blond perched on the chair arm, the dark haired one on the desk.

“Khee,” Rosco grinned and thought to himself. I’d have told if Lulu hadn’t been in such a hurry.

“Afternoon Commissioner… Lulu,” Victoria held her arms out to hug the older woman. “What a beautiful dress.”

“Thank you,” Lulu reached her arms out. Her right hand brushed across the young woman’s shoulder. “You sure do look nice.”

“Uh huh,” Bo and Luke mumbled, watching the two women embrace. Boss shook his head. “Papers?” He asked.

Victoria smiled. “On your desk, sir.” She answered. “Miss Hannah, could you pass them over please.”

“Miss Edgewater, that’s alright. I’ll get them.” Boss said and carefully made his way to the desk. “Did you need to see me for something, honey?”

“Came to file a report about a missing pendant,” Hannah replied.

“Did the Sheriff or one of his deputies take care of that for you?” Boss queried sincerely. Hannah’s late husband Alan had been a lighthouse keeper before his station was closed. They had settled in Hazzard about thirty five years ago, after meeting a red haired man named Jesse at the town’s only café.

She nodded. “Yes, Rosco did.”

Boss smiled. Pudgy fingers reached to the desktop for the paper work. “I’m sure Rosco and his department will do all they can to help you.” He glanced at the boys. “What are y’all doing here?”

“Walked over with Victoria,” Bo said. “There is still time to make changes,” Victoria addressed Lulu who had walked to the desk.

Luke moved from the desk corner to make room for Lulu to inspect the documents. He went to the window, peeked out the blinds across the street to the garage. He listened half interested to paperwork discussion ramble, his blond cousin conversing with Miss Edgewater behind him.

“How much do we owe for expenses, Victoria?”

“Nothing, Miss Lulu,” Victoria smiled at the older woman. “It was a nice change of routine to be able to bring the papers to you.”

“Are you sure?” Lulu asked quietly. She wasn’t use to someone refusing her.

Victoria nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She looked to the county commissioner for help.

“Would you accept just an itty bitty token of appreciation,” Boss paused. The faint ringing of the booking room telephone echoed. “Maybe some fresh picked fruits and vegetables?” Dark eyes followed Rosco exiting the room.

“I was planning to get some if I had time,” Victoria admitted. “Is that place with herbs and spices still out just past the interchange?”

Lulu smiled. “Yes. Just tell Mrs. Cromarty we sent you.”

“Alright,” Victoria replied. She still planned to pay for purchases but didn’t want to hurt Lulu’s feelings.

“Victoria, did you park by the paint store?” Luke called out, blue eyes looking out the blinds.

“Yeah,” Victoria said hesitantly.

“Because Enos is walking toward your vehicle with his ticket book in hand,” Luke said.

“Miss Lulu, Boss it was good seeing you both,” Victoria hurried toward the door with Bo, then Luke following her.
“Look forward to doing business with y’all again.” She yelled as her and the boys ran out to the booking room.
Miss Lulu, Rosco and Mrs. Edgewater laughed. Boss looked mildly amused.

He cleared his throat. “Hannah, you said something about a stolen items report?”

“Rosco took care of that,” She said. “We’re waiting to hear back from the jewelry store.”

Boss took his watch from a vest pocket, glanced at the time. “It’s open for another half hour.”
He returned the watch to its place, his fingers gliding over the chain. “I could call if you like.”

“Mr. Hogg, I wouldn’t want to trouble you,” she glanced at Lulu.

“We could walk over, the exercise will do you good, J.D.” Lulu said quickly with a smile.

“That sounds like a good idea but I still have to count monies and get them to the bank,”
He gestured toward the small cash box on top of a beige filing cabinet.

“Just bring it with you,” Rosco suggested. He had seen Boss do that before. “Lulu, ain’t you got to put those papers in your security box?”

“Rosco!” Lulu exclaimed and grabbed the papers from the desk. “Thank you. Me and J.D. can do our business at the bank, while you help Hannah.” She smiled at the older woman.
“If that’s alright?”

