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Cathy has a good head on her shoulders. I hope Gary is trusting enough to listen to her. Quite a decision to make,but the best one. We have to protect Ryan....
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Cathy has a good head on her shoulders. I hope Gary is trusting enough to listen to her. Quite a decision to make,but the best one. We have to protect Ryan....
Craiger
Time to get a good team, a lot of C4, and blow up every single thing Paddy owns, and sink all the ships that have been working for him.
Though I have a sneaking suspicion Ky is going to have Ryan agree to go wired or something and cooperate with getting "grabbed" in order to catch all the bad guys once and for all.
And I still say Dante's Hell doesn't go deep enough for people like Paddy, who would sell their own into slavery.
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The sauce is getting binding, as my dear departed mum-in-law was fond of saying.
Let the Games Begin!
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 132 of ? …
Sean Kennison:
Paddy was in his usual grumpy mood. We were seated in his study. Him behind his impressive desk. Me in a tufted leather chair, across from his dark glumness.
Mary had laid out a sliver coffee service, along with two Waterford crystal mugs filled with Guinness Stout, split scones with cream cheese, watercress, and cucumber, with homemade chips, and mashed peas, lightly sprinkled with malt vinegar.
If it weren't for the treacherous character before me, my stomach might have enjoyed lunch more than it did.
“There have been more arrests.”, I ventured.
“Spill it!”, he grumbled.
“It's not only the guys on the docks, but also Johnny Carrigan.”
“Who's he?”
“He was the Boston bookie, that compromised some of his clients into acquiring the merchandise you required.”
“So … someone must have said something for them to get that far up.”, Paddy frowned.
“I agree, but I don't think it will go further. Johnny is one smart dude, and knows how to cover himself, for his own good, even it means taking one for the team.”
“I hope you're right.”, Paddy returned. “It's good the way you've set up the organization, and the only one that knows the full picture, which I'm glad I don't.”
“That's been the whole point.”, I assured him. “Anyone's knowledge only goes so far.”
“I have to agree.”, he rumbled, taking a swig of Guinness. “But, I know there was someone who cracked everything open, and I think I know who that was. The guys on the streets or one thing, and I can't blame them, knowing how interrogations can go. However, I shall have my revenge on the one who compromised the whole operation!”
“And, that might be?”, I pushed.
“Never mind. I have him in my sights, and that's all you need to know, for now.”, Paddy scowled.
A cold shiver ran up my spine, and goose bumps broke out over my entire body. I'd never seen him that serious before. And, deep in my gut, I felt I knew who he was talking about, my own son, Ryan. Damn it!
Would he? As well as I knew him, well, Hell, yeah! I had some fancy dancing to do. Whether it would work was another question. I was hating my son's uncle at the moment. But, what could I do? I was trapped as much as all the others that were within his control. Fuck!
He was looking at me with lidded eyes. “You're the only one that knows everyone involved. Do you think we have more to worry about?”
“I don't think so. My staff has been busy bailing out everyone arrested. We're mounting a strong defense, and I doubt it's going to go any further, given the compartmentalism that we've built into the system. There is no way any of this can come back to you.”, I assured him.
“You'd better be right!”, he growled.
I shuddered.
Chapter 132 of ? …
Sean Kennison:
Paddy was in his usual grumpy mood. We were seated in his study. Him behind his impressive desk. Me in a tufted leather chair, across from his dark glumness.
Mary had laid out a sliver coffee service, along with two Waterford crystal mugs filled with Guinness Stout, split scones with cream cheese, watercress, and cucumber, with homemade chips, and mashed peas, lightly sprinkled with malt vinegar.
If it weren't for the treacherous character before me, my stomach might have enjoyed lunch more than it did.
“There have been more arrests.”, I ventured.
“Spill it!”, he grumbled.
“It's not only the guys on the docks, but also Johnny Carrigan.”
“Who's he?”
“He was the Boston bookie, that compromised some of his clients into acquiring the merchandise you required.”
“So … someone must have said something for them to get that far up.”, Paddy frowned.
