CHAPTER 52
“This weekend was awesome. Thanks for inviting me along,” said Erica as they exited the rafts at the whitewater rafting company near Erwin.
“No problem,” said Charlie. “Cindy? Did you enjoy the time as well?”
“I think awesome is a good word to use,” said Cindy as she started unloading the rafts. The vehicles were waiting nearby after one of the deputies moved them during the trip from the house.
“Let’s get everything unloaded,” said Charlie as he saw a cruiser from the department roll up. A deputy came over and spoke with Mitch for several minutes before they both headed over to Charlie.
“Something happened while we were gone,” said Mitch.
“What?” asked Charlie.
“Anderson is waiting for a call from me and has since Friday,” said Mitch as he got out his cell phone and turned it back on. He called up Anderson’s number and got him on the line after several rings. “It’s Mitch.”
“Mitch, how was your trip?” asked Anderson.
“Relaxing,” said Mitch. “And your weekend?”
“About the same,” said Anderson and continued without any further small talk. “The story is about to break in the news.”
“The Cindy story?” asked Mitch.
“Apparently a reporter from Wolf News picked up on the story and is running with it,” said Anderson.
“And how is it going to come out?” asked Mitch.
“On our side the Attorney General thinks. He said the reporter has been completely unbiased so far,” said Anderson.
“And he trusts a big time reporter?” asked Mitch.
“He checked into her work and found she would be sympathetic to the cause,” said Anderson.
“Okay, when?” asked Mitch.
“Probably Wednesday or Thursday. But that’s not the reason I called,” said Anderson.
“The reporter wants an interview with Cindy,” said Mitch.
“She would like to have her on record, but will run the story no matter what,” said Anderson.
“I can’t make that call and pretty much neither can Charlie. It’ll be up to Cindy,” said Mitch.
“The reporter brought up a good point. It’s all about our side of the story,” said Anderson. “You put a teenage girl on camera crying about how she was forced into marriage and has had her civil rights stripped away, it tends to get people on our side. And we need the public opinion to make this right.”
“Again, it’s up to Cindy,” said Mitch.
“Can you talk to her and Charlie to find out if she will?” asked Anderson.
“I will, and I’ll get back to you,” said Mitch as he ended the call. “Charlie, we need to talk.”
“What’s going on?” asked Charlie.
“Apparently the story is about to break in the news. The reporter wants an interview with Cindy,” said Mitch.
“I’m inclined to say no,” said Charlie.
“But he does bring up a good point,” said Mitch as he explained about public opinion.
“I’ll give you that,” said Charlie. “But it is her decision to make.”
“Want to ask her?” asked Mitch.
“Yeah, once we get back home and get a shower,” said Charlie. “I’ll give you a call later and let you know.”
“Okay, the reporter is in Nashville for the moment but has to leave by Tuesday night, Wednesday morning at the latest,” said Mitch.
“I’ll let you know in a couple of hours,” said Charlie as he grabbed at another bag and loaded it into his truck. As he loaded the gear into the bed of the truck, the concern must have showed on his face.
“Something wrong?” asked Erica.
“Hmm? Nothing,” said Charlie.
“Something’s going on behind those pretty blue eyes,” said Erica.
“I’ll explain later,” said Charlie as he finished loading the gear. After everything was set, they headed back to the farm where the process was repeated although the gear was kept outside until it could be shaken down for spiders and other bugs that might have hitched a ride. Erica and Cindy claimed dibs on the shower first as Charlie set to getting the items dumped and put inside. He moved the laundry onto the back porch and the cooking gear into the kitchen so it would have one last washing before being put into storage again. Erica came back downstairs still drying off her long hair and cornered Charlie in the kitchen.
“So what’s going on?” she asked. Charlie took several minutes to explain to her about the conversation with Mitch. After he finished, she took in what he said and replied. “I think it’s a great idea to get her voice on record.”
“I’m just worried about her security,” said Charlie.
“So don’t let them take pictures around here,” said Erica.
“Or of her. Someone recognizes her face on TV and they will blab about it to the press,” said Charlie.
“Don’t you think that’s her decision to make?” asked Erica.