Hannah nodded. “Of course, I always feel safe when he’s around.”

“Not many do,” Boss mumbled. He reached for the cash box. He saw Lulu frown at him.

Cooter was headed back to his garage from the post office. He observed a purple Plymouth in the last parking spot on the street alongside the jewelry store. He lowered his head a bit to allow the ball cap covering his head to shield his eyes from the sunlight.

Wondered how come the boys hadn’t told him that Hunter had received an updated coat.
And their cousin would trust just anyone to do the work. As he got closer; Cooter saw it was a Barracuda, noticed the license plate number was different. The mechanic could also tell where stripes had once been.

“Not a bad looking car,” He heard a female whistle. He tilted his head a little, saw Daney and Daisy walking from Hunter who was parked up the street by the fire hydrant.

“Hey Cooter, how are you?” Daney asked.

“Not bad, just took a break and went over to get some stamps.” He smiled. “What brings y’all
to town?” The threesome stepped to within a stop sign distance of one another.

“We found something out at the airport,” Daisy held up the gray velvet bag. “Thought we’d check
with the jewelry store about it.”

“Sure a secret admirer didn’t leave it for you to find?” Cooter teased lightly.

The cousins looked at each other, then at Cooter. “Didn’t even consider that.” Daisy replied, she untied the string for Cooter to take a peek. “You ever seen anyone with this?” She asked, taking the box out and carefully holding it, and then opened.

“Hmm, umm.” Cooter shook his head. “Enos did mention the Sheriff was helping Mrs. Edgewater file a report on a pendant.” He paused. “It wouldn’t hurt to check with the
jewelry store since you’re already here.”

“Thanks,” Daney said. She and Cooter watched Daisy repackage the delicate item into the bag, tie the string. “I best be getting back to the shop case Enos has more vehicle dilemmas. Or your cousins stop by with the General.” Cooter rubbed at the pavement with the toe of his left boot.

“Have a good afternoon, Cooter.” Daisy smiled. “Appreciate the tidbit about the report.”
She gave him a quick hug. Cooter returned the embrace, managed to hug both cousins. “We best let you get to work,” Daney said, giving the mechanic’s right shoulder a friendly squeeze, her and Daisy stepped away.

Cooter grinned. “Yeah, take it easy.” He waved and waited until the Duke cousins were in the store before starting back toward the garage.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” the store manager said upon the short bell chime of the door being closed. “Ok,” Daisy replied politely.

“Thank you, Mr. Folger.” the dish water blond haired gentleman at the counter said. “I’ll make sure to check on those for you, have an estimate in a week.”

“Appreciate you stopping in before leaving on your business trip,” Mr. Folger replied.

“Not a problem,” the man answered. “Is there a flower shop close by?”

“Make a left at the end of the street and go a few blocks. If you pass the Gazette, that’s about five buildings too far.” Mr. Folger came from around the counter. “It should be open for another
twenty minutes or so.” He paused. “If not, there is a farmer’s stand along the route to the airport.”

“Great,” the man turned and began to walk toward the door with Mr. Folger. “If you have any other questions in regards to the brochure, someone at the phone number on the card should
be able to help.”

“Ok,” Mr. Folger replied. He looked toward Jesse’s nieces. “What can I help you two with?”

“We found this item and wondered if you could tell us anything about it, sir.” Daney said quietly.
She nudged her cousin gently. Daisy laid the bag on top of the closest display. Then she returned to watching the mustachioed stranger leave the store.

“Might be able too,” Mr. Folger stepped to the case and opened the bag, then the box. He studied the piece for a moment. “Exactly what were you wondering?” Some people bought gem stones and crystals for certain occasions; others thought they held healing powers.

“If it was brought from this store or possibly repaired here,” Daisy answered.

“I’ve seen crystals at a gem show,” He paused. “Can’t say I’ve seen this pendant before.”

“Not even maybe a customer wearing it?” Daney asked.

He shook his head. “I can see if there are any identification marks, highly unlikely.”

“If that wouldn’t be too much trouble,” Daisy said.

