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I speed dialed Jen on the cell phone. Of course it went to voice mail. It was the weekend. Jen most likely was playing around with Reverend Archer, or Bob, or both. "Jen I need your help with the Julie thing. Call me when you get a chance."
Just as I put the phone down I heard a high pitch screech from the front yard of my cabin. I also heard the sound of the trash can going over. Before I ran into a pissed off raccoon, I decided to check the front of the cabin with the surveillance camera.
What I saw was a ball of fur rummaging through my trash. It was the wrong color and marking for a raccoon. Since the cameras were black and white. I wasn't sure of the color, but I was damn sure the it was a cat. I couldn't tell if it were a house cat or a feral cat. It was for sure a cat though.
I had no desire to have my eyes scratched out by either, so I racked a shell into the Mossberg 12 gauge riot shotgun. The Mossberg was the one I kept at home. The antique Winchester riot gun stayed in the safe room of the office, most of the time.
I opened the front door with the shotgun pointed at the ground, not anywhere near the cat. I could bring it up quickly, if need be. I didn't want to shoot a starving cat by accident. I got my first good look at the cat and knew for sure that it was no cute cuddly kitten. Even from ten feet away I could see scars. One of his eyes was closed as well. Even I could see that he was reduced to raiding my trash only because he was dragging one leg. He didn't seem to have any open wounds, but the leg, though not useless, was definitely not a 100%.
I spoke in a soft voice, since he hadn't run away. "You have seen your share of combat haven't you boy. You might not have always won, but they sure as hell knew you were there." Since he sat in the pile of garbage eating on a left over Subway sandwich, I decided to see what I could do. "If you don't run away, I can probably do a little better than my trash can restaurant's menu."
I returned to the inside of the cabin and rummaged aground. I found a can of corned beef hash. Once upon a time I had planned to have it for breakfast. Since I never got around to it, the stray cat might enjoy it, I thought. I knew that if I fed him, he might own me. It was a calculated risk,
The beat up old guy was still in the trash when I returned with the small bowl of hash. I set it on the stoop's edge, then went inside to watch on the hidden camera. The poor beat up thing dragged his injured leg behind as he made it onto the stoop. I took a good look at the leg since it was the only wound that didn't appear to be healed. The cat stood on it to eat, so I had to assume that it wasn't totally paralyzed. It might even get better on its own, I thought. I knew there was no way in hell that I could capture him, so he was on his own. I knew for sure as long as he was eating and craping, I would not shoot him.
"God I wish you could talk. I would love to know what all you have been into." After he finished the hash, he wandered through the garbage again. Just to be sure he hadn't missed anything good, then he hopped away on his three good legs. I decided that his three colors qualified him as a calico.
I returned to my search of all things related to Davenport. After fifteen minutes of Davenport on the net, I heard the theme from the movie The Magnificent Seven. It was obviously coming from my cell phone. "Damn it, I wanted the phone to just ring," I said aloud to no one.
"Hello Jen," I said after the caller ID let me know that it was her.
"Max, what do you need now?" she snapped at me.
"Hey bitch, take it easy on me, I'm having a bad weekend, so you know. You got me into this crap with Marty and his film crew. It's all their fault."
"I didn't get you into the Julie thing, you slut. Jack came to you, not to me. You sent him over to me, remember?" she said with mock severity.
"Only so that I could get paid. Look, I need to know does Marty has any pull with the Tryon city government?"
"Marty has pull with every government in the state." she said.
"So if we need the inspections department to do their job, they would?"
"You mean to inspect the property of the Family Mission?" she asked.
"I see you have been talking to Archer. Yeah, I'm going to have a sit down with Davenport, I want to know how much juice I have."
"I can get his property inspected and be damn sure the inspection department does it right, no matter who he has bribed," she said. "You still have friends with the police there. Why not use them to go at him for the minor thing. I would bet Julie isn't the only underage runaway."
"To be honest, if the kids aren't being abused, they are better off there than turning tricks. I just want Julie out of there. I don't necessarily want the place shut down. I don't mind crippling his operation, but I don't really want him in jail just yet. That might change as we go along."
