The Deference & Reverence Holiday

by: Tara

MaryAnne came in for the evening shift at the Boar’s Nest. Folks letting loose, tossing a few cold ones back with friends, co workers and acquaintances after a long work week.

“You want me to stay?” Daney asked.

“We’ll be ok.” The curly haired brunette Coltrane smiled. “Have a good evening.”

“You two,” Daney addressed friend and cousin in one comment. Daisy began to fill MaryAnne in on what tables had orders waiting and which ones didn’t.

Daney grabbed a back pack laying on the little shelf under the register and walked from behind the counter. She saw a familiar face taking a seat. She strolled up to the table. “Fancy meeting a good err bad guy like you in a place like this.”

“I’m a great guy,” Brian grinned and waved a hand to the empty chair across from him.

“That could be our song,” Daney exclaimed quietly and dropped the backpack on the seat instead.

“What?” Brian noticed she looked a little tired.

“I meant it would be nice to dance with someone I’m not related too,” Daney replied.

“That’s what I thought you meant,” Brian said and his chair scooted back, then he stood up. “C’mon…”

MaryAnne and Daisy curiously watched their cousins wandered to the dance area.

The two waitresses turned to Bo and Luke who approached the counter. The cousins sat on bar stools closest to the wall payphone. Just as the boys were served and the tune on the jukebox changed, the Sheriff made his appearance, having snuck through the stock room doors.

MaryAnne teased her cousin when Brian passed by the counter. “If you would’ve been any closer, Rosco could arrest you.”

Brian laughed. “Hey! If you’re not that close, then it ain’t dancing… ain’t that right, boys?” He glanced at the Duke boys.

Bo and Luke agreed. “Yeah!” They glanced toward the entrance. Standing by the Returns and Complaints sign was a tall, blond man dressed in jeans and white shirt. Daney was talking to him.

“Who is that?” MaryAnne’s attention focused on the twosome now walking past the pinball machine.

“One of Haley’s brothers,” Daisy’s hazel eyes squinted for a moment. She couldn’t tell because of the lighting. “Blue eyes, it’s Aaron. Blue green… it’s Joey.”

“How come I ain’t never seen ‘em around here before?” Brian whispered to his older cousin who had been quiet this whole time.

“They live in Charlotte,” Rosco informed his younger cousin. The older Duke female came from around the dark wooden counter to stand next to Bo and Luke. Daney and the blond visitor approached at that moment.

“Hey cousins, you remember Joey?” Daney asked.

“Nice seeing you again,” both Bo and Luke said. Then each shook hands with him. Daisy gave the young man a hug. “What are you doing in town?”

“I stopped at the farm and your uncle told me y’all were here,” Joey replied. He turned his attention to the Sheriff and brunette waitress. “You must be Rosco and MaryAnne. It’s a pleasure to meet y’all.”

“Yeah, how did you know who I was?” MaryAnne’s inquired.

“Daney sent Haley some photographs,” Joey answered.

Rosco cleared his throat. “Daney, you forgot someone?”

“No cousin, she’s saving the best for last,” MaryAnne saw Daney’s cheeks were a nice pink shade. Bo, Luke and Daisy also noticed but said nothing.

“That fella next to the Sheriff is Brian. Haley may have told you about him,” Daney half grinned. “Brian, this is Haley’s brother, Joey.”

“Nice to meet you,” the dark haired Coltrane grinned and slowly extended his right hand out for a more formal greeting.

“Same here,” Joey extended his left hand, they shook.

Brian guessed the young man was nervous. Green blue eyes looked precariously at him. “What made you wanna visit these turkeys?” He teased and jerked a thumb toward Bo and Luke. That sent everyone within hearing distance but the Duke boys into hearty laughter. When that was done, MaryAnne and Daisy served them a round of drinks.

“Anything going on this weekend?” The visitor inquired.

Rosco beat everyone to a response. “Just a race my cousins got snookered into.”

“Along with a few others,” Luke added and took a sip from his beer bottle.

“How did a pretty lady like you manage to get hoodwinked?” Joey stared at the attractive woman behind the bar counter. He understood why Daney never wanted to be away from home.

“It was the annual Ridgerunner Association get together. And we were all having a good time when Jesse and the county commissioner got into a little tiff,” MaryAnne paused and looked toward the Duke cousins to see if any of them wanted to tell the story.

Brian observed each of them nod respectfully before his female cousin spoke again.

“It was just gonna be the fellas when Miss Lulu suggested that Daisy, Daney and I be allowed to join,” MaryAnne smiled.

“We kinda of upped the ante,” Bo said. “If me and Luke win, MaryAnne’ll have to wear a shirt style she isn’t fond of. Brian’ll have to wear plaid,” The blond Duke smirked.

“If MaryAnne wins, the boys’ll have to work as servers at the costume cotillion,” Daisy added.

“Did you shake on it?” Joey was familiar with some of the customs.

“Yep,” MaryAnne glanced to Brian. He had nearly choked on a handful of popcorn when his dark eyes witnessed the Ridgerunner way of handshake.

Brian crossed his arms over his chest and made sure he had the visitor’s attention. “You tell me what you would do seeing two chicks you think you know… spit on their hand, shake and then wipe their palm on their jeans.”

“They knew a little too much about white lightning,” Joey smiled. “It was nice to meet and see ya’ll again but I gotta head out.”

“Take care,” Bo and Luke walked over to the dart board. Rosco headed to Boss’s office.

“I’ll walk with ya… never know who’s lurking around this dump,” Brian spoke casually. Perhaps Joey could provide the answers to a few harmless questions he had. Different experiences shaped a person’s point of view. MaryAnne and Daisy began to serve customers again as the two men walked outside.

* * *

“You do this often?” Brian asked the Duke boys. The cousins sat on a workbench in front of the Hazzard Garage bay doors. He had stopped for gas and figured a little conversation wouldn’t hurt any of them.

“Try too,” Luke smiled and reached a hand into the box of freshly baked donuts from the bakery up the street. The clerk always gave whoever picked them up a wide assortment of powdered, jelly filled and sprinkled.

“Hey Cooter, you order that part?” Bo got another brew from the cooler sitting on a blue oil barrel.

“Should be in no later than Wednesday,” Cooter affirmed. He sat in a beige folding chair against the office door.

“We need that for the race today!” Luke exclaimed.

Brian listened to the mechanic and Dukes argue for a moment. Then his dark eyes focused on people roaming in and out of shops, around the square. His stare finally rested on the gas pumps and vehicle that pulled up on the left side behind the General Lee. Diablo sat on the right side.

“Aaron?” The Duke boys hollered to the grey shirt and black pants attired blond driver and scramped to their feet, along with Cooter.

“Hey fellas, I was just on my way out to the farm when I seen that orange pumpkin y’all claim is a stockcar.” Aaron laughed. He stepped over to the boys and Cooter. “So how has everyone been?” He asked.

“Good- You remember Cooter?” Luke gestured to the town mechanic dressed in a sleeveless beige work shirt and greasy blue jeans.

“Good to see you again,” both Aaron and Cooter said, then shook hands.

“What brought you all the way from Charlotte?” Bo questioned.

“I need to tell Daney something,” Aaron answered.

“Ahem,” Brian cleared his throat loudly. He was curious why he hadn’t been introduced and wasn’t about to let it go unnoticed any longer.

“Sorry Brian,” The older Duke looked at him, then back to the visitor. “Aaron, this is Sheriff Coltrane’s cousin, Brian.”

“I’ve heard nothing but good things about Rosco,” Aaron said. “Haven’t met him, my sister did.”

Brian smiled. “Don’t suppose you’ve heard of me?”

“Haven’t talked to Daney in a long time,” Aaron paused. “There’s an update on a case she and Haley worked on.”

Luke spoke before anyone else could. “Which one?” he said protectively.

“You know that’s an attorney client privilege,” the lawyer replied.

Brian found the tension between the two amusing. “Only if you’re her attorney,” Bo said. He remembered that from a conversation between Daney and Haley. How it would be a conflict of interest for any relative or friend to represent the agency. “And you weren’t.”