“It is, but I’m worried about her safety,” said Charlie.
“As am I, but she has to make this decision on her own. Yes, we should be there to help guide her, but she alone has to make the decision to stand up for what’s right and bring those responsible for her situation to justice,” said Erica.
“You’re pretty smart, you know that?” asked Charlie after a moment of thinking about what she said.
“Doctors aren’t exactly dim witted people,” she chuckled.
“So are you going to encourage her to go on camera and talk?” asked Charlie.
“At least have her voice heard so they won’t think this is a complete prank,” said Erica. “I’m like you; I worry about her father and that bunch tracking her down here.”
“But you’re right, they will need some sort of proof she is here,” said Charlie.
“Maybe like what they do with those spies. You know, in the shadows and all?” asked Erica.
“Kind of theatrical don’t you think?” asked Charlie, thinking of how sinister it always seemed.
“But keeps her safe,” said Erica.
“And possibly in a neutral location,” said Charlie.
“Maybe, maybe not. You might have to show this place off to more social workers before it’s all said and done,” said Erica.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. “Let’s talk about it with her over dinner.”
“Who’s cooking tonight? You or me?” asked Erica.
“Depends on what you want,” said Charlie.
“Nothing that tastes like it was made over a fire,” she laughed.
“Okay, simple I can do,” laughed Charlie in return and went through the house to finish unloading the gar and storing it away. Eventually Cindy bounced back downstairs and started attacking the dishes to clean and put away while Charlie concentrated on other things. Erica started the laundry after a second look for bugs and got everything separated into the proper piles. While they all enjoyed nature over the past few days, they also enjoyed the creature comforts of home even more.
Eventually it came time for supper and Charlie fixed up something simple. They sat down and started eating before Charlie broke the news.
“Mitch says a reporter has your story,” said Charlie.
“Is that a good thing?” asked Cindy after a moment to reflect on that news.
“He said Agent Anderson seems to think so,” said Charlie.
“Will this help my family?” asked Cindy.
“It should. This kind of thing gets press attention and generally you start seeing results,” said Erica.
“But what if it doesn’t?” asked Cindy.
“It will, remember you have the entire State backing you, including the Governor,” said Charlie.
“I’m just afraid they’ll make me go back and nothing will change,” said Cindy.
“I don’t think the State will let you go until everyone is happy with the outcome, including you,” said Charlie.
“Okay, so what do I need to do?” asked Cindy.
“Well, the reporter wants to do an interview with you,” said Erica. “And we think you should do one.”
“You think I should?” asked Cindy.
“It will help you get your concerns on record,” said Charlie.
“But will I be protected?” asked Cindy.
“That’s the tricky part,” said Erica. “I suggested you do the interview, but they black out your face.”
“Kind of sinister,” she laughed nervously.
“But for your protection,” said Charlie.
“And yours,” said Cindy. “I’ve been reading up about the shari’a law and the honor killings. What I did makes you a target as well.”
“I’ll be fine, along with Erica,” said Charlie.
“But I’m afraid I put you two in danger,” said Cindy. “And by doing an interview will make it even more.”
“I can protect myself,” said Charlie.
“And Erica?” asked Cindy.
“She wanted to learn to shoot. She’s a feisty one and she’ll be fine as well,” said Charlie.
“I don’t know,” said Cindy, thinking about the situation.
“We both think it would be in your best interests to do so. If the public sees how this affected you, it could very well change the way they think about it. You put a face on the story and they tend to change the perception of how it unfolds,” said Charlie.
“I’ll have to think about it. Do I need to make a decision right now?” asked Cindy.
“No, you can think about it. But the reporter will file the story soon,” said Charlie.
“I promise to have an answer by the morning,” said Cindy.
“Now that that’s settled, when are you going to teach me to shoot?” asked Erica.
“I thought you knew how,” said Charlie.
“I learned shotgun a long time ago,” said Erica. “But not pistol or rifle.”
“Well, now is the time to learn I suppose,” said Charlie. “Tomorrow afternoon maybe?”
“If I’m not busy, which I suspect I’ll be,” said Erica. “I figure after being out of the office for that long, everyone in Erwin will be in there about some sort of injury.”
