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KIDS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Chapter Five

Hot Pursuit


Sheriff Begley looked up from a map that concealed the desk's usual
clutter.  "Good morning, Red," he boomed affably.  "I'm glad you're in
early.  We've got a lot of action today."

"Problems?" the deputy asked.  He placed his hat on a chair.

"Yeah, if you consider runaway kids a problem.  We've got four of them
missing."

Cartwright knew immediately which four could not be found, but he had to
inquire for the sake of appearance.  "Who are they?"

"To begin with there's that cute tomboy Molly O'Donnell we talked about
the other day."  Begley gave him a wink.  "She and her kid brother,
Chuck.  Then there's Rick Spellman and his weird cousin Jack.  I just
don't understand about Rick."  He frowned.  "He's one of my eagle
scouts."  Begley was the local scout master.

"He's older too, isn't he?" Cartright inquired.  "Can you consider him a
runaway at his age?"

"Yeah, he's about old enough to join the army, but I think he's with the
other kids."

"They hang out together, Sheriff.  Maybe they're off on some kind of
summer prank."

"I hope so, Red, but Rick's mother says the boy took his .22 with him
along with a whole lot of camping gear and food.

"They're probably out in the field playing kid games.  I'll take the
jeep and look for them."

"The field, yes."  Begley placed both hands flat on the desk as if he
were about to stand.  "The field is another matter for us.  I've just
learned that Craig Landau intends to develop it.  He's going to put a
huge super secret factory on it to make god knows what.  One of his
people is here this morning to supervise what she calls a security
survey."

Cartwright looked vaguely around the office.

"She's in the can right now, Red.  Yes, here she comes now."

Lois Schneider was almost as tall as he, Cartwright noticed at once.
She wore denim jeans that clung attractively to her long legs and a
matching jacket.  Her cowgirl appearance was stylish and contrived.

Begley rose to his feet.  "Red, this is Ms. Lois Schneider from Craig
Landau's headquarters.  Ms. Schneider, Red Cartwright is my chief
deputy."

"Hello, Mr. Cartwright."  She extended her hand.  "Please forgive my
attire.  I expect to tramp about in some weeds today."

He returned her greeting with a word and a handshake.  The mention of
Craig Landau's name caused him to  pondered a moment, then suddenly he
made the connection --_ Craig_!.

She smiled sweetly at him.  "Sheriff Begley says you know that acreage
very well."  She pointed at the map on the desk.

Cartwright noticed for the first time it was a very detailed surveyor's
country map.

"Yes, ma'am . . ."

"Please call me Lois, and I'll call you Red, if you don't mind."
Another warm smile.

"Yes, Lois.  I grew up here.  I used to play in that field when I was
young."

"We need to survey it, Red.  It's for security reasons.  I can't explain
further, you understand.  I already have a few men on site and some more
should arrive this morning. I also have a chopper that'll take off when
the mist clears."

"How can I help?"  He felt obliged to say it, although he really wanted
to ask about Craig Landau's possible interest in young boys.

"Well, you could check the map for accuracy, if you don't mind.  Perhaps
you know about caves or other hiding places that are not marked."

"Hiding places?"

"Yes.  We're conducting a security inspection, you know."

He paused to think, but not about the attractive woman's business.  He
was certain the kids were out there.

"Of course I'll look at the map, Lois.  But I should also go into the
field to see if it remains as I remember."

"I understand.  I'll inform my people they might encounter a sheriff's
deputy."

"I hope they'll also find some runaway kids too," Begley spoke up.
"We're missing four of them."

"I'll inform them of that too, Sheriff."  She smiled.  Her eyes
sparkled.  "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be off."

Both Cartwright and Begley admired the woman's snug buttocks as she left
the office.

"Jesus!  What a piece!" the sheriff exclaimed when she was out of
earshot.

Cartwright agreed with a nod.  His mind, however, was on the woman's
employer and especially what Molly had told him the previous night.

"I have some disturbing information about the Farnsworth case, Sheriff.
There's some things you need to know."

"That case is closed, Red.  It's over and done with.  I have my orders.
I don't even care if you've found another suspect.  It's finished."