Aaron nodded. “Yeah,” he turned toward Luke. “There’s some paperwork involved. You can go out to the farm with me?”

“No one is home,” the older Duke answered. “Me and Bo really need to get the General ready for the race.”

Bo glanced at Cooter. “Isn’t that one junkyard open until one pm?”

“Yeah, it is.” Cooter looked at the city attorney. “You could leave the paperwork here. Daney’ll be dropping off Hunter for the pre race exam.”
He turned and looked at Brian. “Gosh, Brian. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” Bo walked inside the garage and Luke escorted Aaron over to his vehicle.

“It’s all right,” Brian said.

And that was the scene Rosco saw when he parked his patrol car in front of the police station. An out of town car moving away from the gas pumps, Luke wandering into the garage with papers in one hand. Cooter putting gasoline into a late sixties model Chevy’s tank.

* * *

“Take care, bye.” Daney hung the receiver back in the cradle. She started to turn when two hands gently grabbed her shoulders.

“Who was that?” A male voice questioned huskily.

“How did you get did in here?” Daney returned the inquiry with one of her own.

“I asked you first- the front door wasn’t closed and most of the windows are open, heh.”

A smile came over her face and she turned to him. Green brown eyes stared into the dark ones gazing mischievously. “That was a friend.”

“Oh?” Brian tried not to look interested.

“Yes. Laura,” Daney brought her hands up to rest on the dark haired Coltrane’s broad shoulders. “What are you doing here?”

“I figured y’all would have an advantage, an unfair one I might add.” Brian stated his grievance.

“Yeah, they will.” A gruff voice echoed through the room. Brian and Daney looked over to see Jesse standing in the archway. He reached a hand up to his beard. “You interested in how to beat them at their own game.”

Brian nodded politely. The elderly farmer hadn’t said help, suggestions or advice like most folks would’ve. “Yes, sir.”

Jesse smiled and his eyes shined brightly like the twelve o clock sun rays that were coming in the windows behind him. “That’s a right fine car ya got. He’d probably’ve been a good runner.”

The elderly gentleman paused seeing the twosome grin. Their complete attention was on him, he continued. “Now those boys of mine’ll be out to win from the first moment. The girls’ll try to be a little more conservative, seeing how you still wanna have a vehicle at the end of this. Where your trouble might be is all the short cuts. Stay behind the leader until you got enough to pass for the finish line without anyone else getting that same advantage if possible.”

“Thank ya, Mr. Duke,” Brian smiled shyly.

“You just call me Jesse. I never did cotton to being called mister.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Another thing that’ll help is if you work with another driver to keep the other vehicles in back of you. Or if someone don’t mind losing… they could run blocker,” Jesse chuckled.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Brian winked at Daney. She blushed and turned her attention to the door where Boss Hogg was standing. The portly county commissioner was dressed in a short sleeve thin cotton shirt and lightweight khaki pants. What was left of his hair stuck out under a wide brim straw hat.

“C’mon Jesse,” Boss said.

Jesse shook his head. “Brian, if you wanna learn some road tricks, I’d be glad to show you after me and J.D. get back from checking the race route over,” Jesse smiled. “If you help Daney clean the barn out, I’d be much obliged.”

Actually the boys were supposed to but Bo and Luke had done her chores this morning. She had gone to see a double feature at the Starlite Six and ended up staying the night. The long haired brunette Duke wrinkled her nose. “Why would he want to do that when MaryAnne, Daisy or me can show him?”

“I’ll do it,” Brian stated.

“Alright, see you when we get back.” Jesse grabbed his red cap off the counter and walked over to the door where Boss was waiting impatiently.

“You’re gonna leave him alone here?” Boss asked.

“I trust ‘em,” Jesse glanced to Brian and Daney, then winked. “‘Sides there aren’t anything for him to take.”

“Bye Uncle Jesse, Boss… y’all be careful.” Daney and Brian waved. They stood there quietly until the rumble of Jesse’s truck was heard, tires rolling over the dirt and rock driveway.

“Would you like to change into something of the boys’?” Daney asked.

Brian’s eyes widened and he leaned forward until his nose was touching Daney’s. “You want to see me in plaid?”

“No! I just don’t want to see you ruin your clothes. The barn can be very messy,” Daney replied.

“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” Brian paused and a wolfish grin came over his face. “There are other things to do aren’t there?”

* * *

“This car doesn’t run too bad.” Cooter commented. His blue eyes looking over Hunter’s engine. The dark green early 70s model Plymouth Duster sat in the bay of the Hazzard Garage. Daisy had brought him over after dropping Daney off at the farm and finishing some errands. He was the last vehicle that needed to be inspected to enter the race.

“Not for an A51 package. If he had a 440 instead of that 318, Hunter might put the General to shame.” Luke had a gleam in his crystal blue eyes. The expression in Bo’s dark blue eyes matched. “Why don’t we surprise her?”

“Oh no,” Daisy crossed her arms over her chest. “You fellas just get that thought out of your heads. He’s all original including his paint scheme.”

“It was just an idea.” Luke stated quietly.

“You better get another one.” Daisy recommended.

“Say Cooter, what ya got for Daisy?” Bo asked.

“Let’s go look.” Cooter answered.

The foursome walked to the back. Bo was glad that Luke had been talked out of his idea. The youngest Duke sighed. He wished the General was still original. Every time you modified or changed a part on a vehicle, it either increased or decreased the automobile’s value.

* * *

Daney placed the pitchfork back in its spot amongst the various tools that had been accumulated over the years. Each had a purpose. Some had come in handy when dealing with criminals.

“That didn’t take too long,” Brian commented from the hayloft. His long legs dangled over the top steps. He had come up to latch the hay door.

“It usually doesn’t if you got help, thanks.”

“Nice view up here- you know there are rumors your cousins bring chicks up here.”

“That’s why it’s normally their job to clean this all up,” Daney walked over to the ladder.

“Your uncle don’t get upset with ‘em?” Brian asked curiously. Dark eyes watched the brunette Duke climb the steps carefully.

“No, he’d rather know where to find ‘em in case of emergency,” Daney said.

“Ooo,” Brian felt a hand innocently brush his knee when she sat beside him. “Daisy ever brought a guy out here?”

“Yeah,” Daney admitted reluctantly.

Brian smiled and put an arm around her back protectively so she wouldn’t fall. It was a good nine feet to the dirt floor.

Daney reacted naturally to the parlous touch. She leaned her head back to lay on his left shoulder, her right cheek touching the black shirt’s collar. The material had a deep smoky odor; the skin above was a faint musk scent.

A light and delicate fragrance of wildflowers from the brunette hair hit his nose when Daney moved. It was heavenly compared to the manure that had been shoveled out into the corn field. Brian reached his other arm around her waist to pull her closer. The worst she could do was push him off the edge. He highly doubted that would happen.

The sudden contact of his hand on her hip startled Daney and her knees trembled for a moment. She didn’t want to misconstrue its intent. Hesitantly, she cast a curious glance at him.

Brian studied her expression for a moment and placed a hand on her forehead. His fingers brushed the feathery bangs back, then he leaned his head down until his lips gently pressed against her lips.

Daney raised her arms up and placed her hands on Brian’s cheeks. Her eyes closed as the intoxicating kiss continued, until she pulled away to catch her breath and laid her head in the middle of his chest. She brought her hands down to his shoulders and sighed contently.

It was too quiet for Brian. He began to whistle ‘Don’t Misunderstand Me’ by Rossington Collins Band. He paused in mid song to plant an innocent kiss on the back of her neck, his breath stirring the long brunette hair.

“Uh huh,” Daney murmured a line from the song and rubbed her face into the black shirt and squeezed his shoulders.

Brian stopped whistling as her arms came around his waist in a gentle embrace. The hand that had been wrapped in some of her hair, slid fingertips down her cheek and cupped her chin, then gently stroked her cheek until hazel eyes stared into his eyes.