“We’ll have to figure out what you’re comfortable with and go from there,” said Charlie.
“And me too?” asked Cindy.
“And you as well,” said Charlie. “And a concealed permit for you.”
“I thought doctors couldn’t shoot people. Doesn’t that violate the hippopotamus oath?” asked Cindy.
“The Hippocratic Oath?” asked Erica with a laugh.
“Yeah, that one,” said Cindy with a grin.
“Do no harm, so it is said, is actually not in the Hippocratic Oath anywhere. It’s actually comes from primum non nocere which means it’s better to do nothing rather than something which might harm a patient. Kind of a vague way of saying self defense is hurting a potential patient more than doing nothing,” said Erica.
“So it does or doesn’t violate the Oath?” asked Cindy.
“It’s a fine line and a moral obligation to not harm a patient by doing something more than you would by doing nothing. But it’s more of a guideline rather than a rule,” said Erica.
“So you can or can’t shoot someone?” asked Cindy.
“I can, provided they were going to harm me,” said Erica.
“I didn’t know that,” said Charlie.
“It’s a moral debate within the medicine field. I would be seen as a pariah by some of my colleagues, but I’d rather be alive as a pariah than a dead doctor who stood on moral principle,” said Erica.
“Interesting way of looking at it,” said Charlie.
“So yes, as long as I’m not completely slammed tomorrow, I’ll start tomorrow,” said Erica.
“Have to get you something you can conceal,” said Charlie thoughtfully.
“Nothing matching yours?” asked Erica with a grin.
“With your build, you would have a hard time concealing a 1911,” he laughed.
“Am I to take that as a compliment?” asked Erica.
“Absolutely,” said Charlie. “It’s quite the dazzling build.”
“And me too?” asked Cindy.
“I can’t legally,” said Charlie. “Not until you are older that is. But you can handle them under adult supervision and for protection.”
“Do I get to come along as well?” asked Cindy.
“Of course,” said Charlie. “Maybe even more you up in caliber.”
“Cool!” exclaimed Cindy.
And the supper conversation continued into the evening. Dishes were washed and the three retired to the living room to watch a movie on TV. As the night fell, they headed back to the comfortable beds they had been missing and fell fast asleep.
“I am sorry for the loss of your brother,” said the mother of Daniel Grant’s wife. The funeral services were complete and the burial had been done that morning.
“He was a good man,” said Mohammed Hassan. “And Stella was a good woman as well.”
“The investigation didn’t turn up anything. Just an accident,” said the father, who still thought there was something wrong with the situation.
“I was an engineer once, I know it happens, but not often,” said Hassan.
“And what do you do now?” asked the father.
“I am an engineer for a community in upstate New York,” said Hassan.
“Are you a Muslim?” asked the mother.
“Yes, converted over a few years ago,” said Hassan.
“I was wondering since your wife had her veil on and all,” said the mother.
“It is our custom,” said Hassan and switched the subject. “Are you from California?”
“Yes, born and raised,” said the father. “And you?”
“Yes, originally. But we’ve moved around since that time,” said Hassan.
“The family didn’t leave a will behind,” said the father.
“I thought Daniel had made one some years ago,” said Hassan.
“Not that we could find. We were hoping you could shed some light on that,” said the father.
“No, he never sent me a copy. Perhaps it was something he planned to do, but never got around to it. Daniel was always forgetting little things like that,” said Hassan with a brief smile.
“It seems like a bad time for this, but what about the disposition of their accounts?” asked the father.
“You had something in mind?” asked Hassan.
“Daniel was heavily involved in the Boy Scouts. It would be fitting to see their accounts donated to that charity,” said the father.
“I have no objection to that,” said Hassan. “What do I need to do?”
“How long are you staying?” asked the father.
“Through tomorrow, but I can extend my visit if needs be,” said Hassan.
“We can talk to our lawyer tomorrow,” said the father. “And draft up the appropriate paperwork.”
“That will be fine,” said Hassan and looked around. He had a suspicion he had been followed by the community in New York, but hadn’t seen anyone out of place. Since their estrangement some years before, Hassan had no idea who Daniel’s friends were and couldn’t readily identify anyone who looked out of place. But he still had the feeling he was being watched.