“I agree, but I don't think it will go further. Johnny is one smart dude, and knows how to cover himself, for his own good, even it means taking one for the team.”
“I hope you're right.”, Paddy returned. “It's good the way you've set up the organization, and the only one that knows the full picture, which I'm glad I don't.”
“That's been the whole point.”, I assured him. “Anyone's knowledge only goes so far.”
“I have to agree.”, he rumbled, taking a swig of Guinness. “But, I know there was someone who cracked everything open, and I think I know who that was. The guys on the streets or one thing, and I can't blame them, knowing how interrogations can go. However, I shall have my revenge on the one who compromised the whole operation!”
“And, that might be?”, I pushed.
“Never mind. I have him in my sights, and that's all you need to know, for now.”, Paddy scowled.
A cold shiver ran up my spine, and goose bumps broke out over my entire body. I'd never seen him that serious before. And, deep in my gut, I felt I knew who he was talking about, my own son, Ryan. Damn it!
Would he? As well as I knew him, well, Hell, yeah! I had some fancy dancing to do. Whether it would work was another question. I was hating my son's uncle at the moment. But, what could I do? I was trapped as much as all the others that were within his control. Fuck!
He was looking at me with lidded eyes. “You're the only one that knows everyone involved. Do you think we have more to worry about?”
“I don't think so. My staff has been busy bailing out everyone arrested. We're mounting a strong defense, and I doubt it's going to go any further, given the compartmentalism that we've built into the system. There is no way any of this can come back to you.”, I assured him.
“You'd better be right!”, he growled.
I shuddered.
Craiger
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Even Sean is trapped. Maybe Kulindahr is right on getting Paddy. However, I think there are more and more people beginning to pull away from Paddy. We will see. It's getting very intense, Chaz.
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Ah, Brotherly *love* - or something.
Paddy's one true love and god is the almighty greenback, screw any and every one else - reminds me of a current political figure now that I think about it...
Paddy's one true love and god is the almighty greenback, screw any and every one else - reminds me of a current political figure now that I think about it...
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 133 of ? …
Ollie:
Saturday, a bit before 6pm, “Catch” was safely back in her slip. Tino and I watched our six charter guests heading for their cars, with packs of paper wrapped fresh fish fillets under their arms, waving back at us, after they had made it a point to shake our hands, and even gave a few hugs, not to mention very generous tips. Until today, we didn't even know those guys!
“Wow!”, Tino enthused. “This has been an amazing week! I've had so much fun, and made so much money, in such a short time. I'm thinking you charter guys have more going on than my dad's trawler biz! “Catch” is such a sweet boat! And, it's been a thrill working with you!”
He moved to give me a hug, and I certainly didn't object. Being able to wrap my arms around Tino's awesome body was not something I was going to pass up, even as much as I loved Dave! Having the chance to grab a hot straight boy wasn't anything I was going to let by me! Yeah for “Bro Hugs”! HA!
“You have taught me so much, and I can't thank you enough!”, I sincerely told him, feeling up his tremendous shoulders as I hugged his muscular back. The thought of lowering my hands to his taut hips entered my mind, butt, having gotten to know him so well, I refrained. Damn it!
“Listen.”, Tino murmured, our faces close enough for a kiss that would never happen. “I know that Rafe is coming back tonight. And, I have a feeling that you're really looking forward to that. And, I can't blame you. He really is a very cool dude, with lots of smarts. And, don't tell anyone I've said this. He's almost as hot as you are, as far as guys go. I don't fully get that, though I can appreciate it.”
He continued, “I also know there is something between Dave, and you, as does everyone else in Harbour Home. The whole town is behind you guys, including me, my dad, and brothers. I'm telling you this so you know you've got our support, and best wishes. So, before you get me all boned up, which I didn't just admit, how about we get everything squared away, and I'll go on my way. Just be assured that if you ever might need me again, I'll gladly be there!”
It was almost the toughest thing in my life not to kiss him, right then, and there, our hands holding each others' waists, my blue eyes staring into his golden brown ones!