"Just let me know, when you are ready to make a move." She paused a moment then added. "You know screwing around with you is the only fun thing I ever do."
"Bullshit," I replied.
"Okay, the only fun thing I do out of bed. I have got to take up golf or something." she said hanging up on me.
Since I was bored already, and since it appeared that I might need cat food, I checked on the web about cats and pain. Chances of me ever getting the cat to a vet were pretty remote. If he was in pain, I would like to help. Otherwise he was pretty much going to be on his own. After a quick Google I added baby aspirin to my shopping list.
It was 7PM when I left the cabin. I drove to the Wal-mart for the grocery items. It was always easier for me to shop there, because almost anything I really needed was somewhere in the store. I even picked up a hot pizza from the deli on the way out. I always bought a large anyway, but I decided to save a slice for the cat this time.
In the cruiser I had a better idea for the pizza. I decided to swing over by the Cop Out to eat my dinner. What I didn't eat, the riff raff would. It would definitely not go to waste. I might even get some information in exchange.
Once inside the Cop Out, it took a second for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I saw Mosby and Jerry sitting at a table in the back. I was faced with a dilemma. Should I stay and confront them, or turn and slink away. While slinking away was contrary to my nature, it seemed like the thing to do. I remembered my own advice, it is better to know something, if the other parties don't know that you do. With that in mind, I left the Cop Out and drove home.
There was no sign of the cat, and my trashcan was upright, so my guess was that he was somewhere sleeping off the corned beef hash. I parked the cruiser, then headed for the front door. I saw the cat wander out of the woods. He was trying to walk on that injured rear leg, but not putting much weight on it. It appeared to be a painful limp.
"You still hungry or just lonely?" I asked gently. Tell you what, it isn't too cold tonight, and I really don't want to be alone either. So how about I go in the house, breakout this pizza and sit on the stoop. We can share it. Do you think you would like that?"
I went inside got myself a chair and bottle of diet coke. I spiked the end of one pizza slice with a baby aspirin before I returned to sit on the concrete pad I called a stoop. It was no more than 6' by 8' but it was big enough. I sat in one of the two chairs from the kitchen table, while I held the pizza on my lap. I began drinking my coke and munching on the first piece of pizza. I held out the spiked piece but the cat wouldn't come close enough to reach it.
"Had some bad experiences with people, huh?" I asked. "Well not to worry sport, I have had my share as well." I tossed the pizza about six feet from my chair. Since my yard was covered in pine needles, the pizza didn't get dirty. I doubted that it would have mattered to the cat. He obviously remembered the smell of pizza from better days. He ran right to it and made it disappear quickly. He also stood where he had eaten it. He wasn't quite sure, but it looked as though he thought there might be more coming. He was right of course.
"You know cat, I shouldn't be at all upset that Jerry and Mosby are together. After all they are both young and attractive people. Also they do have a history, even if it is with me more than each other."
I tossed the cat another piece of the pizza just to keep his attention. "So what should I do. I am jealous, I admit to it. So do I make an issue or just wait them out. After all Mosby will be gone in a couple of weeks. Jerry and I don't really have a relationship of any romantic kind to be honest."
I tossed more pizza and the cat came a little closer. "Yeah, I always knew that it was business with Mosby. My God if it is just business, then that makes her a whore." I actually laughed. "Actress, whore, if she isn't careful she will be a politician next." Cat didn't laugh with me, he probably would have if his mouth hadn't been full of pizza.
The cat got close enough for me to take a good look at his scars. "Who gave you those cuts buddy. I do hope it was some nasty dog. One that you cut up a little as well. If some human did that to you, point him out to me. Maxine will make it right, I promise."
"So you are the strong silent type," I said after he didn't answer me. "Well maybe later you will talk. Now I have to get you some water."