* * *

On the other side of town, MaryAnne and Rosco were washing Maverick at the Hazzard Car Wash, no not the pond, the real one located south of Skyline Drive and north of the all night deli on Fromage Road. The practice run against Hunter and Dixie had gone extremely well.

The brunette woman was dressed in her favorite t shirt, black capris, and flip flops. “Rosco, are you ok with Brian being in the race?”

“Well of course I am.” The Sheriff was still in his uniform sans the black hat and jacket that were laying on the royal blue Firebird’s backseat. The light blue shirt sleeves and black pant legs were rolled up.

“I was just thinking maybe we should teach ‘em some of the trade.”

“Ooo, that’s a good idea!”

MaryAnne smiled. Her slim left hand placed the rag it was holding on the hood, in order to smooth some stray hairs that escaped the loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. “Then again, he does do better under pressure.”

“Don’t all Coltranes.” A wide grin crossed the Sheriff’s lips. His blue eyes gleamed proudly.

“Do you think he’s happy?”

“I hope so.”

“Yeah – how were things at the station?” MaryAnne changed the subject.

“Dull, dull, dull,” Rosco sighed. “For once, we made ticket quota in one hour.”

“I think he’s ready to go,” MaryAnne patted Maverick’s door. Her slender figure leaned down and the young woman dumped the bucket of water onto the cement. Then she placed the rag from the hood and sponge inside the white plastic container. There was two more hours until race time, which was plenty of time to take a nap and show her cousin, maneuvers and short cuts that the Duke boys might use.

* * *

Boss looked at his pocket watch, and then put it back in his vest pocket. He smiled at Lulu and Jesse. “Those nephews and nieces of yours better get here.”

“The Coltranes ain’t here either,” Jesse checked his own pocket watch. “You just make sure all this is fair and legal, J. D.”

“It will be. I have Rosco staking out the Interchange, Cletus watching 76 south, Enos covering 421 and Clyde from the Impound Lot stationed at the route 7 and 11 marker,” Boss confided.

“I hope nothing goes wrong,” Miss Lulu fretted.

“Shoot fire and a box matches, it’ll be alright. I checked all those cars over myself and made sure the cbs work.” Cooter informed Mrs. Hogg.

Lulu smiled and raised the flag. “Look, here they come now!”

The General Lee, Maverick and a maroon early seventies Plymouth roadrunner and five other vehicles of various hues and manufacturers pulled up to the chalk line in the dirt out front of the livery stable near the Boar’s Nest.

“Alright, we’re gonna start now.” Boss yelled through the megaphone he had been holding. Engines revved, pipes rumbled and drivers tightened their grip on their vehicle’s steering wheel.

Jesse raised the starter’s pistol and fired it in the air, the green flag fell. Diablo and Hunter snuck pass the other entrants.

“Double Damn!” Luke exclaimed and grabbed the cb.

“Where did they come from?” Bo wondered out loud, his foot still on the brake.

“Go or we’re gonna lose ’em before we even get off the line.” Luke urged. The black Chevy and dark green Plymouth were almost out of sight. Daisy in the roadrunner and the royal blue Pontiac with sliver striping and hood bird leaving the other vehicles in a cloud of dust.

MaryAnne chuckled after a glance in the side mirror revealed the General Lee still on the line. Maverick’s speedometer was creeping toward sixty. She estimated the Impala and Duster were traveling at not that much faster than her vehicle. She tightened her grip on the wheel and put the ‘pedal to the metal’.

Hunter, Diablo, the Firebird and unnamed Roadrunner breezed past the Route 7 and 11 checkpoint minutes later. The orange Dodge with 01 on its doors no where in sight when Clyde reported into Boss. The county commissioner was with Jesse and Lulu, the threesome sat in his white caddy.

Cletus barely heard the transmission over his hand held radio when the royal blue Firebird came screaming by, a green Plymouth and black Impala hot on its trail. He flipped the dial to see if any of ‘em was jawing on the net. The maroon Plymouth cruised along just then. He burst out in rowdy laughter hearing…

“Scout, what are you running on?”

“The good stuff, Songbird.”

“Where did you get that?” The voice sounded like Daisy err Bo Peep.

“At the garage,” Scout replied.

“So that’s where you two were when I called the farm!” Songbird exclaimed.

“Maybe,” Blackbird’s reply broadcasted over the airwaves. Hunter maneuvered a sharp curve then Diablo, Maverick and the roadrunner. The General Lee still hadn’t caught up to the leaders when they passed Enos leaning on a patrol car driver door. He radioed in to Mr. Hogg like he was suppose to, and then made another call. “Lost Sheep, what’s wrong with you fellas?”

“Bo though he’d take one of his shortcuts, got sidetracked by Miss Mabel’s RV,” Lost Sheep 1’s tone of voice was more of a snicker than anger. “The other cars got in a wreck.”

“Oh good grief,” Rosco muttered hearing Lost Sheep 2’s mild cursing. That was probably the only thing that would stop the Duke boys from winning a race. He reached down for the cb on the passenger floorboard. He brought the mic to his face and clicked the talk button. “This is Hazzard One calling Scout.”

“Yes, sir?” Daney’s voice came though the box on the dash board as Rosco seen the lead vehicle coming over the hill in his rearview mirror.

“You didn’t play dirty pool by paying Miss Mabel and her girls to distract your cousins?” The Sheriff asked.

“Rosco,” Daisy interrupted.

“Bo Peep…” He warned politely.

“Cousin,” Songbird said. “You know Jesse don’t like ‘em to play dirty pool against each other.”

“Is this a social or a race?” Blackbird interrupted. Hunter, the other Plymouth, Maverick and his cherished Diablo had slowed down after some hazardous curves on 76 south. The General had almost caught up.

“I can arrest y’all for impeding traffic,” Rosco teased his cousins and the Dukes while they drove by him. He guessed about seventy miles an hour. His blue eyes held amusement seeing the Plymouths, Pontiac and Chevy execute prefect bootlegger turns.

“Judas Priest On A Pony,” He hollered as lit firecrackers flew out of the Firebird’s driver side t top, the passenger window of Hunter and the Roadrunner’s driver window.

Bo and Luke were thankful the General Lee was behind the black Impala for once and figured the girls just did that for amusement.

Brian weaved the Chevy in between the two Plymouth muscle cars. He pressed his foot down on the accelerator. The Impala cruised up along the Pontiac. He let off his foot ease off the accelerator long enough to wave at his cousin. Then slammed his foot on the pedal.

Rosco watched Diablo take the lead. The Dodge Charger was just out of sight when he called the results into his little fat buddy.

Daisy waited until they were all passing Cletus on a straight and narrow stretch of 76 north before pushing two lever switches under the steering column. The Roadrunner shot past Hunter, Maverick and Diablo.

Daney’s hands jerked the wheel to avoid the oil slick, her cousin left in hasty departure. When Hunter was safe again, she grabbed the cb mic. “That was a rotten trick, Pretty Maiden.”

“You and MaryAnne said to teach Brian some of the trade.”

The Duke boys let out a collective groan hearing Daisy laugh. Bo checked the instrument panel and pressed his foot until he felt the pedal on the floor. Luke grabbed the cb after checking what the gauges read. “That was considerate of ya, but they should black flag you for using nitrous oxide.”

“You two are just sore because you didn’t think that or the firecrackers,” Daisy threw the cb down. Her hazel eyes focused on the finish line about thirty five hundred feet away.

Daney glanced at the Duster’s gauges to check how much fuel was left. It was fine. She shook her head when black smoke billowed from the Roadrunner’s tailpipe. She reached to close the window, so the odor wouldn’t permeate Hunter’s interior.

MaryAnne winkled her nose as the wind blew the smoke over Maverick’s engine hood but not over the t tops. Her blue eyes focused on the finish line.

Brian glanced in the rearview mirror and caught sight of the General Lee almost on Diablo’s rear bumper. His dark eyes noticed there wasn’t a lot of time to overtake Maverick about two car lengths away or the Plymouths battling it out. Alright, everyone else had used their acquired skills and knowledge. He picked up the cb mic with one hand while his other hand steadied the steering wheel. He grinned. “Hey Daney, what was that song we heard last night on the radio?”