I watched Tino's bubble butt wriggle away, after we had hosed down “Catch”, and made sure she was secure. Though I knew I'd see him around, I was going to miss him not being aboard. I was thinking I might have to come up with some excuses to get him back, working with Rafe and me. Hmmm …
Just like that not so long ago misty night, that I'd padded, barefoot, up Commerce Street, past the Blacksmith Shoppe, to be grabbed by Dave, I retraced my steps, with my canvass slips on, to find the place full of curious customers, Dave, Frank, and Ryan, eagerly giving tours, as Dan and Tim did their “thing”, with hammer blows on hot metal, sweating profusely, and smiling all the time.
As I stepped through the wide open double barn doors, Dave zoomed from behind the front counter, smothered me with an intense hug, and exclaimed, “Ollie, babe! You're looking a bit flushed, and though I know you've been working hard all day, would you mind changing into you linens, and joining us here on the floor?”
So much for ending a hard work day out on the ocean! Now that I was back on land it looked like there was more work for me to do!
Unlike my latest moments with Tino, I didn't hesitate to give “My” Dave a deep tonsil tongue fuck, before letting him go, his incredible green eyes bulging with the intensity of my onslaught. I was so horned up that I wanted to take him, or him to take me, right on the spot! Given the circumstances, that wasn't going to happen right then.
I left him with a glazed look, to head for the locker room, and change out, after a quick shower to wash off my fishy smell.
There was pizza in the break room, which I thought Ryan had probably run for. It was only later that I found out it had been Tim. I was sensing there was a recent pattern here. I didn't know if Ry felt it, but there was an obvious effort to keep him close to “Home”, as in The Shoppe, not Frank's place.
We didn't close down The Shoppe until 11pm! Dan, and Tim, also stayed until the end. If Tino had been impressed with the money we made with “Catch”, I could only imagine what The Shoppe raked in today!
It was me, Dave, Frank, and Ryan, settling down to goblets of Drambuie, and mugs of coffee, around The Loft's granite table. As late as it was, the coffee wasn't needed, but it tasted good.
“I got a strange call earlier.”, Dave ventured. “It was Gary.”
Dave had our undivided attention.
“Seems that he, and Cathy, are requesting to join us for lunch tomorrow, with Dan, to talk about something. I checked with Dan, who said he could be here. I'm not sure what it could be about. I think we should make it a point to be here for it, though.”
“So, if any of you had any other plans, I think you should cancel them.”
“What?”, Frank blurted. “With Rafe arriving any minute, we're not going to be able to take “Catch” out to the nude beach, and fuck his, and the rest of ours, brains out?”
“Oh, Geeze! I'd forgotten about Rafe!”, Dave face palmed. “Ollie, have you heard from him?”
It was then I realized there hadn't been anything from Rafe. He was expected to arrive sometime tonight. Maybe it was because everything was assumed, and therefore no need to get in touch.
However, now that I thought about it, it was a bit weird that we hadn't heard from Rafe.
I was hoping we would hear him bounding up the singing stairs any moment.
Silence!
Chapter 133 of ? …
Ollie:
Saturday, a bit before 6pm, “Catch” was safely back in her slip. Tino and I watched our six charter guests heading for their cars, with packs of paper wrapped fresh fish fillets under their arms, waving back at us, after they had made it a point to shake our hands, and even gave a few hugs, not to mention very generous tips. Until today, we didn't even know those guys!
“Wow!”, Tino enthused. “This has been an amazing week! I've had so much fun, and made so much money, in such a short time. I'm thinking you charter guys have more going on than my dad's trawler biz! “Catch” is such a sweet boat! And, it's been a thrill working with you!”
He moved to give me a hug, and I certainly didn't object. Being able to wrap my arms around Tino's awesome body was not something I was going to pass up, even as much as I loved Dave! Having the chance to grab a hot straight boy wasn't anything I was going to let by me! Yeah for “Bro Hugs”! HA!
“You have taught me so much, and I can't thank you enough!”, I sincerely told him, feeling up his tremendous shoulders as I hugged his muscular back. The thought of lowering my hands to his taut hips entered my mind, butt, having gotten to know him so well, I refrained. Damn it!