I put a bowl of water on the stoop for the cat. Then I went into the cabin to watch online TV. It wasn't cold, but it was chilly. I left the door cracked for fifteen minutes just in case the cat had a change of heart. Then I closed it, locked up for the night, and went to bed with my mind spinning.
To shut it down, I masturbated quickly. That almost always worked, and it did again that night...
Edited by Barney R
Monday morning was always a bad ass experience. That Monday morning proved to my average Monday times ten. First of all my power was off. No power meant no coffee. Not a good way to start any day, especially a Monday. It also meant no hot water. It was either a cold shower or a barely warm wash in the kitchen sink with water headed on the oil stove ... I chose none of the above. I put on my work outfit and headed to the office with an overnight bag filled with soap towels and clean underwear.
Half way up the county road which connected to the more or less main road, I passed the utility trucks. There were two of them parked under a wooden power line pole. I didn't even bother to ask them how long my power would be out, I just drove by slowly.
I speed dialed Mosby to see where Helen's breakfast bag truck was at that moment. The phone rang once, before I remember seeing Mosby and Jerry the night before. I quickly broke the connection. I would give her the space she wanted. She was the one with the job. I figured she would either call me to play nice or Jen to quit. I could hardly wait to see what her decision was. I also wondered if she could really bring herself to choose Jerry over her career. If so, did she had the nuts to tell me in person, as we used to say in the military.
With the breakfast bag no longer a possibility, I altered my route to swing by the Hardees. Coffee and a big biscuit was the plan. The line of cars was all the way to the street. There was no way all those people had a power outage from a single pole being down. I figured it was a conspiracy to deprive me of coffee.
I parked the cruiser as close to the door as possible, without parking in the handicapped space. If I had parked in one of those, a cop would have pulled in right behind me. I knew it, because it was going to be one of those days.
Since I was already inside, I decided to eat breakfast in the dining room. The big advantage to eating in was that I could drink all the coffee I wanted. Hardees only sold one size coffee to regular customers. It was a bottomless cup but it was small. That being the case, I sat my ass at a booth near the coffee bar. I had probably the best biscuit made by anyone, anywhere. Helen's breads were exceptionally good, but they were no match for the Hardee biscuits. Their bacon egg and cheese biscuit was a thing of beauty. The coffee was adequate, so over all the meal was almost excellent.
I had finished the biscuit only moments before she stopped by the table. I didn't recognize her at first. I just knew a middle-aged woman in nurse's scrubs stopped at my booth I was expecting trouble from the Cop Out crowd, but I was wrong.
"Ms. Stone, my name is Lois from the clinic." She saw that I didn't get it. "Your doctor's office?"
"Oh Lois, I'm sorry my memory is crap and I'm not even forty." I knew right away that lying to her was a mistake. "Yes I am forty. I lie about my age." I laughed.
"Is there a woman who hasn't at one time or another?" Lois asked me, making me feel a hell of a lot better.
"Probably not, well, sit down Lois," I suggested.
She sat at the table, opened her coffee then spoke again, "You know I was one of the nurses those gangsters threatened. I was terrified. I almost quit the clinic that day. Then when Jeff's dad sent your skinny ass over, I was really terrified. I can still remember the sight of you sitting in that chair in our back hall. Then I remember the smell of gun powder and our problems went away. I guess I stopped to say thank you, I never got the chance that day. It scared the pee right out of me, but it also ended our problems."
"That's quite a speech but not necessary. You guys took care of me. I think we are even."
"Even that was because of us, so we owed you that and a lot more. I'm glad that it all worked out."
"Well it took a while for me to give another blow job, but it worked out." I laughed manically. Lois joined in.
"You know, you are something else," she said laughing and shaking her head.
I felt a lot better because of Lois. Maybe there is no conspiracy after all, I thought. That up tick in my morning lasted only until I got to the office. Ed was sitting at his desk with his first cup of fancy coffee, while I struggled to make coffee in the Mr. Coffee, he began on me. "Max, what the hell have you done?" he asked.
"Well my power is off, so I stopped by Hardees. If you mean the bag, I'm going to wash up in the bathroom and change my panties. Why?"