“Slow Ride! Woo!”

The General jerked to a tire spinning, locked up brakes abrupt stop. Maverick, Hunter and Diablo crossed the finish line, the checkered flag fell. The Roadrunner had stalled out about nine yards from the finish line.

Bo and Luke looked at each in shock and then crawled out the orange stockcar’s windows. They stalked toward their cousin. She stood laughing with the Coltranes and Daisy.

“I can’t believe she did that,” Bo grumbled.

“You didn’t have to stop- it was probably just a joke,” Luke insisted. That was what it sounded like to him. He raised a hand and waved to a blonde woman. She stood away from the crowd of folks, who were gathering around MaryAnne, Brian and Daisy. Bo noticed the woman and waved too.

Brian’s eyebrows arched seeing Daney walk toward the woman. He nudged his female cousin. MaryAnne’s attention was on the rest of the Duke family.

Rosco took in the whole scene as he, Cletus and Enos arrived. MaryAnne blushing at the accolades the Duke boys were giving her and Daisy. A proud smile came over his lips. He raised his hands to adjust the black Stetson atop the salt and pepper hair.

Daney took a peek over her shoulder, Bo and Luke’s protests were loud and everyone was listening. She turned around and ran back to the group after a back handed wave for the woman to follow her.

MaryAnne was ready to leave. Bandit and Flash had been left at home for safety purposes. She was glad no one had gotten injured and the Duke boys would be fine when they calmed down. The brunette Coltrane smiled seeing Daney walk up behind one of her cousins. She brought her hands up to cover her expression.

“Daisy, look who’s here.” Daney announced cheerfully to get everyone’s attention. She paused and grinned. “Haley, you remember the Sheriff?”

The blonde woman attired in jeans and short sleeve top nodded. “Nice to see you again, sir.” She smiled and glanced to the young blue eyed woman. “You must be MaryAnne. It’s an honor to meet you.”

MaryAnne extended her hand and they shook. “So what brings you to Hazzard?”

“An update on a case,” Haley glanced at her brunette friend. “You talk to Aaron today?”

“He left some papers at the garage,” Daney then changed the subject and motioned toward a friend. “I’d like you to meet MaryAnne and Rosco’s cousin Brian.”

“Hi,” The blonde woman’s green eyes looked the brunette man dressed in black over. “Joey and Aaron mentioned him.”

“Nothing bad,” Brian glanced at Rosco and MaryAnne.

“What are you doing here, Haley?” Daisy repeated the question MaryAnne had already asked. She didn’t feel they’d been given a complete answer. Her cousins appeared to be thinking the same thing. At least that’s what she gathered from the look on the boys and Daney’s faces.

“It’s also Deference & Reverence Holiday,” Haley replied.

“I thought it was Valentine’s Day,” Bo said.

Luke snapped his fingers. “Oh, yeah.”

Brian looked at the oldest Duke cousin thinking he’d go into more details but none were given. He noticed that most folks had left.

“I brought you a present,” Haley pulled a long white box from the straw bag. It had been sat on the ground.

“Is this what I think it is?” Daney took the box with a smile.

Daisy grabbed the blond Duke’s pocket knife from the pouch on his belt. They had all dressed normal instead of suiting up in racing uniforms. She carefully sliced one side of the silver ribbon. Then she handed the knife back to her cousin. MaryAnne and her lifted the top off.

“Great gobs of geese goo,” Rosco exclaimed. Luke and Brian whistled in agreement.

“I thought roses were for guys to girls?” Bo asked.

“Depends on the color. Red is true love or courage. Pale pink is romance. Dark pink is gratitude or appreciation. Orange is excitement, peach is modesty. Purple is enchantment. Yellow is friendship or joy. White is innocence or reverence.” Daney paused to take a breath. She saw the boys’ arch their eyebrows at the last word. “Respect or admiration. Thank you, Haley.”

“You’re welcome,” Haley replied. “Nice to have that case closed?”

Daney nodded. “Um hum,” the reply was mumbled. “Can you stay awhile, there’s a shindig in a few hours.” MaryAnne said.

“I’d like to but I can’t,” Haley answered.

“Maybe next time,” Rosco feigned a yawn. “It was nice seeing you again.” He motioned for his younger cousins to follow him. So the Dukes could speak more privately if they wanted.

* * *

The civic club had been decorated by professionals. Expensive lantern lighting was strung from the rafters, vases filled with every flower imaginable sat on every table. There was a band and dance area beside them.

One table held the pitchers of lemonade, jugs of tea, kegs of beer, bottles of root beer and cans of pop. There also appeared to be some fixings for mixed drinks. All sorts of vittles.

MaryAnne stood on the balcony looking down at the crowd. She was dressed in a short sleeve white satin blouse, ankle length maroon velvet skirt and flats. Her hands were folded and rested on the railing. She felt something gently press into her back.

“Stick ‘em up!” A voice ordered politely.

“Uh,” MaryAnne raised her arms. “I don’t have my wallet with me. It’s downstairs in the coat room with the hatcheck clerk.”

“That ain’t what I want…” The person answered. “Turn around, please.”

MaryAnne turned slowly. Blue eyes widened and her jaw dropped in surprise. “You!”

A black silk shawl hung over the taller brunette’s shoulders. The rest of her attire was a silk spaghetti strap top, knee length skirt and high heels that were the same color as the wrap. Daney pulled the red bandana down that covered her mouth with one hand. The white box was under her other arm. “Yeah- your cousin made a suggestion.”

“Did not,” Brian stepped out from the shadows wearing a black dress shirt and pants that appeared like they had just been picked up from the cleaners. Shiny black leather boots and belt with silver buckle completed his outfit. He asked while untying the bandana. “It was Rosco.”

MaryAnne smiled. “You two look nice.”

“So do you,” Brian grinned and put the bandana in a pocket.

Daney nodded in agreement. She glanced over to see her cousins coming up the stairs. “Just who I was looking for!”

“Oh uh,” Bo and Luke said. The brunette was dressed in a red western shirt and pale blue jeans. The blond had dark blue jeans, white short sleeve shirt and brown vest.

“Relax, I got these flowers to share.” Daney put the box on the railing and raised the top. “I already gave one to Rosco, Cooter, Enos, Cletus, Jesse and Daisy,” She picked one out. It flew over her left shoulder.

“Thanks cousin,” Luke caught the orange rose.

“MaryAnne, please pick one.” Daney insisted.

“Sure,” The brunette Coltrane woman looked toward her older cousin and the boys for a moment, while slender fingers reached into the box. “That’s the one I was thinking to give you,” Daney smiled. MaryAnne looked to see a white rose in her hands and brought it up to her face, it smelled nice. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Daney replied.

There were three left… dark pink, red, and white.

The next one was tossed over Daney’s right shoulder. The stem almost tangled in her long hair that was hanging loosely down her back.

“Good thing you got these, I didn’t bring anything for my date.” Bo curled his fingers around the stem of the dark pink flower. “Ouch.” He muttered. The tiny thorns had pricked his skin. He lifted his finger to his mouth. Then the youngest Duke cousin headed for the stairs, Luke was already halfway down.

“You’re welcome,” Daney yelled softly at them.

MaryAnne chuckled. “I’m gonna go get a drink, would you two like anything?”

“I’m alright cousin,” Brian replied.

“Not at the moment- thank you,” Daney answered.

“Ok.” MaryAnne smiled and strolled toward the stairs.

Daney glanced down around the lower level and then up to the skylight in the roof. The stars and moon were stunning, like a wildfire. She shifted her gaze and lifted a hand to wave at Daisy and her companion, the boys over by the windows with their dates. The band was playing a lot of good southern rock tunes mixed with classic country.

Brian had stood quietly behind her with arms folded over his upper torso. “Those just for relatives and law officers?” He whispered.

“Haven’t decided which one to give you,” Daney admitted.