“Listen.”, Tino murmured, our faces close enough for a kiss that would never happen. “I know that Rafe is coming back tonight. And, I have a feeling that you're really looking forward to that. And, I can't blame you. He really is a very cool dude, with lots of smarts. And, don't tell anyone I've said this. He's almost as hot as you are, as far as guys go. I don't fully get that, though I can appreciate it.”
He continued, “I also know there is something between Dave, and you, as does everyone else in Harbour Home. The whole town is behind you guys, including me, my dad, and brothers. I'm telling you this so you know you've got our support, and best wishes. So, before you get me all boned up, which I didn't just admit, how about we get everything squared away, and I'll go on my way. Just be assured that if you ever might need me again, I'll gladly be there!”
It was almost the toughest thing in my life not to kiss him, right then, and there, our hands holding each others' waists, my blue eyes staring into his golden brown ones!
I watched Tino's bubble butt wriggle away, after we had hosed down “Catch”, and made sure she was secure. Though I knew I'd see him around, I was going to miss him not being aboard. I was thinking I might have to come up with some excuses to get him back, working with Rafe and me. Hmmm …
Just like that not so long ago misty night, that I'd padded, barefoot, up Commerce Street, past the Blacksmith Shoppe, to be grabbed by Dave, I retraced my steps, with my canvass slips on, to find the place full of curious customers, Dave, Frank, and Ryan, eagerly giving tours, as Dan and Tim did their “thing”, with hammer blows on hot metal, sweating profusely, and smiling all the time.
As I stepped through the wide open double barn doors, Dave zoomed from behind the front counter, smothered me with an intense hug, and exclaimed, “Ollie, babe! You're looking a bit flushed, and though I know you've been working hard all day, would you mind changing into you linens, and joining us here on the floor?”
So much for ending a hard work day out on the ocean! Now that I was back on land it looked like there was more work for me to do!
Unlike my latest moments with Tino, I didn't hesitate to give “My” Dave a deep tonsil tongue fuck, before letting him go, his incredible green eyes bulging with the intensity of my onslaught. I was so horned up that I wanted to take him, or him to take me, right on the spot! Given the circumstances, that wasn't going to happen right then.
I left him with a glazed look, to head for the locker room, and change out, after a quick shower to wash off my fishy smell.
There was pizza in the break room, which I thought Ryan had probably run for. It was only later that I found out it had been Tim. I was sensing there was a recent pattern here. I didn't know if Ry felt it, but there was an obvious effort to keep him close to “Home”, as in The Shoppe, not Frank's place.
We didn't close down The Shoppe until 11pm! Dan, and Tim, also stayed until the end. If Tino had been impressed with the money we made with “Catch”, I could only imagine what The Shoppe raked in today!
It was me, Dave, Frank, and Ryan, settling down to goblets of Drambuie, and mugs of coffee, around The Loft's granite table. As late as it was, the coffee wasn't needed, but it tasted good.
“I got a strange call earlier.”, Dave ventured. “It was Gary.”
Dave had our undivided attention.
“Seems that he, and Cathy, are requesting to join us for lunch tomorrow, with Dan, to talk about something. I checked with Dan, who said he could be here. I'm not sure what it could be about. I think we should make it a point to be here for it, though.”
“So, if any of you had any other plans, I think you should cancel them.”
“What?”, Frank blurted. “With Rafe arriving any minute, we're not going to be able to take “Catch” out to the nude beach, and fuck his, and the rest of ours, brains out?”
“Oh, Geeze! I'd forgotten about Rafe!”, Dave face palmed. “Ollie, have you heard from him?”
It was then I realized there hadn't been anything from Rafe. He was expected to arrive sometime tonight. Maybe it was because everything was assumed, and therefore no need to get in touch.
However, now that I thought about it, it was a bit weird that we hadn't heard from Rafe.
I was hoping we would hear him bounding up the singing stairs any moment.
Silence!
