Caliber Detective Agency - Box Set - Case Files 1-6 by Donald Wells Page A
Authors: Donald Wells
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Gunther. “The boy killed them, didn’t he?”
“Yes, he is like... lightning? Very quick,”
Higgins walked over and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“These Injuns, they were part of a group that attacked a wagon train a few miles back. They killed everyone and then set the wagons on fire, all dead; all accept the boy here. It looks like they figured out he escaped and kept sending braves after him. We came across eight of them back along his trail, every one of them died from a bullet between the eyes.”
Kara walked over and took the boy in her arms. “Oh, you poor thing, what an ordeal,”
“What’s your name son?” Higgins said, but the boy didn’t answer, as he seemed to stare off into space.
“Caliber,” Gunther said, finally, “But we no know his given name.”
Eva walked over and took his hand.
“What’s your name?”
The boy blinked as he took in her beauty.
“I’m Jacob,”
Eva smiled. “I’m Eva, Jacob,”
Higgins pointed back up the hill.
“If you folks get back in your wagon, we’ll escort you to the fort,”
“Ja,” Gunther said. “We go now. The boy will ride with us.”
As Gunther and his family walked back to the wagon with the boy, Higgins spoke to one of his men.
“All them Injuns back there and three more here, damn but that boy can shoot.”
“Yes sir, Captain,”
“What did the German fella say the kid’s name was?”
“Uh, Caliber, Jake Caliber,”
***
N ew York City, Present Day
Gail Caliber stood inside the lobby of Caliber Investigations and frowned at the sign hanging above the reception desk. The sign read, Caliber Investigations, A Subsidiary of the Caliber Detective Agency.
Gail was a trim woman in her mid-fifties who looked younger than her years. She wore her brown hair shoulder length and her blue eyes glowed with intelligence.
On the wall to the right of the sign was a grainy photo of Caliber’s founder, Jake Caliber. He was dressed in a leather coat that fell to his ankles and atop his head was a cowboy hat. Spurs adorned his boots and hanging off his right hip was a large revolver, a revolver legend has it, that he used to kill the Apaches that had murdered his family. Jake Caliber’s skill with a gun was unmatched, and Texas legend remembers him as, “The Man Who Never Missed.”
Farther to the right was a photo of Jake Jr., Jake Caliber Jr. returned home from the First World War and followed in his father’s footsteps by becoming a private detective.
Jake Jr. had two claims to fame. One, was the fact that he was responsible for moving the floundering business east, to New York City, where there was no shortage of clients to be had, and two, he had fathered Jake Caliber the third, a man who became an icon for private detectives, and who is still a living legend.
While Jake Jr. had inherited his father’s good looks, his legendary aim was not one of the gifts he possessed. His son however, was a born marksman. A skill he first put to use at the age of sixteen, while serving as a Marine in World War 2.
To the right of Jake Jr. is a photo of his son. It was taken while Jake Caliber the third was wading onto Omaha Beach on D-Day. To the right of that is a parade of photos taken over the years. Jake Caliber the third possessed three things in every photo, a trench coat, a fedora and a cigar. A fourth constant was the accompaniment of a beautiful woman, although it was rarely the same woman in more than one photo. The last photo of Jake was surrounded by front page headlines from newspapers around the world. It was a photo of Jake Caliber the third being shot, as he bravely leaped in front of the President of the United States and foiled an assassination plot. It was that act of heroism that made the name Caliber synonymous with bravery and insured that it became known the world over.
One final photo graced the wall. It was a picture of Jake Caliber the Fourth, a man who died far too young.
Kelli Ross spotted Gail glaring at
“Yes, he is like... lightning? Very quick,”
Higgins walked over and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“These Injuns, they were part of a group that attacked a wagon train a few miles back. They killed everyone and then set the wagons on fire, all dead; all accept the boy here. It looks like they figured out he escaped and kept sending braves after him. We came across eight of them back along his trail, every one of them died from a bullet between the eyes.”
Kara walked over and took the boy in her arms. “Oh, you poor thing, what an ordeal,”
“What’s your name son?” Higgins said, but the boy didn’t answer, as he seemed to stare off into space.
“Caliber,” Gunther said, finally, “But we no know his given name.”
Eva walked over and took his hand.
“What’s your name?”
The boy blinked as he took in her beauty.
“I’m Jacob,”
Eva smiled. “I’m Eva, Jacob,”
Higgins pointed back up the hill.
“If you folks get back in your wagon, we’ll escort you to the fort,”
“Ja,” Gunther said. “We go now. The boy will ride with us.”
As Gunther and his family walked back to the wagon with the boy, Higgins spoke to one of his men.
“All them Injuns back there and three more here, damn but that boy can shoot.”
“Yes sir, Captain,”
“What did the German fella say the kid’s name was?”
“Uh, Caliber, Jake Caliber,”
***
N ew York City, Present Day
Gail Caliber stood inside the lobby of Caliber Investigations and frowned at the sign hanging above the reception desk. The sign read, Caliber Investigations, A Subsidiary of the Caliber Detective Agency.
Gail was a trim woman in her mid-fifties who looked younger than her years. She wore her brown hair shoulder length and her blue eyes glowed with intelligence.
On the wall to the right of the sign was a grainy photo of Caliber’s founder, Jake Caliber. He was dressed in a leather coat that fell to his ankles and atop his head was a cowboy hat. Spurs adorned his boots and hanging off his right hip was a large revolver, a revolver legend has it, that he used to kill the Apaches that had murdered his family. Jake Caliber’s skill with a gun was unmatched, and Texas legend remembers him as, “The Man Who Never Missed.”
Farther to the right was a photo of Jake Jr., Jake Caliber Jr. returned home from the First World War and followed in his father’s footsteps by becoming a private detective.
Jake Jr. had two claims to fame. One, was the fact that he was responsible for moving the floundering business east, to New York City, where there was no shortage of clients to be had, and two, he had fathered Jake Caliber the third, a man who became an icon for private detectives, and who is still a living legend.
While Jake Jr. had inherited his father’s good looks, his legendary aim was not one of the gifts he possessed. His son however, was a born marksman. A skill he first put to use at the age of sixteen, while serving as a Marine in World War 2.
To the right of Jake Jr. is a photo of his son. It was taken while Jake Caliber the third was wading onto Omaha Beach on D-Day. To the right of that is a parade of photos taken over the years. Jake Caliber the third possessed three things in every photo, a trench coat, a fedora and a cigar. A fourth constant was the accompaniment of a beautiful woman, although it was rarely the same woman in more than one photo. The last photo of Jake was surrounded by front page headlines from newspapers around the world. It was a photo of Jake Caliber the third being shot, as he bravely leaped in front of the President of the United States and foiled an assassination plot. It was that act of heroism that made the name Caliber synonymous with bravery and insured that it became known the world over.
One final photo graced the wall. It was a picture of Jake Caliber the Fourth, a man who died far too young.
Kelli Ross spotted Gail glaring at
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