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Authors: Betty Sullivan La Pierre
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in the most elite neighborhood in town. Hawkman shook his head as he placed the papers on the passenger seat. “A couple of rich spoiled brats,” he mumbled, as he turned on the ignition.
He decided to drive by their home, and get a feel for what he could be in for when he decided to talk to them. As he entered the area, the scenery took his breath away. Each lot consisted of at least an acre, surrounded by a stone or brick wall. Elaborate displays of fountains or statues decorated the front center of lawns. Sculptured shrubs lined the sidewalks leading up to the fancy entry ways. He didn't notice many flower gardens in the front, but figured they were in the backyards where the family or guests would gather around the pools and patios. He finally found the Wallaces’ place. A regal two story palace. It stood on a corner lot, and as he turned onto the next street, he could see a tennis court at the back, surrounded by a high wire fence. Tall spot lights, which would light up the whole area for a night game, were erected on high poles at each corner. Past the court, and through the breaks in the large redwood trees, he could make out the outline of a pool area with all the amenities money could buy. “What a mansion,” he gasped aloud.
He made a U-turn and as he turned onto the street facing the house, one of the three doors of the garage opened and a late model black pickup backed out. The door slid back down and the vehicle turned and went around the circular driveway coming out in front of him. They blared their horn as they charged onto the street, forcing Hawkman to hit his brakes hard to avoid hitting the truck. The two young men gave him the finger as they surged ahead, leaving rubber on the pavement. Hawkman watched the pickup fishtail, then speed down the road. He prayed he wouldn't have to deal with those two scalawags.
Driving toward his office, he didn't come across the black pickup again, and wondered how those two spent their day. After he parked and started toward the stairs, the smell of fresh pastries hit his senses and he detoured to the bakery. A bear claw in hand, along with the briefcase, he jogged up the stairwell and entered his workplace.
He placed the valise on the desk, and had put on the coffee pot before he noticed the red blinking light of the answering machine. Pushing the button, he heard Laura's voice.
"Mr. Casey, I'm between classes, and discovered I had a voice message on my cell phone. It's from the caller. I've saved it and will drop by your office about two-thirty when I'm through for the day."
It would be interesting to hear this guy's voice, and he hoped it would record onto his machine, so he'd have a copy. He quickly checked the battery power on his voice activated recorder. It showed almost full, but he plugged it in anyway, so he'd have a full charge.
Hawkman glanced at his watch and realized she'd be here in about an hour. He wouldn't have time to go see the archery expert, beforehand, so he'd wait until Laura left.
While waiting for the young woman, he poured a cup of coffee, and munched on the pastry as he again read through the Wallace brothers’ reports from Detective Williams. He'd ask Laura if she knew these young men.
It wasn't long before a soft knock sounded on his door. “Come in,” he called.
Laura stuck her head in first. “Hi, Mr. Casey. I hope I didn't cause a problem leaving a message on your machine."
"Not at all. I'm glad you did. I'm anxious to hear the voice of this person. Come on in and have a seat."
She entered the office looking like a typical college student, wearing jeans, a hooded sweat shirt and cowboy boots. Scooting into the chair in front of his desk, she unzipped her fanny pack, pulled out her cell phone, and placed it on his desk.
"Will your parents worry about you if you don't arrive home at a given time?"
She shook her head. “I called and told them I'd be stopping by your office, so I'd be a little late."
"Good. Okay, let me
He decided to drive by their home, and get a feel for what he could be in for when he decided to talk to them. As he entered the area, the scenery took his breath away. Each lot consisted of at least an acre, surrounded by a stone or brick wall. Elaborate displays of fountains or statues decorated the front center of lawns. Sculptured shrubs lined the sidewalks leading up to the fancy entry ways. He didn't notice many flower gardens in the front, but figured they were in the backyards where the family or guests would gather around the pools and patios. He finally found the Wallaces’ place. A regal two story palace. It stood on a corner lot, and as he turned onto the next street, he could see a tennis court at the back, surrounded by a high wire fence. Tall spot lights, which would light up the whole area for a night game, were erected on high poles at each corner. Past the court, and through the breaks in the large redwood trees, he could make out the outline of a pool area with all the amenities money could buy. “What a mansion,” he gasped aloud.
He made a U-turn and as he turned onto the street facing the house, one of the three doors of the garage opened and a late model black pickup backed out. The door slid back down and the vehicle turned and went around the circular driveway coming out in front of him. They blared their horn as they charged onto the street, forcing Hawkman to hit his brakes hard to avoid hitting the truck. The two young men gave him the finger as they surged ahead, leaving rubber on the pavement. Hawkman watched the pickup fishtail, then speed down the road. He prayed he wouldn't have to deal with those two scalawags.
Driving toward his office, he didn't come across the black pickup again, and wondered how those two spent their day. After he parked and started toward the stairs, the smell of fresh pastries hit his senses and he detoured to the bakery. A bear claw in hand, along with the briefcase, he jogged up the stairwell and entered his workplace.
He placed the valise on the desk, and had put on the coffee pot before he noticed the red blinking light of the answering machine. Pushing the button, he heard Laura's voice.
"Mr. Casey, I'm between classes, and discovered I had a voice message on my cell phone. It's from the caller. I've saved it and will drop by your office about two-thirty when I'm through for the day."
It would be interesting to hear this guy's voice, and he hoped it would record onto his machine, so he'd have a copy. He quickly checked the battery power on his voice activated recorder. It showed almost full, but he plugged it in anyway, so he'd have a full charge.
Hawkman glanced at his watch and realized she'd be here in about an hour. He wouldn't have time to go see the archery expert, beforehand, so he'd wait until Laura left.
While waiting for the young woman, he poured a cup of coffee, and munched on the pastry as he again read through the Wallace brothers’ reports from Detective Williams. He'd ask Laura if she knew these young men.
It wasn't long before a soft knock sounded on his door. “Come in,” he called.
Laura stuck her head in first. “Hi, Mr. Casey. I hope I didn't cause a problem leaving a message on your machine."
"Not at all. I'm glad you did. I'm anxious to hear the voice of this person. Come on in and have a seat."
She entered the office looking like a typical college student, wearing jeans, a hooded sweat shirt and cowboy boots. Scooting into the chair in front of his desk, she unzipped her fanny pack, pulled out her cell phone, and placed it on his desk.
"Will your parents worry about you if you don't arrive home at a given time?"
She shook her head. “I called and told them I'd be stopping by your office, so I'd be a little late."
"Good. Okay, let me
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