Craiger
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This is alarming!! Rafe not heard from and Gary/Cathy want to have lunch. Me thinks some beans are going to be spilled... Maybe Arie should join them also. I worry about Rafe though.
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Another nail biting chapter!
Horn us up then get the worry vibes flowing - we definitely need to see what's up!
Horn us up then get the worry vibes flowing - we definitely need to see what's up!
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 134 of ? …
Dave:
To be honest, with the day that had kept us all so busy, until Ollie brought up Rafe, we hadn't been thinking of him. It was an abrupt revelation that he hadn't shown up yet.
The relaxing mood in The Loft suddenly changed to serious.
Ollie was on his phone. “I'm not getting an answer, guys.”, he frowned.
“It's coming up on midnight.”, Ryan observed. “I'm not feeling good about this.”
Frank ventured, “Should we call Arie?”
I was leery to bother Arie at this time of night. Though it might not be anything to be that worried about, could I take that chance? Rafe should be here by now. Long ago, actually. I hesitated …
Ollie, Frank, and Ry, were looking at me with raised eyebrows. I nodded back at them, and dialed Arie's private cell number.
When he answered, it was obvious I had woken him up.
After my apologies for disturbing him, I explained why I was calling.
He was gracious in that he was more than fine that I had called, and he would check to see what he could find out.
I woke up to the phone ringing, while I was spooned up against my precious Ollie. Frank and Ryan were in their own room. The clock was reading 2:14am. It was Arie.
“Can you and Ollie join me at the hospital?”, Arie was asking. “Leave Ryan with Frank in The Loft, and please take the Jeep, don't walk.”
I was immediately on alert. I shook Ollie to wake him, and tell him to get dressed. We needed to head out, like right now!
Arie met us just inside the emergency room doors.
“Rafe has been moved to intensive care. I'll take you up to verify that it is him. He's been through a lot, and I need you guys to confirm it's him.”
“What?!”, we were both dumbfounded.
“I need you guys to keep as calm as you can.”, Arie was saying to us, through our haze of just waking up, and finding ourselves here, of all places.
“What's happened?”, Ollie blurted.
“We don't know, yet.”, Arie replied, leading us down the hall to the elevator. “It looks like Rafe was attacked, if it is him.”
“What do you mean if it's him?”, I was afraid to know.
“I only met Rafe briefly the other day.”, Arie stated. “The patient I'm leading you to has been beaten severely about his face to the point of being nearly unrecognizable. Given your call concerning him, and this having happened, I think it's Rafe, but I'm not sure, and I could use your impressions to identify him, if it's him.”
My heart fell into my stomach as the elevator rose. I grabbed Ollie to hold him up as his knees buckled. Arie's look was grimly stern. Our faces were ashen. Could this be happening? Was it Real? What the Fuck was going on?
I became aware of Arie talking, through the mist that had enshrouded my brain.
“The 911 call came in about 45min. ago. It was from two guys driving back from “Sandy Point”. They said a naked guy had flagged them down, before collapsing beside the road. We had an ambulance on site within 7min. I've never seen anything like this around here before. It's a good thing we got there as soon as we did. I think he's going to be O.K.”, Arie tried to comfort us.
Doc Norton was there as we entered the room, and approached to take our hands in his.
“I'm sorry to see you guys in such a situation. But, please, try to remain calm. I realize this might be your friend, and I do appreciate that. Right now, though, we need your cooperation, and steady nerves, as objective as you can be. Do you know him?”
The guy in the hospital bed was swathed in sheets up to his chin. He was connected to I.V. and oxygen tubes, plus various electrodes leading to beeping monitors.
His face was swollen, with several lacerations on his brow, and cheeks.
Given the light brown tone of his skin, and the style of his raven black hair, the shape of his nose, and lips, I was pretty sure he was Rafe. Ollie's nod, as I was holding him, as much as he was holding me, confirmed my assessment.
I turned toward Arie, and Doc Norton, with tearful eyes, and an unsteady voice, verified we thought he was Rafe.
“What happened?”, Ollie stammered.