Cartwright shuffled his feet and remained silent.  He was the sort of
person who never challenged authority, but he lingered in the office as
if he wanted to speak.

Begley looked from the map.  "It's over I said.  Now go out and look for
those kids."


* * *


"I want to go home"  Chuck glanced nervously at each of his older
friends, hoping his suggestion would not be dismissed as that of a
fearful child.  "I thought we'd have fun camping and hiding out, but now
I'd feel safer at home."

"He has a point."  Molly spoke directly to Rick.  "It's obvious those
people chasing us aren't cops.  I can't imagine they'd come into our
houses.  But out here in the field we're like sitting ducks.  We have no
where to hide.."

The older boy squirmed as he stood, abashed like an out maneuvered
general.  "I didn't realize they were so serious," he confessed
sheepishly.  I didn't expect the helicopter."

"Well, I don't have a home to go back to," Jack whined.  "I've been
thrown out."

Rick placed a hand on his cousin's shoulder as he looked apprehensively
at the sky.  "You can come with me Jack,"  he said.  "My dad likes you
for some reason.  He'll straighten things out with your family."

"Then we can leave?" Chuck asked loudly, astounded that his defeatist
suggestion had not been rejected.

Rick gave his younger friend a wink. "Let's pack up," he said
confidently, once again assuming command. "We can be back at the highway
in half an hour."

Within minutes they were underway heading south beside the creek bed,
which in daylight was easier going than the previous night.  Willow
trees and cotton woods lined their passage, singly and in groups, along
with clumps of cat tail, pussy willow and milk weed.  The sky was clear
and the morning warm.  Under other circumstances it would have been a
splendid day for camping out and playing in the field.

After just ten minutes of hiking they heard the ominous sound of a
helicopter.  They looked up in horror at the approaching aircraft.

"Back there," Rick shouted, pointing toward a willow tree twenty yards
behind them.  It was not as large as the one that had sheltered them
overnight, but the branches provided some cover.

Molly and Chuck retreated with Rick, but Jack flung aside the two
packages he was carrying and ran furiously southward toward the highway
that was almost in sight.  The chopper soon hovered over the boy who
halted and stood staring up in panic as the prop wash flattened the
weeds around him.  A large SUV suddenly appeared bouncing recklessly
over the uneven ground.  The noisy aircraft then banked away and headed
north as the ground vehicle skidded to a stop a few yards away from
Jack.  The other three fugitives cowered behind some low bushes next to
a tree just fifty yards distant.

Two large men and a woman, equally tall, emerged from the van.

"You there!  What's your name?" the woman called in a voice loud enough
to be heard by the three kids hiding near the willow.

Jack gaped in terror at the threatening strangers and stepped backward
ready to bolt.

"Where are your friends?" one of the men yelled and pulled a gun from
inside his jacket.  Jack cringed.  He pointed at the willow tree where
the others were visible, if one looked closely.

When the adults turned and obviously spotted Rick and his small command,
Jack raced off crying like a terrified child.

"He's getting away!" the woman shouted, when she again looked toward
Jack.

Rick's mind did not record clearly what happened next.  It occurred too
quickly.  A man began shooting with a large hand gun.  Jack fell to the
ground and was lost to sight in the high weeds.  Molly screamed.  One
man rushed forward to where Jack had fallen and the other two adults
approached the willow with drawn guns.  Rick unslung his .22 and worked
the bolt to load the rifle.

"Get back!" he shouted.  "I'll shoot!"

The man, closer than the woman, raised his arm and fired three loud
shots in quick succession at the crouching children, two of which
hitting the ground just in front of them and the third nicking Rick in
the thumb.  Rick responded with a single, lesser noise and the man
suddenly collapsed when a bullet pierced his eye.  The woman fired
repeatedly as she quickly retreated, and other shots rang out from the
man near Jack's body.  Rick worked the bolt and fired three more times.

Then, for a moment, the field was deathly still, until birds resumed
their songs.  The sound of the helicopter grew closer.  Another SUV
appeared from the west, bouncing dangerously at high speed.  Molly,
lying on the ground, pressed her face to Rick's thigh and wailed
piteously.