“Let me help,” Brian reached his hands into the box and picked the roses up. “I’ll take them both.” A grin came over his face.

“Allright,” Daney turned to look at him.

Brian brought his hands down to his sides. “Close your eyes, no peeking.”

Daney obliged the request out of curiosity. His arms wrapped around her in a strong embrace, the shawl slipped from her shoulders.

“Happy deference and reverence holiday,” Brian closed his eyes and brushed his lips across the bridge of her nose, then her lips. He was about to let go when Daney brought her arms up, hands came to rest on his cheeks, fingers brushed the bangs off his temple, then she kissed him back. They slow danced to the end of the song that was playing below.

“Happy deference and reverence holiday.” Daney whispered, brought her arms down to her sides and opened her eyes, feeling one of his hands press lightly into her right hand. She smiled shyly. “Thank you.” She clutched the stem, the bandana around it like tissue paper.

“Thank you- we probably should get downstairs before someone comes looking for us.”

“I’m surprised none of ‘em have yet. That box had to have hit someone.”

“Oooo,” Brian took a peek over the railing and shook his head. “It’s in the trashcan.” He slipped his right hand into her left hand and they walked toward the steps.

Daisy smiled seeing her cousin and Brian at the top of the staircase. She glanced over to see Bo and Luke were too busy with their dates to notice. She looked down for a second at the yellow rose she had been given earlier and then up to see which one Daney had. She couldn’t tell, she shrugged and put her arms around her date’s neck. His own arms hooked around her waist.

Daney stopped in the middle of the steps and observed the boys being their usual vigorous selves, Daisy’s date’s hands caressing the small of her back, fingers rubbing the suede belt that matched the jumpsuit style dress that hugged her cousin’s lovely figure and mouth all over Daisy’s neck.

She turned and saw Brian peering at the corner of the room where there wasn’t much lighting. MaryAnne appeared to be dancing or talking closely with a gentleman. Daney reached her hand with the white rose in it up and rubbed his shoulder. Brian squeezed her other hand.

MaryAnne saw them. ‘bout time they got their posteriors down here. She thought to herself and smiled at her admirer. “You really didn’t have to make a special trip to bring these.” She glanced down at the small box of chocolates.

“It was no trouble- thanks for a lovely time.” He paused and cleared his throat. Dark eyes looked respectfully into her blue ones. MaryAnne reached the hand that held the rose up to his shoulder. A shy smile came to his lips as she squeezed his shoulder. He reached a hand up and wrapped it around her hand. Then turned his face and brushed his lips over her fingers. “I gotta get going…”

“Take care,” MaryAnne’s hand slid off his shoulder. “You too,” he spoke in a thick city drawl.

MaryAnne glanced toward her cousins. The gentleman was half way to the door when she looked back to where he had been standing. He peeked over his shoulder to see her wave and then her graceful form walk in the direction of her cousins.

* * *

2002/2003

The Hoedown

by: Tara

Welcome to Hazzard where the talk of the town is the Annual Hoedown.

“Daney, you decided what you’re gonna be for the Hoedown tomorrow?” Daisy asked, setting another clean mug on the counter top of the bar.

Daney shook her head. “I did see something I liked but I’m not sure.”

“I hope it’s there tomorrow…. Or you’re gonna end up wearin’ one of Bo or Luke’s old racing uniforms.” Daisy said with a big grin as they went back to cleaning and setting up the bar for the dinner crowd.

Daney thought about the song “Boys Are Back In Town” for a moment, then said “You know I could go as a thug or something like that.”

“You will do no such thing,” A voice called out as the front door slammed shut.

They turned to see the pretty, brown-haired, blue-eyed full-time Deputy (and part -time Boar’s Nest waitress) MaryAnne Coltrane strolling up to the bar with fast footsteps.

“MaryAnne, I was just kidding.” Daney explained sheepishly

MaryAnne blew a wisp of hair away from her face. “Ok. Just make sure you tell Bo and Luke. I seen ‘em at Rhuebottom’s awhile ago looking at them type of outfits.”

Daisy nodded. “We’ll tell ‘em, MaryAnne. Did ya get the new records for the jukebox by any chance?”

MaryAnne’s face lit up with a big smile. “Yep, got them right here. Going to put them on after I change into my work clothes.”

“I thought you were already in your work clothes,” Daisy teased. She and Daney glanced from the two bags in MaryAnne’s hand to her HCSD uniform.

“Argh,” MaryAnne muttered while storming off to the ladies room.

That is one lady I wouldn’t want to tangle with in a dark alley.

Daney turned to Daisy after the door slammed shut. “You think we should let MaryAnne handle the counter tonight? We should be able to cover the tables ourselves.”

“I think we’d better let MaryAnne decide on that… since we’ve given her a hard time.”

MaryAnne came out a few minutes later and opened the jukebox’s glass cover with her key. She carefully took one of the records out and laid it gently on a table. She took an album out of the bag, pulling the record carefully from its cover and placed it in the empty slot.

Daney walked over after she had changed about 10 of them. “What records did Boss order?”

MaryAnne turned around with a grin “What did Boss order? Nothing… I picked these out myself… Figure the place might liven’ up a bit.”

Daney picked up the empty album covers and scanned through them quickly “Kewl! Eagles, Lynyrd Synyrd, Allman Brothers. You turning this country honky tonk into a southern rock one?” she said, laying the covers back on the table.

MaryAnne shut the glass cover and chuckled “Well I figure the patrons won’t mind!”

Daisy came over by them. “No, I reckon they won’t.” She headed to the front door and unlocked it. She turned the “closed” sign in the door to “open.” As she walked back up to the bar, she was glad to see MaryAnne a bit happier. It had to be hard being a deputy full-time and working part-time at the Boar’s Nest. Just like Daney and Daisy herself had to do chores on the farm and work at the Boar’s Nest too. They all worked hard, and that’s why they looked forward to the Hoedown. It was a break from the usual routines, a chance to have some fun.

Daney said as the three walked out to their vehicles after closing the place up later that evening “MaryAnne, I’m sorry about early.”

MaryAnne grinned as she got in Maverick “I told you earlier it was ok.”

Daney smiled as the blue firebird sped away. The sudden horn beep from Dixie startled her. She turned. “Sorry Daisy, was just thinking-”

Daisy grinned. “It’s ok. C’mon. Bo and Luke are probably up waiting on us.”

For any of y’all still wonderin’ what a hoedown is… you start out with a get-together, then work your way up to a shindig. Once you’re about halfway out of liquor and folks have started dancing, then it’s a hoedown.

The next afternoon at the Duke farm, Daisy was showing off her costume. She came out into the living room with a “taa-daa!” of pride, making Daney smile.

Daisy grinned back, spinning around for the full effect of the long red and blue flowered skirt, that matched the trim of her white ruffled blouse. A matching shawl covered the blouse. Her hair was done up in a bun and she wore a rose tucked behind one ear. A lace-trimmed hand fan completed the picture of a Spanish senorita.

“It’s gorgeous! You’ll be the envy of the bullfight,” Daney said. “Do you know any Spanish?”

“Si,” Daisy said. “Chili, hot tamale.”

“I’m impressed! All I know in Spanish is, ‘bonus nachos’.” Daney laughed and then looked at the time. “I guess I better go get ready.”

Daisy glanced at her watch and over at her cousin with a smile “Yep… Otherwise we’re going to be late.”

Daney laughed and bolted back to their room where the outfit she had picked up earlier was laying on the bed. When she came back out, Daisy gave a nod of approval.

I like Daisy’s costume. But wait until you see how some other folks are showin’ up.

The brown-haired man gave a small smile, looking down at the getup. He wore blue jeans, a white shirt, brown boots, along with a brown leather vest and chaps. Silver spurs jingled on his boots. A wide, brown gunbelt was slung over his hips, a toy revolver secured in the holster. He carefully placed the brown Stetson hat atop his head. He took a bandana and tied it loosely around his face, leaving only his dark eyes to peer over the top. He checked his reflection in the mirror. “Hmm, not bad for a city boy…khee… I’m so good looking, it’s criminal.”