“We can call you tomorrow. But tonight, would you care to be our guest for dinner?” asked the mother.
“My family and I were planning on having a private dinner where we could mourn together,” said Hassan.
“I understand,” said the mother. “But we are also your family.”
“I mean no offense, just that I prefer to be alone with my direct family while I mourn the loss of my brother,” said Hassan.
“We understand,” said the father. “If you need anything more, please let us know.”
“Thank you,” said Hassan and stared at the ground where his brother was laid to rest. He said a small prayer to Allah and hoped He would be understanding when dealing with his brother since he had not accepted Mohammed as the one true prophet. And even though they disagreed with the choice in religions, Hassan still hoped Allah would be merciful to Daniel and his family since they were good people overall.
As he departed the gravesite, he wondered what path his own life was on and wondered what plans Allah had in store for him. He wondered whether or not his family would ever be back together again and if the current struggle would work in his favor. He still felt like something was wrong with the untimely death of his brother, but knew these things happened from time to time. Daniel had just been unlucky in the fact the gas line had destroyed his house. Sometimes Allah worked in mysterious ways and for some reason he allowed it to happen.
At another mourning family on the other end of the country, Melinda Lyons was currently going through the garage getting some of Kurt’s old things organized. She had promised his brother some of his workshop tools and was currently figuring out what was still needed around the house and what could be given away. If Kurt had an organizing system in the garage, he certainly kept it in his head. As she moved the rolling toolbox towards the door, a bag fell from behind onto the floor. Curious as to why Kurt would put it there, she stopped what she was doing and picked it up. It was fairly bulky she noticed as she put it on top of the toolbox and unzipped the top zipper. Her eyes just about bulged out of her head when she noticed the contents of cash bundled up. But she also noticed a letter on top with her name on it.
Ignoring the cash for the moment, she opened the sealed envelope and started reading words from beyond the grave. She immediately recognized the handwriting as her husband’s since he had atrocious handwriting and rarely could be deciphered by anyone except a family member. And as she read, a frown grew on her face and he hadn’t needed to resort to bribery to make ends meet. She had known they were in financial trouble, but they always managed to get by with what they had. But she also realized her husband was doing it for the family. While it wasn’t the greatest of principles, at least he had done it with them on his mind instead of pure greed.
But as she continued reading, another thought struck her. She had often thought his untimely death was more than a coincidence and since then, the robber had not struck again. The police still didn’t have any leads and the case was going cold. She knew he had been hard at work on something before he died, but didn’t know what exactly. But it had been troubling to him since she had noticed something was weighing heavily on his mind after he was complete. As she finished the letter, she reread it two more times to make sure she had all her information correct. Again, she wasn’t sure of why, but even he suspected possible foul play in the aftermath. This was something for the police to investigate, but didn’t want to see Kurt’s good name drug through the mud for his first (she hoped) case of bribery. She needed more concrete evidence of wrongdoing before going to the police. As she sat with the bag open, she started to wonder how exactly she would get evidence pointing to wrongdoing on whatever case he worked that got him into trouble.
She started wondering who could help her and came upon the idea of getting in touch with old friends. Certainly he could help, she thought as she remembered he was in the State as well. Zipping the bag back up and folding the letter, she went into the house to see if she had his number still. But some things were better off being done in person rather than over a phone. She would contact him and see if he could find the time in his schedule to meet her.
“Hello?” asked Susan Brooks as she saw the number on her cell phone was listed as “private.”
“Hello, is this Susan Brooks?” asked the voice on the other end.
“Yes, who is this?” asked Susan.
“I understand you are running a story for the news about a teenage girl who was being forced into marriage in New York,” said the voice.
“I cannot comment on stories until they are run,” said Susan. “Who is this please?”
“And I also understand you are having a hard time with getting the girl in question to talk,” said the voice.
“Again, I don’t know who your sources are, but I cannot comment on stories before they are published,” said Susan.
“I can help with your story,” said the voice.
“And how?” asked Susan.
“I’m Cindy Grant and I’d like to do an interview,” said Cindy from the other end, reaching her decision.