"Let's go in here!"  Chuck screamed.  He crouched amid cat tails and
reeds in the creek bed a few yards from the tree's shelter.

Rick understood immediately.  He pushed Molly toward her brother.  He
paused for an instant then grabbed the duffel bag.  When he rolled down
to the creek bed the other two were already clambering into a sewer pipe
three feet in diameter that was partially concealed by the nearby
foliage.  He went in feet first dragging the bag behind him hoping it
would protect them against gun shots fired from the end of the pipe.

But they were safe, at least from that danger.  "Don't shoot in there!"
he heard the woman's voice exclaim.  "How would we get a body out?  We
wouldn't know if we got them all."

The kids had often played in the large culvert that carried the creek
under the highway.  But never before had they penetrated this smaller
one for more than a few yards.  According to neighborhood lore it
extended over two hundred yards where it supposedly passed under a rail
spur.  No one knew where it ended.


* * *


Lois stared at the drain's opening.  "Where the fuck does this go?" she
murmured to herself.

Sergei approached her from behind.  "Al's dead and so is the kid," he
reported without the least display of emotion. "What do we do now?"

She looked at his face, one so ugly that it was interesting.  "First
dispose of the bodies," she said brusquely.  "You know where to take
them."

With a slight wave of his arm the Russian signaled a man to accompany
him, and they both set off on their graves detail.

"Bronson," Lois called to still another man who had arrived in the
second vehicle.  "Tell Lester to keep the new men away from this sector,
but bring me the map first."

With the map in hand she squatted and unrolled it on the dry ground of
the creek bed.  "Shit!" she exclaimed, finding no marking for the small
drain tunnel.  She stood and assessed the three men who remained with
her.  "Stay here," she ordered.  "I have to go back to the sheriff's
office."

She got into one of the vans and sped off toward Stearns Trail and the
nearby highway heedless of a small bullet hole in the windshield.  She
sought to calm herself.  She had to ask some urgent questions
nonchalantly.

Begley was alone in the office, when Lois arrived with the map under her
arm.  He looked up and grinned at the attractive woman.

"Welcome back, Ms. Schneider.  You can't be finished so soon."

"No, Sheriff.  I'm just taking a breather.  I also have a question for
you about a drain pipe."

"Drain pipe?"

"Yes.  It juts into the creek bed out in the field.  It's about three
feet in diameter, but it's not marked on the map."

Begley rubbed his chin thoughtfully.  "There's a big one under the
highway," he mused.

"This one is about a third of a mile north of the highway."

He looked up suddenly.  "Yes!  Now I remember.  It leads to the vacant
industrial buildings beyond the railway tracks.  Twenty years ago people
complained about the factories pouring sewage through it and into the
creek.  Is it important?"

"Not really, Sheriff.  I'll mark it down on the map.  When construction
begins, we'll have to dig it up."

"Would you care for some coffee, Ms. Schneider?"

"No, thank you.  I should be getting back.  You know how men dawdle when
not properly supervised."

"Yes, ma'am!  I know that well enough."

Lois skipped down the stairs of the small building and met Cartwright
who just before had been examining the hole in her windshield.

"Find any hiding places?" he asked pleasantly.

"Just a drain pipe.  No caves."

"There aren't any caves out there, Lois.  The land's not right for
those."

"Actually, Red, there's not much of anything in that field.  It's mostly
flat and uninteresting, except for the creek bed."

"We used to camp there when we were kids," Cartwright reminisced.  "A
nice pond develops at the wide spot after heavy rains."

"Did you play hide and seek?" the woman asked coyly.

"Often.  But when we got older we let the girls find us."

"I bet you did!  Did you ever hide in the small drain tunnel?"

"Sometimes, although most of us found it too spooky."

Cartwright was suddenly very fearful for the kids.  The woman's words
convinced him they had been found and chased into the sewer.  He
remained calm, however, and did not betray his anxiety.  He also decided
not to pry.  He thought it best to conceal for the moment his knowledge
regarding Lois' employer and her true purpose in searching the field.

"Perhaps we can talk some more later, Red," she said hurriedly," but I
have to get back now."

"We're all busy today, aren't we, Lois?" he remarked with a foot on the
stairs.