A voice called to him from downstairs. “Git your posterior down here, or we’re gonna be late!”

The cowboy smiled from under his bandana, and headed down the stairs. “Awright, hold your fire, I’m on my way!”

What he saw at the bottom of the stairs froze him in his tracks. The young woman who had called him was wearing a black, skin-tight cat suit. It was a one-piece outfit, complete with soft black boots that made no sound when she walked. Thin black gloves covered her hands. Her hair was pulled back and tied into a snug ponytail. The black eye-mask completed her image as a professional cat burglar. She enhanced the look with a large black-velvet bag that was in her hand.

The cowboy chuckled. “Very nice! Changin’ careers, are ya?”

“Come on, we’re goin’ to be late. Remember, you are to be on your best behavior at the Hoedown or ELSE -” she said as they walked out the door.

Or else what? The cowboy thought, but he knew better than to say it out loud. There was no telling what was in that black bag of hers, and there was no sense in pressing his luck.

He followed the cat burglar up the street to the town square, where the festives were about to begin. His companion let out a chuckle as she spotted Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson in the gazebo in the center of the square.

As the cat burglar and cowboy got a little closer, they could hear, “Elementary, my dear dipstick, that microphone should be a little shorter.”

“Yessir, Sheriff…. I mean Sherlock,” Dr. Watson said.

Sherlock Holmes took his pipe and rapped Dr. Watson on the head. “I’m not the Sheriff tonight! You slip up like that again, I’m goin’ knock you in the middle of next week…” The sound of laughter coming from the cat burglar and the cowboy made the sleuth turn around. “Oh, good news, good news, our first guests!” He said as he looked at them. “And who might you two be?”

“Kid Coltrane and his one-armed cat bandit,” the cowboy said.

The cat burglar whapped him with the bag, grinning. “He knows dang well who we are. Right, cousin Sherlock?”

Sherlock’s blue eyes were amused. “Aww, jit jit, You know who you are talking to?”

Dr. Watson interrupted. “Sherlock, you gotta go pick up Commissioner Hogg now. He said 4 p.m. and it’s that time, sir.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? Of course I know it’s time to pick the Commissioner up. I’ve been waitin’ on you to quit messing around with that microphone is all.”

With that, Scotland Yard’s finest made haste for their appointment.

The cat burglar and cowboy were checking out the food table when an orange Dodge Charger screeched up to a stop across from the town square. A blonde man climbed from the driver’s side, dressed formally in a black tux and tails, complete with top hat, walking cane, and white gloves. He had a white silk shirt with a black bow tie, which he adjusted with a quick tug. He had an expression of aristocratic indifference as he surveyed the party, and he was soon joined by his dark-haired counterpart, wearing identical attire.

The cowboy and the cat burglar giggled at them. They heard the two men converse as they walked by.

“Lukas, shall we partake of a beverage before we hobnob with the rest of the Hazzard socialite scene?”

“No Beauregard, there will be plenty of time to partake of the refreshments and victuals later. We should mingle with the common folk first.”

“Capital idea.”

“Quite.”

The cowboy and cat burglar broke out into open guffaws, laughing harder as the two formal-looking men turned to face them. The cowboy couldn’t pass up a taunt. “Y’all got any Grey Poupon? When E.F. Hutton talks, y’all listen? Or are you two just a pair of renegade wedding ushers?” The laughter continued.

The dark-haired gentleman turned to his companion. “Are you offended, Beauregard?”

“Yes, Lukas. I am offended. Are you offended?”

“Indeed.” Lukas pulled off one white glove, stepped up to the chuckling cowboy, and whapped him with it. “You insult me, sir. I therefore challenge you to a duel.”

A hush fell on the gathering crowd as Luke threw down the glove. The cowboy let it lie there a moment, then picked it up. “I accept,” he said loudly, returning the glove with a short whap to his opponent’s face. Luke took the glove back, put it on, and gestured to Bo.

“My second. And yours?”

The cowboy jerked a thumb at the cat burglar. “She’ll be my second.”

“Very well,” Luke said gravely. “Beauregard…please bring the weapons.”

As the blonde man sauntered off, the cat burglar grabbed the cowboy by the vest and yanked him aside. “You know what you just got us into?”

“What? I was just playin’ along,” the cowboy shrugged.

“You apparently forgot how things work in Hazzard,” the cat burglar hissed. “Trust me, things could get messy here!”

The cowboy was about to ask what she meant, when Bo returned. He presented the weapons to the cowboy and the cat burglar, opening the two cartons of eggs to display the ammo within.

“Egg toss at twenty paces,” Luke intoned. “Choose your weapons.”

The cowboy stared at the egg cartons. The cat burglar gave him a nudge. “Take the grade-A extra-large! There’s always one larger set and one smaller set in a duel.”

The cowboy then noticed that one carton had slightly bigger eggs. He chose it, and then he and Luke turned their backs to each other. Bo counted off the paces. “One! Two! Three…”

At twenty, the cowboy turned and faced his opponent, lobbing an egg underhanded into the air. Another one, thrown by Luke, was already headed his way. The cowboy caught his, barely avoiding crushing it. He instantly realized the Duke’s advantage. They were farmers, used to handling eggs, and had probably tossed them around since kids. The cowboy had an urban upbringing, and had never taken an egg farther than the fridge to the frying pan.

I think I’ve been shucked n’ jived, he thought as another egg sailed towards him. He managed to catch it, but he was losing ground. Luke was lobbing the eggs high in the air, which meant they took more time to descend, which gave Luke the upper hand. He could prepare another throw while the cowboy was still struggling to catch the last one.

The cowboy realized this strategy a moment too late. He had hastily grabbed one of his own eggs to throw, but another inbound missile was looming. Having no choice, he caught the egg while another was in his hands – and they both broke.

The cowboy’s expression as he held the gooey mess made the spectators laugh. He grinned, being a good sport. “Anybody care for an omelet?” He said to the crowd. Then he yelled congratulations over to his victorious opponent. “Let me shake your hand!”

Luke declined. “No thank you, my good man, it’s enough to have made you crack.”

A figure in black suddenly shoved the cowboy aside. “Move over,” the cat burglar said. “Somebody’s got to salvage the family honor.”

“Be my guest,” the cowboy grinned. The playing field was now level. The cat burglar had lived on a farm for most her life, and was on equal footing when it came to an egg toss with the Dukes.

She wasted no time. As Bo signaled them to begin, the cat burglar lobbed not just one egg, but two in short sequence, then reached for more. Luke, being an expert, caught them both without breaking either one.

He could get no more than a single egg of his own in the air before she had another two coming at him. She caught Luke’s single-volley and immediately threw two more, then waited a half-beat and threw a third.

Luke caught the two eggs, but had no time to set them down before the third one was heading his way. He tried to catch it on his fingertips, but the extra-large grade-A made the difference, and it tumbled off to fall on the ground and break. The crowd applauded. Luke had made a good effort, but the tactic employed by the cat burglar was nearly impossible to defeat.

The cat burglar, victorious, casually juggled eggs while she waited for Bo to step up to the field of honor.

Bo gave it his best shot. Perhaps it was the way the black cat-suit fit on his female opponent, but whatever the reason, his concentration was off. He too, was defeated. The cat burglar took a bow and was goin’ to go bask in the glory, when another Duke stepped up.

The cat burglar’s new Duke opponent was none other than Daney. The young Duke woman was wearing a Native American costume, and the fringed buckskin looked natural on her. She wore two feathers in her braided hair, and colored beads decorated her outfit. Her moccasins were calf-high and laced with strips of rawhide. A small tomahawk hung from a belt around her waist.

The two women said nothing, as they waited for the signal to begin. The second it was given, eggs filled the air from both directions. One of the cat burglar’s shots went wide, and Daney let it go rather than break her neck goin’ after it. Boss Hogg had picked that moment to walk behind her, and the egg splattered him square in the chest.