"I don't give a shit what you had for breakfast or that you need to take a whore's bath, I'm talking about Lucas." Ed wasn't angry he was worried.
"Ed, what the hell are you talking about?" I asked angrily.
"Lucas called me at home last night. He is all upset and is talking about quitting." Ed suggested.
"Yeah, I got that from the last time we talked. Maybe it's for the best. He needs to get his ass back in school. There is no real future here."
"Bullshit, you didn't have words about his future with your little business. You had words because he dared to question your decision." Ed had some of it right.
"He wanted me to explain a decision, so that Gwen and Mike could get the answer on tape before it happened. That wasn't Lucas, that was the TV star-wanna-be talking. Ed he either is loyal to me, while he is on the job, or he shouldn't be on the job."
"Oh, and you didn't willingly sign on to that TV thing." Ed asked.
"Come on you know that I agreed, but I also told them I would not change anything to accommodate them. They knew that they would have to find their own way. I don't have a problem with them. They were doing what they do; it's Lucas I had the problem with. As far as I'm concerned that is over, but he has to make up his own mind about whether to stay or go." It was quite a speech for me to make without having digested an adequate amount of coffee.
"One of you better back down or the outcome is not going to be good for either of you."
"Ed, he needs to go back to school. That is the best outcome for him. As for me, I can adapt to almost anything."
"If you say so?" Ed replied effectively ending our conversation.
"I don't suppose you have any idea why he is late?" I asked.
"No, if he doesn't show, we will know what he decided." Ed said sarcastically. There is nothing worse than sarcasm from a man old enough to be my dad.
"Well, I expect the Pros from Dover will show up anyway. We can always ask them." When I said that, Ed gave me a really nasty look
While the coffee was dripping, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I used my towel and washcloth from home to clean up. I didn't bother with even my usual small amount of makeup. I felt like crap and by all indications it was going to be a crap day.
I felt some better as I sat sipping my coffee trying to decide whether the time was right to go for Davenport, or not. I knew about all I was going to know about him, without a face to face meet. It was nine in the morning, so it was plenty late enough to at least make the appointment. If Lucas didn't show up for work, I could work in Tryon delivering papers before and after my meeting with Davenport. It would be an efficient use of my time, I decided.
I wanted to give Lucas a little more time before I committed myself to any plan, so I went to the Internet. I plugged in the web address for Google, then entered Calico cat. I quickly found that calico was only a descriptive term of one pattern of tricolor cats. I also found that tricolored cats are almost always female, but not always. I had not gotten close enough to know for sure the sex of the cat at home. I had assumed because of the injuries that it was a male.
Either way the cat was going to be special. Either it was the rare male model, or it was a female cat that didn't take any shit from anyone. I wasn't quite sure which I preferred. Since I knew almost nothing about cats, I got lost in reading about them. Any animal would fight when attacked, but some cats would fight for territory with other animals. It all made me even more curious about the cat's injuries. If it was a she, had she been that badly abused and how the hell did the other animal or person look? How well had she defended herself? If it was a male was he super aggressive and could I handle a cat like that? Oh hell, I thought. He might not even come back. I closed that and began to work on what to say to Davenport.
I dialed the office number for the Family Mission. "Family Mission, how may I help?" The voice on the phone asked."
"I need to speak with Mr. Davenport," I suggested.
"Who may I say is calling?" she asked.
"My name is Maxine Stone, and I represent one of his runaway's parents. I'm not sure what name she goes by there, but her real name is Julie. She has been with you about two weeks. She works in the kitchen, I'm told."
"Hold please while I check."
"You might want to inform Mr. Davenport, just in case he doesn't know, that she is 16 years old and does not have her parent's permission to be there. We need to discuss her future."
"Hold please," the secretary said. What a cheap operation, I thought. They didn't even have music playing while I was on hold. It took about five minutes for the secretary to come back on the phone. "I'm so sorry Ms. Stone, but brother Davenport is not going to have any time to see you today; maybe I could make you an appointment with someone else."