She gave him a wave and rushed to her van.  Cartwright took the four
stairs two at a time and closed the door behind him.  Through the window
he saw her standing next to the vehicle talking animatedly into a phone.

Begley was still at his desk when Cartwright entered the office.  "That
woman makes it really hard for me, Red, if you catch my drift," the man
said without looking up.

"I won't tell your wife and six children, Sheriff.

Cartwright paced the floor in silence.  Begley put aside his work and
glanced at him.  "What's on your mind?  You know I don't want to hear
any more about the Farnsworth case."

"I think the those kids are in trouble, Sheriff, in real danger."

"The runaways?"

"Yeah.  I think they're being chased.  They might be holed up in that
small sewer out in the field."

"Why's that, Red?  Who's chasing them?"  Begley leaned back in his chair
with a patronizing expression on his wrinkled face.

"Lois and her people," Cartwright answered in a determined voice that
was nonetheless tinged with uncertainty.  "They're not here for any
security survey.  They're after the kids."

"You're talking weird, Red."

"The kids know something about Craig Landau, something really damaging
and Lois is here to shut them up."  Cartwright spoke sharply.

"Weirder and weirder."  Begley, annoyed, got to his feet.  "Tell me what
you know, Red.  Let's clear the air."

Cartwright related his conversation with Molly haltingly, suddenly
doubting his own words.

"That's just crazy, Red!" Begley exclaimed when the man was finished.
"You're supposed to be a professional cop!  Jack Spellman concocts
another one his crazy stories, tells it to an excitable girl, and she
tells you!  Even if this happened the way the Spellman kid says, the
only thing tying Landau to the story is his first name.  Really!"

"But what if it's true?" Cartwright persisted weakly.

Begley sat at his desk again, fussed with the papers on it then looked
up.  "Do you think I'm going to fuck with a person like Craig Landau
just because of his first name?  Be serious, Red.  Even if he were
guilty of something, we'd get ourselves into more trouble than he just
by opening an investigation."

"Still, Sheriff, I think I should bring those kids in before there's any
trouble.  I have a good idea where they might be."

"That's your job, Red. In fact I thought you were already out there.  Go
find those runaways and send them home."

Cartwright paused near the door.  "I may have a run in with Landau's
people," he cautioned.

"Please!  Red!  Spare me that shit.  Just get out of here."


* * *


Chuck screamed in terror in the utter blackness of the sewer's small
confines.  It was an unrelenting, frightening noise of claustrophobic
panic.

"Close your eyes, Chucky!" Molly yelled from behind him, pushing once
more at his butt.  "Close your eyes and crawl forward!"  She too felt
the ghastly closeness but kept a measure of calm because of concern for
her brother.  "Just keep moving ahead!"  She pushed at him again.

Suddenly he scampered away, although he continued to sob hysterically.
Molly felt Rick's feet bump against her.  "Move on," he urged her with
an obvious tenseness in his voice.  His hand hurt where a bullet had
slightly nicked his thumb.

They crawled for uncountable minutes away from certain death but into a
horrifying unknown that was no less real..  Molly resisted a panic that
threatened to overwhelm her.

"There's light!  There's light!" Chuck cried from some distance ahead
just when Molly felt she could endure no more.  Chuck's body blocked
whatever light was in front of her, but she trusted her brother and
breathed easier.

A dim illumination shone from a grate, a manhole cover atop a well wider
than the sewer that rose to the surface.  The sewer continued on, but
metal rungs offered an escape upward.  Chuck was already near the top
when Molly arrived.  He pushed aside the cover and the well brightened.
Soon Molly stood beside her brother whose face remained ashen from his
recent terror.  Sunlight warmed them as they leaned against the wall of
a vacant factory.  A railway spur ran just beyond the sewer opening from
which Rick wriggled with his rifle.  He had left the duffel bag behind.

"They'll be looking for us here!" Rick exclaimed excitedly.  He shoved
the cover back in place.  "Let's find a way inside."

In an urgent, low voice Molly suggested, "Follow the track to the
loading dock.  Remember how we got in last year through that loose
overhead door?"

They desperately ran along the track.  The previous Summer their visit
to the forbidding structures had been more relaxed.