His costume had saved him. “Heh heh heh heh…I’ve been to enough of these Hoedowns to know what to wear,” Boss said, wipin’ the egg away. Impervious to everything but a sudden rain, Boss Hogg was decked out in a full suit of armor. The visor on his helmet was up to allow for his cigar. It was a marvel to see the portly man encased head to toe in gleaming metal, and the townsfolk could only guess as to how he had found armor that would accommodate his girth.

“Khee! You look like a rhinoceros,” Sherlock told him.

“Oh yeah? Well, I think I happen to look like the first-prize winner of this here contest,” Boss said. He and Sherlock Holmes walked up to the gazebo.

Meanwhile, the participants in the egg duel had mutually agreed on a future rematch. For now, they ended their competition to listen to the Commissioner’s announcements.

The speech was short, thanks to Boss’s bird’s-eye view of the buffet table. He was a man of few words when there was food to be had. “Folks, I wanna thank you all for comin’ out to this year’s Hoedown! The costume judges this year are Jesse Duke, Cooter Davenport, and Miz Tizdale. The three best costumes will each get a prize! Now let the Hoedown begin!”

On cue, the band started playing a lively country tune, and people were soon dancing, eating, drinking, and whooping it up. The cat burglar slipped off into the crowd, and the cowboy turned around to find her gone. He walked curiously over to the Indian squaw.

“Howdy,” he said to her with a tip of his hat. “Wanna play cowboys and Indians?”

“Sure,” she said with a smile. “I could use another scalp.”

“I could use another feather in my hat.” The cowboy’s dark eyes were mirthful. He gestured towards the party. “Nice pow-wow, ain’t it?”

“It’s turnin’ out to be,” Daney said with a bold smile. “Are you just ridin’ through, or are you goin’ to stake a claim in this town?”

The cowboy chuckled. “We’ll just have to wait and see.” He looked over at the band, then offered his arm to the Indian squaw. “Care to dance, Pocahontas?”

Daney looked at the offered arm, suddenly shy. It had been awhile since she had danced with anyone. He looked familiar but since the bandana covered most of his face, she wasn’t sure … but there was a look in his dark eyes that was hard to say “no” to. She entwined her arm with his, and they headed for the band.

While the cowboy and Indian found common ground in the dance area, the cat burglar was having a full day. She stalked up to the punchbowl, poured herself a glass of punch, drank it, and then dropped the glass into her black bag. She then ladled out several glasses of punch until the bowl was empty…then the bowl was added to her bag. She added the punch ladle too, just for good measure. Smirking, the cat burglar slunk away to the buffet table, finding more treasure in the form of silverware, plates, and cocktail toothpicks. No trinket escaped from her gloved hand; no witnesses saw her clever acquisitions. She eventually moved on and worked through the crowd, muttering pardons as the voluminous bag bumped into party-goers.

One of the people she bumped into was Sherlock Homes. The sleuth spun around at the contact. “Doh! Lady, you outta watch where you’re – oh, it’s you! Khee-khee! Havin’ fun?”

The cat burglar grinned, white teeth shining brightly. “I’m picking up a good time,” she answered. “How ‘bout you?”

“This party’s a doozy! It’d be even better if I could quit losin’ my dipstick-sidekick.” Sherlock Holmes scanned the crowd. “My dear Watson seems to have got himself lost! This could be a job for Scotland Yard, alright…”

“I think some pretty senorita may have distracted him.” The cat burglar pointed to the beverage table. “See, there they are.”

“Ooo! I’d better go tell ‘em that the judging is about to start. Don’t want to miss that, do we?”

There was no answer. Sherlock Holmes turned back to find the cat burglar gone. “Boy, she’s shneaky…” Shrugging, he walked over to join Watson and the senorita.

“Sheriff! I mean Sherlock! The punch is gone!” Watson said the moment he spotted his superior.

“Well, go get some more! Do I halfta do everything around here?”

“No, I mean the punch bowl and everythin’ is gone! Look!”

Sherlock Holmes examined the beverage table. Sure enough, there was a large empty spot where the punch bowl belonged. “Eeeegads! You weren’t kiddin’…khee khee! Looks like we got us a real-live mystery!” The sleuth reached for his trusty magnifying glass within his plaid cloak. “Now where the heck did that go…Enos, I mean Watson, did you take that magnifying’ glass of mine?

“No sir, I ain’t seen it,” Watson answered, and the senorita shook her head.

“Dang it all. I guess I’ll have to rely on old-fashioned detective skills…” Sherlock Holmes turned back to the party. “HEY! Who the heck took the punch bowl?” he shouted to the crowd.

A slow chorus of “I dunno’s” came back.

At the other end of the square where the dancing was in full swing, the cowboy and the Indian were enjoying themselves. The cowboy approached the band and made a request. “Know any Eagles tunes?”

“Sure,” the lead guitarist said. “You name it.”

The cowboy did, and then walked back to the Indian with a smile. As he took her hand again, the music started, and the song New Kid In Town began to play.

It was a good song for dancing; not too fast, and not too slow. The gentle rock beat swayed the crowd and filled the dance area, but to the cowboy and the Indian, it seemed to be playing just for them. There was, in fact, some truth in the lyrics for them both.

You look in her eyes, the music begins to play…Hopeless romantics, here we go again…But after awhile, you’re looking’ the other way…It’s those restless hearts that never mend.

Johnny-come-lately, the new kid in town…will she still love you, when you’re not around?

The dancing couple was under observation. Bo and Luke watched Daney with a protective eye. The cowboy’s interest in her had them slightly concerned.

“There’s a new kid in town,” Bo muttered.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Luke answered, echoing the song.

Commotion from the buffet table suddenly caught their attention. Boss Hogg was sputtering loudly about missing silverware. The Dukes went to check it out.

“Gone!” Boss bellowed from the table. “All the forks, knives and every last spoon, gone! Who’d do such a thing?”

“Who, indeed?” Luke said, and looked back at the cowboy. Bo followed the gaze and nodded. They might as well start with a likely suspect.

The Dukes walked up to the cowboy, who had just bowed to the Indian as the song ended. Each Duke grabbed an arm on the cowboy and hauled him back from Daney.

“Whoa, y’all, if ya wanna dance, just say so!” the cowboy laughed. “Plenty of me to go around.”

“Too much of ya, if you ask me,” Bo said. “Don’t play cute, we know you were over by the buffet table earlier.”

“So what?” the cowboy retorted. “So was everybody. Since when it is a crime to help yourself at a barbeque?”

“Since you’ve helped yourself to more than the barbeque,” Luke answered. “What do you say, Bo…should we dispense with a little frontier justice?”

Bo grinned. “Nothin’ would please me more.”

The cat burglar suddenly bumped into the three men. “Excuse me,” she said sweetly, brushing close to Bo and Luke, who broke out in automatic smiles.

“Anytime,” they told her, watching her lithe form walk away. They momentarily forgot about their hold on the cowboy, who easily twisted away from the distracted Dukes.

“HA! Awright, now I got the drop on ya…” the cowboy went for the toy gun in his holster. It wasn’t there. He stared at the empty holster in mute surprise.

“Somethin’ wrong, quick-draw McColtrane?” Luke laughed. Bo, however, was searching his own pockets frantically.

“Luke, my wallet is gone!”

Luke rolled his eyes. “You probably left it in the General.” All the same, he did a quick check for his own wallet…and found it missing. “Dang it! Mine’s gone too!”

“And he had nothing to do with it,” Daney said, placing herself in front of the cowboy. “He’s been with me all the while.”

“Yeah,” the cowboy said. “And believe me, the only thing I’ve had my hands on all day is this pretty squaw here.”

Both Dukes glared at the cowboy, who put his hands half-up in mock surrender. “Hey, we were only dancin’! Besides, I seen how the two of y’all were lookin’ at my cousin…”

“That cat-suit is somethin’ else,” Bo admitted, and Luke nodded. “She should wear that out on patrol. She’d never need a gun or handcuffs to catch nobody…”

Daney shook her head and turned towards the cowboy. ”C’mon… Let’s hit the judging stands before more of your costume turns up missing.” She said mischievously and took his arm. He grinned as they walked away before the Dukes could protest.