“This weekend was awesome. Thanks for inviting me along,” said Erica as they exited the rafts at the whitewater rafting company near Erwin.
“No problem,” said Charlie. “Cindy? Did you enjoy the time as well?”
“I think awesome is a good word to use,” said Cindy as she started unloading the rafts. The vehicles were waiting nearby after one of the deputies moved them during the trip from the house.
“Let’s get everything unloaded,” said Charlie as he saw a cruiser from the department roll up. A deputy came over and spoke with Mitch for several minutes before they both headed over to Charlie.
“Something happened while we were gone,” said Mitch.
“What?” asked Charlie.
“Anderson is waiting for a call from me and has since Friday,” said Mitch as he got out his cell phone and turned it back on. He called up Anderson’s number and got him on the line after several rings. “It’s Mitch.”
“Mitch, how was your trip?” asked Anderson.
“Relaxing,” said Mitch. “And your weekend?”
“About the same,” said Anderson and continued without any further small talk. “The story is about to break in the news.”
“The Cindy story?” asked Mitch.
“Apparently a reporter from Wolf News picked up on the story and is running with it,” said Anderson.
“And how is it going to come out?” asked Mitch.
“On our side the Attorney General thinks. He said the reporter has been completely unbiased so far,” said Anderson.
“And he trusts a big time reporter?” asked Mitch.
“He checked into her work and found she would be sympathetic to the cause,” said Anderson.
“Okay, when?” asked Mitch.
“Probably Wednesday or Thursday. But that’s not the reason I called,” said Anderson.
“The reporter wants an interview with Cindy,” said Mitch.
“She would like to have her on record, but will run the story no matter what,” said Anderson.
“I can’t make that call and pretty much neither can Charlie. It’ll be up to Cindy,” said Mitch.
“The reporter brought up a good point. It’s all about our side of the story,” said Anderson. “You put a teenage girl on camera crying about how she was forced into marriage and has had her civil rights stripped away, it tends to get people on our side. And we need the public opinion to make this right.”
“Again, it’s up to Cindy,” said Mitch.
“Can you talk to her and Charlie to find out if she will?” asked Anderson.
“I will, and I’ll get back to you,” said Mitch as he ended the call. “Charlie, we need to talk.”
“What’s going on?” asked Charlie.
“Apparently the story is about to break in the news. The reporter wants an interview with Cindy,” said Mitch.
“I’m inclined to say no,” said Charlie.
“But he does bring up a good point,” said Mitch as he explained about public opinion.
“I’ll give you that,” said Charlie. “But it is her decision to make.”
“Want to ask her?” asked Mitch.
“Yeah, once we get back home and get a shower,” said Charlie. “I’ll give you a call later and let you know.”
“Okay, the reporter is in Nashville for the moment but has to leave by Tuesday night, Wednesday morning at the latest,” said Mitch.
“I’ll let you know in a couple of hours,” said Charlie as he grabbed at another bag and loaded it into his truck. As he loaded the gear into the bed of the truck, the concern must have showed on his face.
“Something wrong?” asked Erica.
“Hmm? Nothing,” said Charlie.
“Something’s going on behind those pretty blue eyes,” said Erica.
“I’ll explain later,” said Charlie as he finished loading the gear. After everything was set, they headed back to the farm where the process was repeated although the gear was kept outside until it could be shaken down for spiders and other bugs that might have hitched a ride. Erica and Cindy claimed dibs on the shower first as Charlie set to getting the items dumped and put inside. He moved the laundry onto the back porch and the cooking gear into the kitchen so it would have one last washing before being put into storage again. Erica came back downstairs still drying off her long hair and cornered Charlie in the kitchen.
“So what’s going on?” she asked. Charlie took several minutes to explain to her about the conversation with Mitch. After he finished, she took in what he said and replied. “I think it’s a great idea to get her voice on record.”
“I’m just worried about her security,” said Charlie.
“So don’t let them take pictures around here,” said Erica.
“Or of her. Someone recognizes her face on TV and they will blab about it to the press,” said Charlie.
“Don’t you think that’s her decision to make?” asked Erica.
“It is, but I’m worried about her safety,” said Charlie.