"It's still ajar," Molly squealed in delight after jumping onto the
loading dock which extended for about thirty feet.

The overhead door to the left was not entirely flush with the surface.
Rick grabbed the bottom of it with both hands and heaved upward  It rose
just a few inches, but enough for them to squeeze underneath.  Once
inside he pushed the door down all the way and secured it with a broken
dead bolt that locked it flimsily.

"I hope all the entrances are locked," he said to his friends.  "If so,
they might not know we're inside."

They stood quietly for a moment.  "Do you think Jack's dead?" Chuck
asked rather casually.  Neither of his companions responded, nor were
they concerned about Jack's fate.  He had betrayed them to their
pursuers

Light shone into the cavernous space through small window panes high up
on the walls, some of them painted over, some of them broken.  Aside
from occasional pieces of wood and metal lying about, the factory floor
was empty except for concrete pillars that extended to the ceiling that
loomed above.  The three of them scampered up a metal stairway that led
to offices overlooking the work area.

"Let's go to the paper room," Chuck suggested eagerly.  He was now fully
recovered from his recent trauma.

Molly and Rick, hand in hand, followed him to the most comfortable area
of the empty building, a smallish room thickly strewn with unbound pages
of old catalogues.  They had lounged there once before with a larger
group of friends from the neighborhood.

"I think we're safe," Molly sighed in relief when she pushed open the
door to the cozy space.

Tension eased from her face and it became once again that of a cute
tomboy.  She stretched out on the soft sheets of paper redolent of mold
and gazed at a window high above.  Sunlight poured through to illuminate
motes of dust in the air.  Chuck and Rick reclined on either side of
her, the latter immediately rising to remove a web belt to which a
canteen was attached.

"We'll sneak home after dark," the older boy said after lying back once
again.

"What will we do until then?" Molly asked.

Chuck turned on his side to nuzzle his face against her shoulder.  He
extended an arm across her body and his hand cupped a breast.  It was an
affectionate cuddle.  She breathed deeply in contentment.  But the boy's
hand soon wandered down her chest and stomach, and his fingers began to
play at her crotch.

"You can't be serious!  How could you possibly be in the mood for
_that_.?" she protested and pushed the hand away.

"Why not now?" her brother replied in a whiny voice.  "It's a perfect
place here and I need, you know, to calm down."

"It's not my fault you're horny, Chucky, and this is no time for sex."

She looked up at Rick who leaned on an arm close beside her with a very
worried expression on his face.  He merely shrugged his shoulders then
sucked on his wounded thumb.

"You've been hurt!" Molly exclaimed, suddenly very concerned about the
boy who had  become her hero within the previous hour.

She pulled him down into her arms, and after a minute of cuddling felt a
certain urge inspired perhaps by their exciting, dangerous
circumstances.  She kissed him passionately, sloppily, with her mouth
too open.  He responded in a more practiced manner, taking charge of the
girl.  His hand slipped beneath her shirt to palm a pert tit.

"If you want to," the girl said huskily, her meaning obvious to the boy.

"I don't have any more rubbers," he responded in frustration and
embarrassment.

"I don't either," Chuck said plaintively, his face just inches from
theirs.  "But we could use our mouths," he suggested brightly after a
moment's thought.

"It's not the same thing!" Molly snapped and sat up between the two
reclining boys.

"I've never done that with a girl," Rick objected, although his voice
wavered into a question.

Molly squinted at the older one, finding it hard to believe he had not
tasted Alice's bare pussy lips which had aroused her so tremendously.
But if so, she thought, it was a virgin thing she could share with him.
She wondered too how it would feel to suck a large cock.  Chuck's half
grown one had never been much of a challenge..

"Do you want to try?" she asked abruptly and lay beside him again, her
hand on his groin.

She stared into his otherwise pleasant face that was for the moment
askew with lust and confusion.

"Let me do it first, Ricky," Chuck interrupted, pulling Molly to him.
"I'll show you how."

The willing girl closed her eyes and relaxed totally in expectation of
splendid pleasure.  She had taught her brother well.  When hands pulled
at her shorts she raised her butt.


