The Protector by Dawn Marie Snyder Page B

reached for the firearm that I had. 
    “Come on.” I quickly said opening my door. “I will come and get the bags once I know the place is safe.” I got out of the car and she followed suit. She walked a few paces behind me as I approached the front door. She handed me her key and the door unlocked without hesitation.  I heard the door click as I opened it and the alarm begin to beep.   I slowly pushed in the door and looked around. I had not taken my gun from its place in my holster but did so now. I began to look at the disheveled mess that lay everywhere on her floor.
    I took a step in and looked cautiously around. I could hear Alison gasp behind me as she followed me into her home.
    “What the Fu…?” She did not finish her sentence as she looked around.  “My house, my stuff?”  I turned to look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and anger as she walked past me into her living room. Her couch cushions were all over the place.  Books and magazines were everywhere on the floor along with broken glass.  
    “The processor, they came looking for it,” I responded softly touching her arm.  Her eyes grew wide and she took off running up the stairs to her bedroom. I quickly followed suit, taking two steps at a time. I followed her down the hall, looking as I did at everything scattered throughout her home.  They took no chances and looked everywhere.  Her room was as bad as the living room except there were clothes and books everywhere. There was another room next to her master and again it was torn to shreds, but there wasn’t as much in this room as the others.
    Alison went straight to her closet and got on her knees.  Clothes came flying out of the closet as she searched the last place she had left the processor. Finally she walked out with a package in hand.  She handed me a box about the size of a jewelry necklace box.
    Alison smiled, “I put it in a jewelry box so it wouldn’t scratched or broken. Guess they didn’t bother to really look.”
    I had to laugh. Only our luck would have it that these idiots would totally miss this box.  “Wow,” was all I could say as I held the processor in my hands.  Alison continued to walk around the bedroom.  Her clothes were scattered out of her drawers and towels were scattered all over the bathroom.  Everything, if it had been in a cabinet was out on the floor or on a counter top.
    Alison turned back to look at me. “Did they have to tear the entire place apart?”  Her smile faded as she looked at the mess.
    “I’ll help you.” I walked over to where she stood and put my hand on her shoulder. “A few hours from now and it will be fine.”
    “Yeah,” she responded, “all will be fine. Have heard that a lot lately. Starting not to believe it!” Her hands were on her hips
     
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    There was complete sarcasm in my voice as I answered back to his comment. It would be fine but it would take hours for us to put things where they belonged. I hadn’t even looked in my kitchen or in my office. The thought of those rooms, especially the office, frightened me.   I looked toward my dresser that was up against the wall. Everything had been tossed out of them. On the floor lay all my intimates, not that it was much or sexy but my underwear, bras, you name it, it was on the floor.
    I had to admit, Jack was being awfully polite as he glanced around the room.  It had not been the most organized room when I left, but at least clothes and other items were in their place. Now they were scattered everywhere as if someone had thrown up at a Victoria’s secret store. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry all at the same time. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth a loud blood curdling scream would come out of my mouth.
    Jack took a few steps forward and began to pick up things on the floor.  First he picked up a bra, then a few thongs. As he realized what he picked up, he walked over to me and handed them to me. I knew this was not his idea of protecting