“As am I, but she has to make this decision on her own. Yes, we should be there to help guide her, but she alone has to make the decision to stand up for what’s right and bring those responsible for her situation to justice,” said Erica.
“You’re pretty smart, you know that?” asked Charlie after a moment of thinking about what she said.
“Doctors aren’t exactly dim witted people,” she chuckled.
“So are you going to encourage her to go on camera and talk?” asked Charlie.
“At least have her voice heard so they won’t think this is a complete prank,” said Erica. “I’m like you; I worry about her father and that bunch tracking her down here.”
“But you’re right, they will need some sort of proof she is here,” said Charlie.
“Maybe like what they do with those spies. You know, in the shadows and all?” asked Erica.
“Kind of theatrical don’t you think?” asked Charlie, thinking of how sinister it always seemed.
“But keeps her safe,” said Erica.
“And possibly in a neutral location,” said Charlie.
“Maybe, maybe not. You might have to show this place off to more social workers before it’s all said and done,” said Erica.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. “Let’s talk about it with her over dinner.”
“Who’s cooking tonight? You or me?” asked Erica.
“Depends on what you want,” said Charlie.
“Nothing that tastes like it was made over a fire,” she laughed.
“Okay, simple I can do,” laughed Charlie in return and went through the house to finish unloading the gar and storing it away. Eventually Cindy bounced back downstairs and started attacking the dishes to clean and put away while Charlie concentrated on other things. Erica started the laundry after a second look for bugs and got everything separated into the proper piles. While they all enjoyed nature over the past few days, they also enjoyed the creature comforts of home even more.
Eventually it came time for supper and Charlie fixed up something simple. They sat down and started eating before Charlie broke the news.
“Mitch says a reporter has your story,” said Charlie.
“Is that a good thing?” asked Cindy after a moment to reflect on that news.
“He said Agent Anderson seems to think so,” said Charlie.
“Will this help my family?” asked Cindy.
“It should. This kind of thing gets press attention and generally you start seeing results,” said Erica.
“But what if it doesn’t?” asked Cindy.
“It will, remember you have the entire State backing you, including the Governor,” said Charlie.
“I’m just afraid they’ll make me go back and nothing will change,” said Cindy.
“I don’t think the State will let you go until everyone is happy with the outcome, including you,” said Charlie.
“Okay, so what do I need to do?” asked Cindy.
“Well, the reporter wants to do an interview with you,” said Erica. “And we think you should do one.”
“You think I should?” asked Cindy.
“It will help you get your concerns on record,” said Charlie.
“But will I be protected?” asked Cindy.
“That’s the tricky part,” said Erica. “I suggested you do the interview, but they black out your face.”
“Kind of sinister,” she laughed nervously.
“But for your protection,” said Charlie.
“And yours,” said Cindy. “I’ve been reading up about the shari’a law and the honor killings. What I did makes you a target as well.”
“I’ll be fine, along with Erica,” said Charlie.
“But I’m afraid I put you two in danger,” said Cindy. “And by doing an interview will make it even more.”
“I can protect myself,” said Charlie.
“And Erica?” asked Cindy.
“She wanted to learn to shoot. She’s a feisty one and she’ll be fine as well,” said Charlie.
“I don’t know,” said Cindy, thinking about the situation.
“We both think it would be in your best interests to do so. If the public sees how this affected you, it could very well change the way they think about it. You put a face on the story and they tend to change the perception of how it unfolds,” said Charlie.
“I’ll have to think about it. Do I need to make a decision right now?” asked Cindy.
“No, you can think about it. But the reporter will file the story soon,” said Charlie.
“I promise to have an answer by the morning,” said Cindy.
“Now that that’s settled, when are you going to teach me to shoot?” asked Erica.
“I thought you knew how,” said Charlie.
“I learned shotgun a long time ago,” said Erica. “But not pistol or rifle.”
“Well, now is the time to learn I suppose,” said Charlie. “Tomorrow afternoon maybe?”
“If I’m not busy, which I suspect I’ll be,” said Erica. “I figure after being out of the office for that long, everyone in Erwin will be in there about some sort of injury.”