At the judging stand, there was more trouble. The first place trophy was missing. “I’m tellin’ you, it was right here!” Cooter said to Uncle Jesse.

“Consarn it, how we gonna have a first-prize winner if there’s no first prize?” Jesse asked. “How in tarnation does somebody lose a trophy?”

“Beats me, but we’ve lost one.” Cooter scratched his head under his baseball cap. “Last I seen it, we’d just got done judging that cat-burglar…”

“The cat burglar!” Miz Tizdale cried. “She must have taken it!”

“We’ll have to let Sherlock, Enos and Cletus find her,” Jesse said. “We’d best get on with the judging and hope that trophy turns up.”

“Where is Cletus, anyway?” Cooter asked. “I haven’t seen him at the party yet.”

“You can’t miss him,” Jesse answered. “See that white-sequined leisure suit coming out of the courthouse?”

Cooter looked across the square to where Jesse pointed. “Sonofagun,” The town mechanic exclaimed. “Elvis done left the building.”

Elvis, in the form of one Cletus Hogg, milled through the crowd. “Thank you,” he said as people cheered him. “Thank you very much…”

“Nice wig,” Sherlock Holmes told Elvis. “You should wear it more often, it’s an improvement.”

“Really, you think so?” Elvis said, smoothing the pompadour hairdo. “Gee, I should of thought of this a long time ago!” He continued on to the judging stand, singing Jailhouse Rock slightly off-key.

The band saw him first. The lead guitarist struck the first two chords, the familiar twang, twang! sounding just before the answering drumbeats. Hearing his calling, Elvis made a detour to the stage. Everyone gets fifteen minutes of fame in life, and Cletus was about to have his. He climbed onto the stage, grabbed the microphone, and belted out the first line as if he was born to it.

“The warden threw a party in the county jail, the prison band was there and they began to wail…”

“Hey, I know that song,” the cowboy exclaimed.

“I don’t doubt it!” Daney agreed. The two of them had just been reviewed by the judges, and were now drawn back to the music stage. They watched as the woman in the black cat-suit climbed up on the stage to join Elvis.

“Khee! There’s one Hogg on the stage, but two hams,” the cowboy said. “Let’s join ‘em, c’mon!”

The Dukes beat them to it. They knew this song well themselves, and they joined in on the chorus as the cowboy and Indian climbed the stage.

“Let’s rock…everybody let’s rock! Everybody in the whole cell block, was dancin’ to the jailhouse rock!”

Cletus swung the microphone stand back and forth, playing up to the crowd. His back-up vocal section included everybody who could fit on the stage.

The Hoedown was in full gear.

In the audience, Boss Hogg pointed to the cat burglar. Sherlock Holmes nodded to the order, and approached it with Dr. Watson at his side. They waited for the song to end, and then met the cat burglar as she descended from the stage.

“You really went all out for the Hoedown this year, didn’t ya?” Sherlock said to her. “Well, c’mon. It’s time you faced the music…khee!”

The cat burglar grinned and allowed herself to be guided to the gazebo in the center of the square. There, Boss was opening the envelope containing the judges’ decisions in the costume contest. “Alright, it’s time to announce the winners in this year’s costume contest! Third place goes to…” Boss paused for the drum roll. “Bo and Luke Duke!”

Applause sounded as the Dukes walked up to the gazebo to collect their prize. They removed their top hats and gave the audience sweeping bows, then spun their walking canes flamboyantly.

“Alright, simmer down now, there’s more,” Boss said before the Dukes stole the show. “The second place winner is…Cletus Hogg!”

“Thank you…thank you very much…” Cletus bowed and cradled his trophy, basking in the moment.

“Ahem,” Boss said into the microphone. “Now, the first place winner is… The cat burglar MaryAnne Coltrane, seein’ as how she walked off with first prize already, and dang near everything else!”

Cheers and whistles erupted as MaryAnne took the stairs. She pulled the first place trophy out of her black bag and held it up high to thunderous applause.

Sherlock came up behind her, took the black bag, and dumped out the contents. “Any of y’all missin’ anything, here it is,” he called out. “Scotland Yard has solved another case!”

Good-natured laughter came from the audience. The Dukes retrieved their wallets, and the buffet and beverage tables recovered their supplies. The cowboy got his toy gun back, and he spun it from one hand to the other before replacing it in the holster, showing off for the Indian.

Gradually, the crowd disbursed from the gazebo and went back to the serious business of eating, drinking and dancing. The Hoedown went on to the late hours of the evening, lit by a festive string of colored lights. As the beer ran out, the barbeque was finished, and the band had played its final set ending with a request from the Indian, folks started calling it a night in ones and twos. The partygoers left tired, but happy.

The Dukes were gathering themselves up to head back to the farm. Uncle Jesse and Daisy met Bo and Luke by the courthouse steps. There was one Duke missing.

Daisy frowned slightly. “Either of you boys seen Daney?”

Bo shook his head “No, not since after the costume winners were announced.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Luke replied. “Probably just needed a few moments to herself.”

Daisy nodded. She knew her cousin Daney was subject to reclusive moods. “Yeah…”

Luke smiled reassuringly. “She’ll probably be here in a minute”

“That’s right,” Uncle Jesse added.

Bo retorted “Well she was dancing with….”

“Bo, …” Luke paused as they all looked around. The town square was nearly deserted now.

Daisy noticed a couple sitting on the gazebo steps.
Nah it couldn’t be… what the heck could those two have to talk about?

“I think I see her,” She said to her family. “I’ll be right back.”

Daisy was almost to the gazebo when the cowboy and Indian stood up. She pretended not to be watching as the couple said their good-byes.

“I had fun tonight,” the cowboy said.

“Me too,” Daney smiled. Her face then grew serious. “Will we ever see each other again?”

The cowboy didn’t answer. He only drew her close, took her in his arms, and kissed her tenderly. He released her with a sigh, wishing he could say yes. But he didn’t believe in leading women on, and there was no telling what his future held.

“Tell you what,” he said as he took a feather from her hair. “I’ll hang onto this until we do meet again.”

“And I’ll hang onto this,” she said, clutching the bandana in her hand. She bit her lip, keeping her emotions back. “Goodnight…”

“Goodnight.” He touched her hand once more, and was gone.

Daney watched him walk across the square, his spurs jingling with his sure steps. She watched him until he was swallowed up by the darkness of the night, and until the tiny sound of the spurs were no longer audible.

Tears burned in her eyes and she didn’t know why.

“Daney,” a gentle voice said behind her. She turned and saw Daisy standing there. “Daney, let’s go home.”

She wiped her eyes quickly. “Daisy, you better not have been spyin’ on me.”

“No, we were just all wonderin’ where you were.”

“I’m okay,” she said with a small smile. “Just don’t make a habit out of sneakin’ up on me.”

“I won’t. I intend to spy on you outright.”

“Oh…you!” Daney giggled, giving her cousin a light shove. Daisy chuckled “C’mon, cousin. I’ll get the boys to let you drive home.”

The two young women walked back to the rest of the Dukes, who stood waiting by the General Lee. The town square was silent except for the rumble of the General’s pipes a moment later.

Daney was quiet as she pulled the General away from the curb.

Daisy however, couldn’t resist a mischievous question. “Daney, you are gonna stay in Hazzard?”

“Maybe…” Daney answered with a grin as she floored the accelerator on the General. She hit the Dixie horn, blaring it out as a salute to the cowboy.

I think this turned out alright. But now I’m curious what is going to happen next…

Aren’t you?

Author’s Notes:
Thank you to all the readers and Lisa for allowin’ me to borrow MaryAnne =)

It’s hard being a writer sometimes. That is where good friends and beta readers come in. The story you just read was 75% percent written by one of those brilliant folks I’m fortune and honored to know. The other 25% was written by me.

So this one is for that nameless person who won’t take credit =)

Copyright 2001

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.