Chapter 134 of ? …
Dave:
To be honest, with the day that had kept us all so busy, until Ollie brought up Rafe, we hadn't been thinking of him. It was an abrupt revelation that he hadn't shown up yet.
The relaxing mood in The Loft suddenly changed to serious.
Ollie was on his phone. “I'm not getting an answer, guys.”, he frowned.
“It's coming up on midnight.”, Ryan observed. “I'm not feeling good about this.”
Frank ventured, “Should we call Arie?”
I was leery to bother Arie at this time of night. Though it might not be anything to be that worried about, could I take that chance? Rafe should be here by now. Long ago, actually. I hesitated …
Ollie, Frank, and Ry, were looking at me with raised eyebrows. I nodded back at them, and dialed Arie's private cell number.
When he answered, it was obvious I had woken him up.
After my apologies for disturbing him, I explained why I was calling.
He was gracious in that he was more than fine that I had called, and he would check to see what he could find out.
I woke up to the phone ringing, while I was spooned up against my precious Ollie. Frank and Ryan were in their own room. The clock was reading 2:14am. It was Arie.
“Can you and Ollie join me at the hospital?”, Arie was asking. “Leave Ryan with Frank in The Loft, and please take the Jeep, don't walk.”
I was immediately on alert. I shook Ollie to wake him, and tell him to get dressed. We needed to head out, like right now!
Arie met us just inside the emergency room doors.
“Rafe has been moved to intensive care. I'll take you up to verify that it is him. He's been through a lot, and I need you guys to confirm it's him.”
“What?!”, we were both dumbfounded.
“I need you guys to keep as calm as you can.”, Arie was saying to us, through our haze of just waking up, and finding ourselves here, of all places.
“What's happened?”, Ollie blurted.
“We don't know, yet.”, Arie replied, leading us down the hall to the elevator. “It looks like Rafe was attacked, if it is him.”
“What do you mean if it's him?”, I was afraid to know.
“I only met Rafe briefly the other day.”, Arie stated. “The patient I'm leading you to has been beaten severely about his face to the point of being nearly unrecognizable. Given your call concerning him, and this having happened, I think it's Rafe, but I'm not sure, and I could use your impressions to identify him, if it's him.”
My heart fell into my stomach as the elevator rose. I grabbed Ollie to hold him up as his knees buckled. Arie's look was grimly stern. Our faces were ashen. Could this be happening? Was it Real? What the Fuck was going on?
I became aware of Arie talking, through the mist that had enshrouded my brain.
“The 911 call came in about 45min. ago. It was from two guys driving back from “Sandy Point”. They said a naked guy had flagged them down, before collapsing beside the road. We had an ambulance on site within 7min. I've never seen anything like this around here before. It's a good thing we got there as soon as we did. I think he's going to be O.K.”, Arie tried to comfort us.
Doc Norton was there as we entered the room, and approached to take our hands in his.
“I'm sorry to see you guys in such a situation. But, please, try to remain calm. I realize this might be your friend, and I do appreciate that. Right now, though, we need your cooperation, and steady nerves, as objective as you can be. Do you know him?”
The guy in the hospital bed was swathed in sheets up to his chin. He was connected to I.V. and oxygen tubes, plus various electrodes leading to beeping monitors.
His face was swollen, with several lacerations on his brow, and cheeks.
Given the light brown tone of his skin, and the style of his raven black hair, the shape of his nose, and lips, I was pretty sure he was Rafe. Ollie's nod, as I was holding him, as much as he was holding me, confirmed my assessment.
I turned toward Arie, and Doc Norton, with tearful eyes, and an unsteady voice, verified we thought he was Rafe.
“What happened?”, Ollie stammered.
Oh, man, Chaz.
The newest member of the group - but the one who was the easiest to grab, since he lives closer to the cove the ass hole works out of...
Definitely time to put this bastard away.
The newest member of the group - but the one who was the easiest to grab, since he lives closer to the cove the ass hole works out of...
Definitely time to put this bastard away.
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Don is right! Maybe Gary had better think about some additive to his famous pills. At least something enough to put Paddy in a coma. It's more imperative that Gary/Cathy go to Arie. This reaching fever pitch......