He smiled. “Not all, if you’ll just follow me to the back room where the microscope is…” He picked up the box, the bag fell to the checkered linoleum floor.

“Probably won’t be able to tell how old it is,” Daney mused out loud as she and Daisy followed Mr. Folger to the back room. “Or where it came from.”

“There are jewels exclusive to areas,” He took a breath. “Honestly, I think these are pretty garden variety. Can find them most places.”

“Do you have to go to school for this type of thing?” Daisy asked.

“You can- the best learning is working with an expert,” Mr. Folger replied. “More beneficial is specialization.”

“Sorta like a detective,” Daney smiled. “Few take missing people, others deal in insurance.”

Mr. Folger nodded. “That’s a good example. How is your uncle?”

“He’s fine,” Daisy answered. Mr. Folger took a seat. Box of glass examination slides laid next to a basic microscope. Pair of tweezers had been placed on top of a foot long ruler. Gem stone and mineral books scattered over a wall shelf.

While the female Dukes learned about gemology, Bo and Luke had helped Victoria gather some items at Miss Cromarty’s stand.

“You have such a lovely place,” Victoria said after her purchases had been secured in a brown paper grocery bag. She looked at the log cabin about thirty feet away. A creek ran out back of it, pecan and fruit trees to the east, herb garden west. Various flower patches almost to the dirt road’s edge.

“Thank you,” Miss Cromarty smiled. “Sure you boys don’t need anything?”

“No ma’am,” Luke replied.

“Actually would you happen to have any pickled scuppernongs?” Bo asked.

Luke looked at his cousin. “Didn’t the general store have them?”

“They weren’t on the list,” Bo said. “Thought since we’re late getting back home,
might be a nice surprise.” He explained.

Luke shook his head. “We didn’t tell Jesse when we’d be back.”

“I have some in the house, be right back.” Miss Cromarty turned and went toward
the cabin as the boys continued to speak.

“Prefer the red myself,” Victoria interrupted the boys discussion.

“Wild grapes ain’t bad once you get use to them,” Bo glanced at her. “Kinda look like olives.”

“They’re not,” Luke commented. “And just how are we going to pay for them? We spent all that we had on the weekly staples.” He reminded the younger man.

Bo smirked at his older cousin. “There was a little left.”

“I wouldn’t charge you boys,” Miss Cromarty spoke quietly as she came back with a mason jar in her hands.

“But we couldn’t just take them,” Luke insisted politely.

“I could use some help next week with trimming trees,” Miss Cromarty replied. She looked at the dark haired cousin. “Would that be a fair trade?”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered. “Any particular day?”

“Friday if you’re not busy,” she answered. She watched Luke glance at Bo to see if that was ok.

“That should be alright,” Bo said. He took the container from Miss Cromarty. “If it rains, then Saturday will work.”

“Yes, in the afternoon.” She answered. “I’ll see you boys later this week.”

“Take care,” Luke smiled. He, Victoria and Bo watched the older woman walk back toward the cabin again. Then they strolled over to their vehicles. Victoria placed the sack from her hands just behind the driver’s seat on the floorboard.

“If you fellas don’t have plans this evening, why don’t you come to the city?” Victoria asked.

Bo and Luke glanced at each other. “We told Daisy and Daney we’d,” Bo started. Luke finished the sentence. “spend time with them.”

Victoria laughed. Hazel eyes taking note of the boys’ expression. “Bring them along.”

“They’d like that,” The boys said.

“Around eight pm, there’s a new band that covers just about everything playing at a club on
Campbell Street.” She paused. “I’ll met y’all at the drug store on Lynch Boulevard.”

“Which one?” Luke asked.

“Off the highway ramp to Apple Blossom, left at the second intersection.” Then her right hand tapped the driver side mirror of the purple Plymouth. “If this ain’t in the parking lot, then you aren’t at the correct location.”

“Alright,” Bo laughed. “Is there a number where we could reach you incase something comes up?” Victoria nodded. “Directory under Buckingham. Just leave a message.”

