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The Archer [Book 13 of the Hawkman Series] by Betty Sullivan La Pierre Page B
Authors: Betty Sullivan La Pierre
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keys. “I knew I could depend on you guys. I've got some errands to do and will be back to pick it up."
"Can I take you somewhere?” Brad asked.
"No, thanks, the walk will do me good. The place I want to go is just up the street a couple of blocks."
Hawkman took off on foot, thankful the wind had died down and the sun shone brightly. The chill still lingered, but it would keep him from working up a sweat. He soon arrived at the Global Navigations Systems and entered the building. It appeared they'd just opened, as he noticed some of the men donning jackets with the logo on the lapels.
Checking some of the display cabinets, Hawkman spotted several GPS items for humans and pets. Booklets lay scattered across the counter and he picked up one.
He studied the index and flipped through several pages trying to find something that would work for what he had in mind.
Soon a young man approached him. “Good morning, Sir, can I help you find something?"
"My mother is getting up there in age and borderline Alzheimer's. I'd like a bracelet or something I can attach to her wrist or leg to let me know where she is, in case she wanders away from the house. Something that would relay a signal to me from at least five to ten miles."
"What's the brand name of your receiver?"
After Hawkman told him, the man smiled. “You're in luck. I think we have just the thing. Follow me.” He led him down the aisle, then went behind the counter and pointed through the glass at a couple of bracelets. He then pulled them out of the locked case and handed them to Hawkman. “Either of these would locate your mother within a ten mile radius. They're quite the “in” thing now for keeping track of wandering parents."
Hawkman examined them both and checked the instructions to make sure they'd work with his receiver. He then chose the more generic looking bracelet and purchased it.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
When Hawkman returned to the repair shop, the workmen told him it would be about thirty minutes before they finished the rear window.
"I'll go into your waiting room and have a cup of coffee,” he said.
He strolled in and found only one other person waiting. The woman appeared engrossed in a novel, and he doubted she even noticed he'd entered the room. Pouring a cup of the hot brew, he took a chair on the opposite side and pulled out the instructions of the GPS he'd just bought. He studied the steps on how he needed to program the receiver so he'd have an accurate calculation of Laura's whereabouts. It seemed simple enough, and he liked the thought of her not having to do a thing but wear the bracelet.
One of the workers poked his head inside the door. “Mr. Casey. Your vehicle is ready."
Hawkman nodded, put the equipment back into the sack, dumped the coffee and threw away the plastic cup, then went out the door. He walked to the rear of the SUV and examined the new window. “Good job,” he said.
"Thanks, Mr. Casey. If you'll sign the bill, then you can take it away."
Hawkman paid with his credit card, then drove out of the garage. He had plenty of time to have a bite to eat before meeting Roy Summers and decided on Sandy's restaurant on main street. When he walked in, it surprised him to see the proprietor behind the cash register. “Hello, Sandy, how's it going?"
She forced a smile. “Mr. Casey, long time no see. I wish I could say good, but the economy is so bad people just aren't going out to eat. I've had to lay off several of my help, which just killed me. My people have been with me for years. I've tried to keep my prices low, but everything costs so much."
"I'm sorry to hear it."
"I'm praying I can keep the doors open and if business picks up, I can offer them back their jobs."
"Sure hope things work out."
"Let's get you seated. We have a good lunch special. I think you'll enjoy it."
As Hawkman walked back to a booth, he vowed to try to stop in at least once a week. He'd hate to see this cafe
"Can I take you somewhere?” Brad asked.
"No, thanks, the walk will do me good. The place I want to go is just up the street a couple of blocks."
Hawkman took off on foot, thankful the wind had died down and the sun shone brightly. The chill still lingered, but it would keep him from working up a sweat. He soon arrived at the Global Navigations Systems and entered the building. It appeared they'd just opened, as he noticed some of the men donning jackets with the logo on the lapels.
Checking some of the display cabinets, Hawkman spotted several GPS items for humans and pets. Booklets lay scattered across the counter and he picked up one.
He studied the index and flipped through several pages trying to find something that would work for what he had in mind.
Soon a young man approached him. “Good morning, Sir, can I help you find something?"
"My mother is getting up there in age and borderline Alzheimer's. I'd like a bracelet or something I can attach to her wrist or leg to let me know where she is, in case she wanders away from the house. Something that would relay a signal to me from at least five to ten miles."
"What's the brand name of your receiver?"
After Hawkman told him, the man smiled. “You're in luck. I think we have just the thing. Follow me.” He led him down the aisle, then went behind the counter and pointed through the glass at a couple of bracelets. He then pulled them out of the locked case and handed them to Hawkman. “Either of these would locate your mother within a ten mile radius. They're quite the “in” thing now for keeping track of wandering parents."
Hawkman examined them both and checked the instructions to make sure they'd work with his receiver. He then chose the more generic looking bracelet and purchased it.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
When Hawkman returned to the repair shop, the workmen told him it would be about thirty minutes before they finished the rear window.
"I'll go into your waiting room and have a cup of coffee,” he said.
He strolled in and found only one other person waiting. The woman appeared engrossed in a novel, and he doubted she even noticed he'd entered the room. Pouring a cup of the hot brew, he took a chair on the opposite side and pulled out the instructions of the GPS he'd just bought. He studied the steps on how he needed to program the receiver so he'd have an accurate calculation of Laura's whereabouts. It seemed simple enough, and he liked the thought of her not having to do a thing but wear the bracelet.
One of the workers poked his head inside the door. “Mr. Casey. Your vehicle is ready."
Hawkman nodded, put the equipment back into the sack, dumped the coffee and threw away the plastic cup, then went out the door. He walked to the rear of the SUV and examined the new window. “Good job,” he said.
"Thanks, Mr. Casey. If you'll sign the bill, then you can take it away."
Hawkman paid with his credit card, then drove out of the garage. He had plenty of time to have a bite to eat before meeting Roy Summers and decided on Sandy's restaurant on main street. When he walked in, it surprised him to see the proprietor behind the cash register. “Hello, Sandy, how's it going?"
She forced a smile. “Mr. Casey, long time no see. I wish I could say good, but the economy is so bad people just aren't going out to eat. I've had to lay off several of my help, which just killed me. My people have been with me for years. I've tried to keep my prices low, but everything costs so much."
"I'm sorry to hear it."
"I'm praying I can keep the doors open and if business picks up, I can offer them back their jobs."
"Sure hope things work out."
"Let's get you seated. We have a good lunch special. I think you'll enjoy it."
As Hawkman walked back to a booth, he vowed to try to stop in at least once a week. He'd hate to see this cafe
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