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 135 of ? …
Arie:
We don't yet know what happened, though we have some suspicions.
As soon as you called me tonight, I sent out an APB on Rafe's car. Since he'd gotten a town parking sticker, we knew the make, color, and plates.
We got a ping from the Quinapatchette police department, 40mi south of here. They had found Rafe's car in a Walmart parking lot. The keys were in the ignition, but other than that, there was nothing left in the car. And, when I say nothing, that's exactly what I mean. Nothing in the glove compartment, console, or trunk. It had also been thoroughly wiped down, no finger prints, nothing. They were surprised the plates were still on it.
We're working on getting surveilance footage from the Walmart, and service stations along the highway. It's possible that Rafe stopped for fuel, or whatever, and was jumped there. He may have been followed from his home. I'm thinking it's possible he was purposefully targeted.
Dave asked, “What do you mean by targeted?”
“Look, guys.”, I started. “With everything that has happened, and that you've been a part of, let alone that Ryan, who is staying with you, is Paddy Lafferty's nephew, and what he trusted us with burst this whole case open, you, he, and everyone you're connected with is likely in danger. Paddy is not someone to mess with, and I'm sure you know that.”
“So, you think what has happened to Rafe is related?”, Ollie wondered.
“I have reason to believe this might be a “message” from Paddy. That he is aware of Rafe's connection to you, and it's also aimed at Ryan to let him know the gloves are off, even though they're blood relatives. He suspects that Ryan betrayed him, and he's projecting his intentions of getting even, whatever form that might take.”
I turned to Doc Norton. “Doc, please tell the guys exactly what you've surmised.”
Doc Norton:
All you can see right now is your friend's face. However, all the rest of him, from toes to crown, is covered in bruises and shallow lacerations. What happened to him was not a casual encounter. He was definitely targeted by those who knew exactly what they were doing.
His attackers, and I do believe there were at least two, did not use any type of weapon, other than their hands and feet. They did not break any bones, now rupture any organs.
Your friend was professionally beaten to purposefully hurt him, but not fatally harm him.
Though he has been thoroughly pulverized, it was done in such a precise, deft, manner to ensure his survival. Whoever attacked him knew exactly what they were doing, with nearly surgical precision.
I have to admit I can appreciate the talent with which this was done, as terrible as it is.
In the long run, your friend is going to be O.K., though he's going to be suffering for a few weeks. Given his age, he might recover quicker than that. It's still going to take him a long time to recover, which he will.
Arie:
I'd like to add that I don't think where he was left was an accident either. Where he was dropped off ensured he would be brought here when he was discovered. He was left close enough to the road to be able to make his way to it. It was almost precisely timed that he'd make it so far before passing out. Though they couldn't have been assured when he would be found, they were damned close to achieving their goal.
Like the Doc, I, too, have to admire their precision. And, that only convinces me further that this is an aimed message.
What it might fully mean is up for suspection. However, I'm fairly certain it's aimed at you and Ryan.
All of us, and I do mean ALL of us, are now under formal attack. And, I would put Paddy Lafferty firmly at the center of that. Do not underestimate that man's taste for control and revenge.
It's time to circle the wagons!
I've assigned an officer to be with Rafe around the clock, as long as he is here. When he can be released I'm hoping he can stay at The Loft, which is one of the most secure places in town.
As you already know, that's why Frank and Ryan are there currently.
Guys, I can't say this any firmer. All of you have to step up your anttenae, and be on foremost guard.
Dave:
Ollie and I were holding onto each other, looking at Rafe's puffed face, and trying to take in all that Doc, and Arie, were telling us.
“What can we do?”
Arie:
Right now, guys, go back to The Loft, and ascertain that Ryan and Frank are O.K. Try to get some sleep.
Doc, and I, and my officers, have this covered.
Your buddy is going be O.K., eventually, and Doc and I assure you of that.
For now, go home, being aware of your surroundings, and take great care.
Chapter 135 of ? …
Arie:
We don't yet know what happened, though we have some suspicions.