“We’ll see you about seven thirty,” Luke paused. “Less you wanna grab a bite to eat before then?” “Seven forty five is fine,” Victoria replied. “The place doesn’t really start getting rowdy
till about nine.” She stared at the both of them a second. “Go out for breakfast afterward.”

“Oh,” Bo smiled. “We best all get going then. See ya later.”

“Yeah,” She waved to them. “Take it easy, fellas.”

“Need directions back to the highway?” Luke asked, his lanky form began to climb through the driver’s side of the General Lee. “I’ll be alright,” Victoria insisted. The boys watched her get into the late model Plymouth. “See you later,” Bo shouted as he slid through the open passenger window, the sound of two engines rumbling in his ears. He placed the mason jar from his hands in the glove box. Figuring it was safer in there, than him trying to hold onto it. Anne glanced in the rearview mirror at the orange stock car before taking off down the road.

Bo grabbed the cb mic. “County cousins… you two out on the Hazzardnet, come back?” He spoke while Luke maneuvered the General down the dirt road.

“You boys on your way home?” It was Jesse who answered the blonde Duke’s question.

“Uncle Jesse, yes sir we are.” Bo replied.

“It’s about time,” the elderly farmer’s voice came over the little box. “You boys left hours ago.”

“Yeah, we ran into Victoria. Then we came out to Miss Cromarty’s,” Luke settled comfortably in his seat; enjoying the drive, listening to the exchange between his cousin and uncle.

Rosco looked at his watch after the door closed behind him and Mrs. Edgewater. “Still got a few
minutes- Mr. Folger, you here?” He called and then glanced at the floor. “Ooo,” He stooped down, retrieved the item next to his right boot. “Did the bag look like this?” He straightened up and held the velvet material by the delicate string.

Mrs. Edgewater nodded. “Yes, this could be it.” Rosco placed the bag in her hands.

“Sheriff, is that you?” Mr. Folger came from the back room followed by Daisy and Daney.

Rosco glanced at the threesome. “Who else would it be?”

“The girls here brought an item in and I was just about to call you,” Mr. Folger spoke
as they walked over.

“Wouldn’t happen to be a pendant with some fancy stones would it?” Rosco asked.

“How did you know!” Mr. Folger exclaimed.

“Mrs. Edgewater is missing one,” Rosco replied.

“Were you at the airport in the last few days?” Daisy looked at Mrs. Edgewater.

The older woman stared at the two women for a moment. “I stopped by there yesterday.”

“That’s where it was found,” Daney said. “If it’s the same.”

“Mr. Folger, could you get it for us?” Rosco asked.

“Of course,” He turned, under the watchful eyes of the others took quick steps to the other room.

“How come you didn’t bring it to the station?” Rosco looked at Daisy and Daney.

“Thought maybe Mr. Folger had sold it,” The older cousin answered.

Mrs. Edgewater smiled. “No, each item was brought for various reasons over the years.”
She paused. “That’s what he did after he left the lighthouse service.”

“Sheriff,” Mr. Folger interrupted. “Miss…”

“Hannah,” She replied and went over to the register counter that Mr. Folger was by. He had laid the box and its contents there. Rosco and the Dukes gathered around the older woman.

“This is yet,” She said, running her fingers along the box. She looked at Rosco. “I’m not quite sure how it ended up at the airport – I ain’t gonna be in trouble for filing a false report?”

Rosco shook his head. “No, ma’am. Did you think someone could have followed you
from there?”

“I’m not certain,” She whispered. And then placed the box in the velvet bag.

“You wrote that lighthouse journal that Jesse has,” Daisy asked quietly.

“Parts of it,” Mrs. Edgewater said. Mr. Folger waited until she was done speaking before he said.
“I’m sorry to rush y’all out but it is closing time.”

“Thank you for the help,” Daney said and strolled toward the door. Daisy smiled at the older gentleman, followed her cousin.

“Yeah, I best get to the station and unfile that report,” Rosco held his arm out for Mrs. Edgewater.
With her item held tightly in one hand. She looked shyly at the Sheriff, then gave him a peck on the cheek. “Sheriff, thank you.”

