faces of the elderly people watching, knowing their lives were going to be better now.
Fitzpatrick knew the film crew was getting some good footage. He smiled when he thought about what Harper would say when he saw the coverage. Even though they were going back to Houston tonight, Sasha told him the story would go national on Sunday evening. A ten-minute news report. He would be home by then. He hoped Harper watched it too. He was actually looking forward to seeing Harper on Monday and getting his opinion on what he thought about it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
6:00 p.m. SATURDAY EVENING
THE HOUSE
A pickup truck pulled into the driveway of the house, then drove around to the backside, parking close to the back door. The driver got out, closed the truck door and walked towards the back door. Just as he got to the door, the door opened. Another man, almost twice his size, but shorter, stood in front of him. He opened the door wider and the taller man walked in.
“ Good to see you again, Walter,” the man said as they got to the kitchen.
“ Good to see you too.”
“ Is everything going alright?”
Walter nodded. “Yes. We got in late last night. Everything was ready, so everyone got settled in quickly.”
“ No problems with anyone?”
Walter shook his head. “No. Everyone hit the sack pretty much right after we got here.”
“ And the guests?”
Walter shook his head. “No problems. They were still pretty out of it when they got here. Went where they were told.”
The man laughed. “I’m sure they did too. Any problem with the meals?”
“ No, they came in three times today. Food is good too. Is it from a local restaurant?”
The man nodded. “Yes. It’s a local favorite.”
“ What did you tell them?”
“ That I had a lot of company and didn’t want to cook.”
Walter laughed.
“ So, everyone is happy?”
“ I think so. Haven’t heard any complaints.”
“ Good. Oh, here are the magazines and books you requested.” The man held up the tote bag he had brought in with him.
“ You got these fast.”
“ Yeah. Called it in to the local library and they were ready when I got there.”
Walter took the tote bag and laid it on the kitchen counter. He thought for a moment, looked at his watch and then picked up the bag again.
“ Maybe I’d better deliver these to our company. Might as well give them something to do.” Then he reached over on the counter and picked up a small legal pad and a pen. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The man nodded. “Okay. While you do that, I will go check on the rest of your company.” He watched as Walter walked to a door and went down the stairs.
Walking into the large living room, the man notice how few pieces of furniture there was in the house. They weren’t going to be here more than a few days, so they didn’t need much. A couch, coffee table, and two cloth wing chairs were in the main part of the living room. A loveseat was sitting near the door of the room on the other side of the living room. Nothing elaborate, but all were functional. For the amount of people here, it was enough. To avoid suspicion, he’d had to go thirty miles away to a Goodwill store to find all the furniture he needed to get. The man turned right and headed for the room off the living room.
Inside the room, an old large oak desk sat in the middle of the room. A six-foot beige couch was against the left hand wall and another matching couch was against the right hand wall. Stretched out, a young man was on the left hand couch. He was in his late twenties, had shoulder length medium brown hair; tucked behind his ears. He was dressed in jeans and dark blue t-shirt and was playing with some electrical gadget the man didn’t recognize. Lying on the right side couch was a young woman. She was also in her late twenties and had shoulder-length light brown hair. A holster was lying on the floor next to the couch. The man knew exactly what was inside. It was a Berretta
Fitzpatrick knew the film crew was getting some good footage. He smiled when he thought about what Harper would say when he saw the coverage. Even though they were going back to Houston tonight, Sasha told him the story would go national on Sunday evening. A ten-minute news report. He would be home by then. He hoped Harper watched it too. He was actually looking forward to seeing Harper on Monday and getting his opinion on what he thought about it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
6:00 p.m. SATURDAY EVENING
THE HOUSE
A pickup truck pulled into the driveway of the house, then drove around to the backside, parking close to the back door. The driver got out, closed the truck door and walked towards the back door. Just as he got to the door, the door opened. Another man, almost twice his size, but shorter, stood in front of him. He opened the door wider and the taller man walked in.
“ Good to see you again, Walter,” the man said as they got to the kitchen.
“ Good to see you too.”
“ Is everything going alright?”
Walter nodded. “Yes. We got in late last night. Everything was ready, so everyone got settled in quickly.”
“ No problems with anyone?”
Walter shook his head. “No. Everyone hit the sack pretty much right after we got here.”
“ And the guests?”
Walter shook his head. “No problems. They were still pretty out of it when they got here. Went where they were told.”
The man laughed. “I’m sure they did too. Any problem with the meals?”
“ No, they came in three times today. Food is good too. Is it from a local restaurant?”
The man nodded. “Yes. It’s a local favorite.”
“ What did you tell them?”
“ That I had a lot of company and didn’t want to cook.”
Walter laughed.
“ So, everyone is happy?”
“ I think so. Haven’t heard any complaints.”
“ Good. Oh, here are the magazines and books you requested.” The man held up the tote bag he had brought in with him.
“ You got these fast.”
“ Yeah. Called it in to the local library and they were ready when I got there.”
Walter took the tote bag and laid it on the kitchen counter. He thought for a moment, looked at his watch and then picked up the bag again.
“ Maybe I’d better deliver these to our company. Might as well give them something to do.” Then he reached over on the counter and picked up a small legal pad and a pen. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The man nodded. “Okay. While you do that, I will go check on the rest of your company.” He watched as Walter walked to a door and went down the stairs.
Walking into the large living room, the man notice how few pieces of furniture there was in the house. They weren’t going to be here more than a few days, so they didn’t need much. A couch, coffee table, and two cloth wing chairs were in the main part of the living room. A loveseat was sitting near the door of the room on the other side of the living room. Nothing elaborate, but all were functional. For the amount of people here, it was enough. To avoid suspicion, he’d had to go thirty miles away to a Goodwill store to find all the furniture he needed to get. The man turned right and headed for the room off the living room.
Inside the room, an old large oak desk sat in the middle of the room. A six-foot beige couch was against the left hand wall and another matching couch was against the right hand wall. Stretched out, a young man was on the left hand couch. He was in his late twenties, had shoulder length medium brown hair; tucked behind his ears. He was dressed in jeans and dark blue t-shirt and was playing with some electrical gadget the man didn’t recognize. Lying on the right side couch was a young woman. She was also in her late twenties and had shoulder-length light brown hair. A holster was lying on the floor next to the couch. The man knew exactly what was inside. It was a Berretta
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