* * *


Two vans containing six persons bounced along the railway spur until
they came upon the man hole cover near the largest of the industrial
buildings.

"Stop," Lois ordered.

She and the others jumped out to crowd around the grate.  It was ajar.
Footprints led away from it.

Lois squirmed her shoulders, turned and looked at the nearby structure.
She smiled in satisfaction.

"They're here," she said confidently, "somewhere inside."

At her instruction they separated into groups of two to search for
access to the vacant factory.  One man returned to a van to retrieve a
crowbar.  Lois and her partner soon came across the loading dock with
its two overhead doors and a regular one to the right of them.  Again
she noticed footprints  She shouted to summon the others, who quickly
gathered atop the dock.

"Break it open," she said to the man with the crowbar, nodding at the
smaller metal door.
It soon surrendered with screeches to the prying weight of two large men
who pulled on the bar.  A third man grabbed the door and flung it aside
with a crash.  The six of them slowly entered the building with guns
drawn.  They looked uncertainly about the vast interior for a moment,
but Lois quickly gestured to stairs that led to the offices above.
They proceeded stealthily without even a whisper.

The intruders' caution was unnecessary, because the kids' sexual play
had been rudely interrupted by the clatter of their entry.  Rick quickly
rose to his knees between the girl's outspread legs, his face moist with
her juices and his spittle.  Molly's mouth popped loudly when Chuck
abruptly pulled his cock away.

"They're here!" she screamed in panic, her voice easily heard by the
pursuers, who rushed forward up the stairs.

Chuck slammed the door to the small room and leaned against it, soon
joined by the other two.  There was no lock on the door and no furniture
to serve as a barrier.  Rick worked the bolt of his rifle, although he
realized they were trapped and had no chance of survival.

"What are we going to do?" Chuck blubbered.

They felt a weight against the door that pushed inward a couple of
inches.  The three children pressed against it even harder, but it
continued to give until it burst open.  Rick was flung to the floor.
His rifle clattered into a corner.  The two younger kids stood facing
their pursuers, mouths agape and unmindful of their nakedness..  They
were too terrified to scream.  A large man bustled past them to retrieve
the rifle.

"So, you are the trouble makers," Lois said sweetly, although her face
belied a deadly intent.

She grasped Chuck by the arm and pulled him close.  "You are too
pretty," she said half aloud.  "Surely you can't be Jack Spellman."

"Jack's dead!  You killed him!" the boy yelled and struggled in the
grasp of the large woman.

"Leave him alone!" Molly screamed.  She kicked a nearby man in the shin
and reached to grab her brother.  A large brute then seized her pony
tail and flung her to the floor where she lay dazed for an instant with
limbs outspread.

"It'd be a shame to waste this beauty too soon," Sergei sneered in his
heavy accent.

He roughly pulled the girl to her feet with one hand and with the other
squeezed a bare tit.  Rick leapt upon the man in a violent fury with a
wordless yell.  The other two screaming kids began to kick and flail
about with their arms in the small room that was congested with nine
persons.

A distant voice then echoed in the building.  The struggle quickly
ceased as everyone listened.

"Who's up there?" Cartwright shouted again from below.  He drew his gun
and approached the metal stairway.  "This is the police!"

Lois looked quickly at Sergei then nodded to the other men to follow her
from the room.  Rick immediately slammed the door behind them.
Cartwright saw the tall woman appear at the head of the stairs with five
large men crowding behind her, the guns suddenly concealed by their
clothes.

"Well, look who's here!" Lois exclaimed gaily and began to descend the
stairs with a broad smile on her face.  "Isn't this an interesting
place, Red?" she said in a conversational tone of voice as she neared
the deputy.

"This is not part of Landau's property," Cartwright responded tersely.

"Yes, Red, we know.  We were looking around and we couldn't resist
having a peek inside."

Cartwright nodded silently at the shattered door and the crowbar lying
nearby.

"I suppose we got a little carried away, Red, but we'll pay to have it
fixed."

She stood closely in front of him, smiling with a display of perfect
teeth.

"Where are the kids?" he asked grimly.

"Kids?"  She cocked her head questioningly.  "You mean your runaways?  I
have no idea."