“No thanks needed, was my pleasure.” Rosco said hesitantly. “I mean I didn’t really find…” He cleared his throat. They continued talking and walked outside. As they discussed supper plans,
he looked over his shoulder to see Daney and Daisy by the green Plymouth’s trunk, smiling.

“Have a good evening!” They shouted.

Mrs. Edgewater turned and smiled at them.

Cooter placed the pump back in it’s slot on the box. As he put the gas tank cap back on, he spoke to the driver of the patrol car. “Enos, you could’ve filled up anywhere.”

“I know, but you were so helpful earlier.” Enos replied. “It just didn’t seem right.”

Cooter smiled and walked around the car. He took the rag hanging off his belt, and wiped a smudge of dirt on the door handle. “Ok, you need this charged to the usual account?”

Enos nodded. “You got plans for the night?” He turned the key in the ignition.

“Just a card game at the lounge,” Cooter pursed his lips for a moment, listening to the engine. “How’d you like to tag along?”

Enos looked at him. It sounded better than going back to his room at the boarding house.
“That’d be nice, thanks Cooter.”

“I have to close up the shop and change,” Cooter paused. “About twenty minutes?”

Enos glanced at his lucky hat on the dash board. His foot on the brake, he pulled the gearshift lever from park to drive. “Ok, you remember where my place is?”

“Yeah,” Cooter nodded. “Twenty minutes.” He repeated the time for Enos to be ready.

“See you then,” Enos said. He waited for Cooter to step away from the vehicle before driving off.

Jesse began to finish whittling the same piece of wood that he had started after morning chores, watched Hunter and the General roar out of the driveway this morning. He enjoyed the cb conversations until both vehicles had been out of range.

A half hour later, the General eased onto the exit ramp. Dark blue eyes glanced in the side mirror to see Hunter maneuver in the same manner off the highway. In the green Plymouth, the driver’s right hand turned the radio volume control lower. He focused on driving in the late afternoon traffic.

Hazel eyes watched the General’s left blinker begin to signal. Hadn’t Luke said right off the second light. The brunette shrugged and continued cruising Hunter along the street behind the Dodge stock car. Getting lost in the city, you didn’t have to go far for help, unlike a county dirt road with no houses or businesses for miles and miles.

Attention darted to the instrument panel. The gauge readings were good. A few minutes later, Bo was climbing out the driver side window as Daisy pulled into the parking lot. She found a space at the end of the row just before the exit drive and one vehicle from the orange stock car.

Daney got out Hunter’s passenger side. “Any sign of Victoria?” She called.

“Don’t see her car,” Luke replied.

“Probably just got caught in traffic,” Daisy said.

“If we’re lucky,” Bo grinned. “She’ll be here any second.” The streetlight above the vehicle parked between the Duke cars allowed Bo to see each cousin look at him, then toward the store to see if Victoria was coming out.

“Maybe we could leave a message with the clerk and try to find the place?” Luke said.

“That’d work if we had more directions,” Bo replied.

“Now, now don’t you fellas start already,” Victoria teased from directly across the parking lot.
She took a few steps toward the cousins. “Did Miss Edgewater get her pendant back?”

Daney and Daisy nodded. “Yeah, last seen her and Rosco were going to unfile a report.”

“Aww,” Victoria said. “If y’all don’t mind leaving the vehicles here, the place is about
a ten minute walk.”

“Won’t the store owner mind?” Luke asked hesitantly.

Victoria shook her head. “They close in an hour. Not usually busy this time of night.”

“Probably be easier than trying to get a spot closer,” Bo surmised.

“Sounds like it,” Daney answered. “I don’t mind.”

“Might want to roll the windows up in case it rains,” Victoria suggested.

Luke glanced toward the darkened sky. “Too nice a night.” He continued looking at
the stars, heard a squeak or two of Hunter’s doors open and close for the windows to be rolled up.

“What’s this place like?” Bo asked.

“Garden variety,” Victoria smiled mischievously. “C’mon….” The cousins looked at each other, then started to follow their friend to the sidewalk.