“We’ll have to figure out what you’re comfortable with and go from there,” said Charlie.
“And me too?” asked Cindy.
“And you as well,” said Charlie. “And a concealed permit for you.”
“I thought doctors couldn’t shoot people. Doesn’t that violate the hippopotamus oath?” asked Cindy.
“The Hippocratic Oath?” asked Erica with a laugh.
“Yeah, that one,” said Cindy with a grin.
“Do no harm, so it is said, is actually not in the Hippocratic Oath anywhere. It’s actually comes from primum non nocere which means it’s better to do nothing rather than something which might harm a patient. Kind of a vague way of saying self defense is hurting a potential patient more than doing nothing,” said Erica.
“So it does or doesn’t violate the Oath?” asked Cindy.
“It’s a fine line and a moral obligation to not harm a patient by doing something more than you would by doing nothing. But it’s more of a guideline rather than a rule,” said Erica.
“So you can or can’t shoot someone?” asked Cindy.
“I can, provided they were going to harm me,” said Erica.
“I didn’t know that,” said Charlie.
“It’s a moral debate within the medicine field. I would be seen as a pariah by some of my colleagues, but I’d rather be alive as a pariah than a dead doctor who stood on moral principle,” said Erica.
“Interesting way of looking at it,” said Charlie.
“So yes, as long as I’m not completely slammed tomorrow, I’ll start tomorrow,” said Erica.
“Have to get you something you can conceal,” said Charlie thoughtfully.
“Nothing matching yours?” asked Erica with a grin.
“With your build, you would have a hard time concealing a 1911,” he laughed.
“Am I to take that as a compliment?” asked Erica.
“Absolutely,” said Charlie. “It’s quite the dazzling build.”
“And me too?” asked Cindy.
“I can’t legally,” said Charlie. “Not until you are older that is. But you can handle them under adult supervision and for protection.”
“Do I get to come along as well?” asked Cindy.
“Of course,” said Charlie. “Maybe even more you up in caliber.”
“Cool!” exclaimed Cindy.
And the supper conversation continued into the evening. Dishes were washed and the three retired to the living room to watch a movie on TV. As the night fell, they headed back to the comfortable beds they had been missing and fell fast asleep.
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“I am sorry for the loss of your brother,” said the mother of Daniel Grant’s wife. The funeral services were complete and the burial had been done that morning.
“He was a good man,” said Mohammed Hassan. “And Stella was a good woman as well.”
“The investigation didn’t turn up anything. Just an accident,” said the father, who still thought there was something wrong with the situation.
“I was an engineer once, I know it happens, but not often,” said Hassan.
“And what do you do now?” asked the father.
“I am an engineer for a community in upstate New York,” said Hassan.
“Are you a Muslim?” asked the mother.
“Yes, converted over a few years ago,” said Hassan.
“I was wondering since your wife had her veil on and all,” said the mother.
“It is our custom,” said Hassan and switched the subject. “Are you from California?”
“Yes, born and raised,” said the father. “And you?”
“Yes, originally. But we’ve moved around since that time,” said Hassan.
“The family didn’t leave a will behind,” said the father.
“I thought Daniel had made one some years ago,” said Hassan.
“Not that we could find. We were hoping you could shed some light on that,” said the father.
“No, he never sent me a copy. Perhaps it was something he planned to do, but never got around to it. Daniel was always forgetting little things like that,” said Hassan with a brief smile.
“It seems like a bad time for this, but what about the disposition of their accounts?” asked the father.
“You had something in mind?” asked Hassan.
“Daniel was heavily involved in the Boy Scouts. It would be fitting to see their accounts donated to that charity,” said the father.
“I have no objection to that,” said Hassan. “What do I need to do?”
“How long are you staying?” asked the father.
“Through tomorrow, but I can extend my visit if needs be,” said Hassan.
“We can talk to our lawyer tomorrow,” said the father. “And draft up the appropriate paperwork.”
“That will be fine,” said Hassan and looked around. He had a suspicion he had been followed by the community in New York, but hadn’t seen anyone out of place. Since their estrangement some years before, Hassan had no idea who Daniel’s friends were and couldn’t readily identify anyone who looked out of place. But he still had the feeling he was being watched.