"I want you people outside now!" he demanded like a cop.

"Yes, of course, Red," she responded and beckoned with an arm to the
five men who immediately descended the stairs and left the building.

"I know all about this, Ms Schneider, about Landau and Jack and the
other kids.  I know how Alice Farnsworth died."

She retained her smile and responded, "This is bigger than you can
imagine, Red.  You'd better dance cautiously around it.  I'll wait for
you outside."  She walked toward the broken door.  "The children are
upstairs," she added without turning around.


* * *

The kids leaned against the door again but opened it to Cartwright's
voice.  They stared at the deputy for a moment without moving.  He gaped
at the two naked youngsters , noting Rick's presence with just a portion
of his attention.

"Oh, thank god!" Molly finally exclaimed and stepped forward to embrace
the stupefied man who gingerly placed his hands on her bare waist.

She rested her head against his chest and choked back sobs.  Rick then
came forward to offer Molly her clothes which he had gathered from the
floor..  She stood back without embarrassment and stared at her large
rescuer while she slowly dressed.  Chuck clad himself more deftly.
Cartwright was too preoccupied with his duty to ogle the naked girl
overly much.

The deputy looked around briefly.  "Where's Jack?" he asked.

"He's dead," Rick replied somberly.

"They shot him," Chuck added.

"They tried to kill us all!" Molly exclaimed with a quavering voice.

Then they began to talk at once as Cartwright stood in confusion with an
open mouth.

"Quiet!" he ordered in a loud voice.  "Rick!  Tell me what happened."

The eagle scout stood a bit formally, not quite at attention, and
related concisely the pertinent episodes of their adventure -- the
helicopter, the shooting, the flight through the sewer pipe.

"You say there're two people dead?"

Rick nodded with his eyes on the deputy's face.  Cartwright shook his
head, perplexed that Lois had been so calm.  She had not acted like a
person who worried about murder charges.  He quickly turned and raced
from the room, clambered down the stairway and out onto the dock.  They
were gone!

"Stay here!" he ordered the kids who had rushed after him.

He jumped from the dock and ran toward the far end of the building where
he had seen two vehicles upon his arrival.  He had gun in hand.  He
stopped abruptly when he rounded the corner of the building and saw Lois
leaning casually against the side of a van.

"Where are the others?" he demanded.

"I sent them back to work, Red.  We still have a job to finish here."
Her voice betrayed no anxiety.  She smiled with utmost self confidence..

"There are two people dead!" he sputtered.

"Dead?  Who?"  She appeared to be confused.

"Rick says you shot his cousin!"

She shook her head and looked at him as if he had just said something
ridiculous.

"There's no accounting for kids' imagination, Red.  There was no
shooting that I heard."

"What about the girl?" Cartwright scowled.  "She was naked when I found
her."

Lois smirked.  "And the pretty boy as well, although I suppose you
didn't take much note of him.  It's obvious what they were up to, Red.
I rather envy the girl; I didn't do it with two guys until I was
sixteen."

Lois looked at Cartwright with an exasperated expression on her
attractive face.  "We need to talk, Red," she said softly placing a hand
on his arm.  "All this talk about killing is beginning to sound ugly.
I'll come to your house tonight and we can straighten it out."

Cartwright did not know how to proceed, because there was no evidence of
a crime.  He feared consulting with Begley on the matter, but there was
no other way.

"Where's Jack Spellman?" he asked in one last feeble effort to learn the
truth.

"Who's that?"

"Rick's cousin.  He said you shot the boy.  Where is he?"

"A boy?  We saw a boy running away in the field.  He appeared to be
frightened by our helicopter."

Cartwright glared at her.  Beyond the kids' accusations he had nothing
to go on.  But just minutes before the woman had admitted the situation
was serious, and she had warned him to be cautious.

"I'll see you later, Red."  Lois turned to get into the van.  "Perhaps
about eight?"  She winked at him before she drove off leaving him
standing dumbfounded at her cool self control.

Rain began to fall.


* * *


End of Chapter 5.  The next one is the last written chapter.
Then, in Chapter 7, I must bring the story to a conclusion.
I welcome your suggestions.

Varangian

ludmax11@hotmail.com


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