As soon as you called me tonight, I sent out an APB on Rafe's car. Since he'd gotten a town parking sticker, we knew the make, color, and plates.
We got a ping from the Quinapatchette police department, 40mi south of here. They had found Rafe's car in a Walmart parking lot. The keys were in the ignition, but other than that, there was nothing left in the car. And, when I say nothing, that's exactly what I mean. Nothing in the glove compartment, console, or trunk. It had also been thoroughly wiped down, no finger prints, nothing. They were surprised the plates were still on it.
We're working on getting surveilance footage from the Walmart, and service stations along the highway. It's possible that Rafe stopped for fuel, or whatever, and was jumped there. He may have been followed from his home. I'm thinking it's possible he was purposefully targeted.
Dave asked, “What do you mean by targeted?”
“Look, guys.”, I started. “With everything that has happened, and that you've been a part of, let alone that Ryan, who is staying with you, is Paddy Lafferty's nephew, and what he trusted us with burst this whole case open, you, he, and everyone you're connected with is likely in danger. Paddy is not someone to mess with, and I'm sure you know that.”
“So, you think what has happened to Rafe is related?”, Ollie wondered.
“I have reason to believe this might be a “message” from Paddy. That he is aware of Rafe's connection to you, and it's also aimed at Ryan to let him know the gloves are off, even though they're blood relatives. He suspects that Ryan betrayed him, and he's projecting his intentions of getting even, whatever form that might take.”
I turned to Doc Norton. “Doc, please tell the guys exactly what you've surmised.”
Doc Norton:
All you can see right now is your friend's face. However, all the rest of him, from toes to crown, is covered in bruises and shallow lacerations. What happened to him was not a casual encounter. He was definitely targeted by those who knew exactly what they were doing.
His attackers, and I do believe there were at least two, did not use any type of weapon, other than their hands and feet. They did not break any bones, now rupture any organs.
Your friend was professionally beaten to purposefully hurt him, but not fatally harm him.
Though he has been thoroughly pulverized, it was done in such a precise, deft, manner to ensure his survival. Whoever attacked him knew exactly what they were doing, with nearly surgical precision.
I have to admit I can appreciate the talent with which this was done, as terrible as it is.
In the long run, your friend is going to be O.K., though he's going to be suffering for a few weeks. Given his age, he might recover quicker than that. It's still going to take him a long time to recover, which he will.
Arie:
I'd like to add that I don't think where he was left was an accident either. Where he was dropped off ensured he would be brought here when he was discovered. He was left close enough to the road to be able to make his way to it. It was almost precisely timed that he'd make it so far before passing out. Though they couldn't have been assured when he would be found, they were damned close to achieving their goal.
Like the Doc, I, too, have to admire their precision. And, that only convinces me further that this is an aimed message.
What it might fully mean is up for suspection. However, I'm fairly certain it's aimed at you and Ryan.
All of us, and I do mean ALL of us, are now under formal attack. And, I would put Paddy Lafferty firmly at the center of that. Do not underestimate that man's taste for control and revenge.
It's time to circle the wagons!
I've assigned an officer to be with Rafe around the clock, as long as he is here. When he can be released I'm hoping he can stay at The Loft, which is one of the most secure places in town.
As you already know, that's why Frank and Ryan are there currently.
Guys, I can't say this any firmer. All of you have to step up your anttenae, and be on foremost guard.
Dave:
Ollie and I were holding onto each other, looking at Rafe's puffed face, and trying to take in all that Doc, and Arie, were telling us.
“What can we do?”
Arie:
Right now, guys, go back to The Loft, and ascertain that Ryan and Frank are O.K. Try to get some sleep.
Doc, and I, and my officers, have this covered.
Your buddy is going be O.K., eventually, and Doc and I assure you of that.
For now, go home, being aware of your surroundings, and take great care.
A bit of a distraction from "Paddy's" workings on election night back here in the real world.
Suspenseful. When do our undercover boys from the BIG leagues come into play more ardently against this asshole?
Suspenseful. When do our undercover boys from the BIG leagues come into play more ardently against this asshole?