“We can call you tomorrow. But tonight, would you care to be our guest for dinner?” asked the mother.
“My family and I were planning on having a private dinner where we could mourn together,” said Hassan.
“I understand,” said the mother. “But we are also your family.”
“I mean no offense, just that I prefer to be alone with my direct family while I mourn the loss of my brother,” said Hassan.
“We understand,” said the father. “If you need anything more, please let us know.”
“Thank you,” said Hassan and stared at the ground where his brother was laid to rest. He said a small prayer to Allah and hoped He would be understanding when dealing with his brother since he had not accepted Mohammed as the one true prophet. And even though they disagreed with the choice in religions, Hassan still hoped Allah would be merciful to Daniel and his family since they were good people overall.
As he departed the gravesite, he wondered what path his own life was on and wondered what plans Allah had in store for him. He wondered whether or not his family would ever be back together again and if the current struggle would work in his favor. He still felt like something was wrong with the untimely death of his brother, but knew these things happened from time to time. Daniel had just been unlucky in the fact the gas line had destroyed his house. Sometimes Allah worked in mysterious ways and for some reason he allowed it to happen.
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At another mourning family on the other end of the country, Melinda Lyons was currently going through the garage getting some of Kurt’s old things organized. She had promised his brother some of his workshop tools and was currently figuring out what was still needed around the house and what could be given away. If Kurt had an organizing system in the garage, he certainly kept it in his head. As she moved the rolling toolbox towards the door, a bag fell from behind onto the floor. Curious as to why Kurt would put it there, she stopped what she was doing and picked it up. It was fairly bulky she noticed as she put it on top of the toolbox and unzipped the top zipper. Her eyes just about bulged out of her head when she noticed the contents of cash bundled up. But she also noticed a letter on top with her name on it.
Ignoring the cash for the moment, she opened the sealed envelope and started reading words from beyond the grave. She immediately recognized the handwriting as her husband’s since he had atrocious handwriting and rarely could be deciphered by anyone except a family member. And as she read, a frown grew on her face and he hadn’t needed to resort to bribery to make ends meet. She had known they were in financial trouble, but they always managed to get by with what they had. But she also realized her husband was doing it for the family. While it wasn’t the greatest of principles, at least he had done it with them on his mind instead of pure greed.
But as she continued reading, another thought struck her. She had often thought his untimely death was more than a coincidence and since then, the robber had not struck again. The police still didn’t have any leads and the case was going cold. She knew he had been hard at work on something before he died, but didn’t know what exactly. But it had been troubling to him since she had noticed something was weighing heavily on his mind after he was complete. As she finished the letter, she reread it two more times to make sure she had all her information correct. Again, she wasn’t sure of why, but even he suspected possible foul play in the aftermath. This was something for the police to investigate, but didn’t want to see Kurt’s good name drug through the mud for his first (she hoped) case of bribery. She needed more concrete evidence of wrongdoing before going to the police. As she sat with the bag open, she started to wonder how exactly she would get evidence pointing to wrongdoing on whatever case he worked that got him into trouble.
She started wondering who could help her and came upon the idea of getting in touch with old friends. Certainly he could help, she thought as she remembered he was in the State as well. Zipping the bag back up and folding the letter, she went into the house to see if she had his number still. But some things were better off being done in person rather than over a phone. She would contact him and see if he could find the time in his schedule to meet her.
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“Hello?” asked Susan Brooks as she saw the number on her cell phone was listed as “private.”
“Hello, is this Susan Brooks?” asked the voice on the other end.
“Yes, who is this?” asked Susan.
“I understand you are running a story for the news about a teenage girl who was being forced into marriage in New York,” said the voice.
“I cannot comment on stories until they are run,” said Susan. “Who is this please?”
“And I also understand you are having a hard time with getting the girl in question to talk,” said the voice.
“Again, I don’t know who your sources are, but I cannot comment on stories before they are published,” said Susan.
“I can help with your story,” said the voice.
“And how?” asked Susan.
“I’m Cindy Grant and I’d like to do an interview,” said Cindy from the other end, reaching her decision.
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