doesn’t pay as much as manipulating numbers.” He closed the flap on the pouch. “Mealtime for the kitty cats. Wanna come see what we have here?”
At that moment, Decker saw a woman with long hair in the distance walking toward them. She wore a knitted cap, a thick jacket, tight jeans, and hiking boots. “Is that Vignette Garrison?”
“Yep.”
“We have an appointment. Thanks for the invitation though.” The accountant gave Decker a wave. “I’m off.”
Gabe said, “I’ll come with you. I’ve never seen lions and tigers up close.”
“Well, come along and enjoy the experience.” The man stuck out his hand. “Everett James.”
“Gabe Whitman.” He took hold of the man’s right wrist with both hands and gave him the musician’s handshake. “Thanks a lot, Mr. James.”
“You can call me Everett.” The man took out a set of keys. “This way.”
James opened the gate to go in just as Vignette was about to go out. They spoke for a few seconds, and when it was over, Vignette came jogging over.
Up close, she looked younger—late twenties or early thirties. Her hair was light brown streaked with blond and hung past her shoulders. Her complexion, even in the winter, was bronze in tone. Vignette’s eyes were round and dark, her nose was thin, and her lips were full and chapped. She rubbed her gloved hands.
She stuck out a hand. “Vignette Garrison.”
“How are you?” Decker took her hand. “Lieutenant Decker.”
“Golly, it’s cold. I’m wearing thermal socks and my feet still feel like two chunks of ice.”
“If you want to go inside, I won’t object,” Decker said.
“Not that it’s all that warm inside. But at least my feet can thaw out.”
He followed her up the three steps that led into the middle trailer. Inside, Decker saw a bank of metal file cabinets, four desks, and about a half dozen chairs. There was also a small kitchen with a refrigerator, a microwave, several hot plates, three space heaters, and a standing fan.
“Have a seat.” She pulled out a chair. Then she bent down and turned a knob on the space heater, then rolled it toward Decker. “This will help a little.”
“Is this battery operated?”
“Kerosene. We do have a generator out back. It runs the fridge.” She took off her gloves and hat. “Most of the animals are cold tolerant, but we always have backup heating just in case we have prolonged cold snaps. We also have our hot days. For the animals, we can control the heat by dumping ice in the water pools. We have a variety of animals that live in a variety of climates. What’s comfortable for savannah lions isn’t necessarily good for jungle tigers.”
“I’m sure it takes a lot of work to get it right.”
“You can say that again. People don’t realize that you justcan’t dump animals in a single environment and expect them to get along let alone survive.” She sat down. “I’m glad you came to visit in the cold rather than the heat. You’ll see the cats at their best. The fur is magnificent. Is that your son who went off with Everett?”
“My foster son.”
She wrinkled her nose. “He looks a little old to be in foster care.”
“He’s been with us for a while. By now, we consider him a member of the family.”
“We’re not so different, then.”
“How’s that?”
“I adopt strays, you adopt strays. It shows a giving spirit . . . to take in something and nurture it back to health. I often think of Global Earth as one big foster home.”
“Well, I hope it runs more efficiently than county care.”
“Oh it does.” The joke was lost on her. She pulled off her boots and then placed her sock-covered feet atop the space heater. “Did you find out anything about the will?”
“I found out there is a will.”
“Great. Do you know when it’s going to be read?”
“Uh, I don’t know if it’s like the movies where everyone sits in a lawyer’s office and hears all the allocations read aloud.”
“So how does it
At that moment, Decker saw a woman with long hair in the distance walking toward them. She wore a knitted cap, a thick jacket, tight jeans, and hiking boots. “Is that Vignette Garrison?”
“Yep.”
“We have an appointment. Thanks for the invitation though.” The accountant gave Decker a wave. “I’m off.”
Gabe said, “I’ll come with you. I’ve never seen lions and tigers up close.”
“Well, come along and enjoy the experience.” The man stuck out his hand. “Everett James.”
“Gabe Whitman.” He took hold of the man’s right wrist with both hands and gave him the musician’s handshake. “Thanks a lot, Mr. James.”
“You can call me Everett.” The man took out a set of keys. “This way.”
James opened the gate to go in just as Vignette was about to go out. They spoke for a few seconds, and when it was over, Vignette came jogging over.
Up close, she looked younger—late twenties or early thirties. Her hair was light brown streaked with blond and hung past her shoulders. Her complexion, even in the winter, was bronze in tone. Vignette’s eyes were round and dark, her nose was thin, and her lips were full and chapped. She rubbed her gloved hands.
She stuck out a hand. “Vignette Garrison.”
“How are you?” Decker took her hand. “Lieutenant Decker.”
“Golly, it’s cold. I’m wearing thermal socks and my feet still feel like two chunks of ice.”
“If you want to go inside, I won’t object,” Decker said.
“Not that it’s all that warm inside. But at least my feet can thaw out.”
He followed her up the three steps that led into the middle trailer. Inside, Decker saw a bank of metal file cabinets, four desks, and about a half dozen chairs. There was also a small kitchen with a refrigerator, a microwave, several hot plates, three space heaters, and a standing fan.
“Have a seat.” She pulled out a chair. Then she bent down and turned a knob on the space heater, then rolled it toward Decker. “This will help a little.”
“Is this battery operated?”
“Kerosene. We do have a generator out back. It runs the fridge.” She took off her gloves and hat. “Most of the animals are cold tolerant, but we always have backup heating just in case we have prolonged cold snaps. We also have our hot days. For the animals, we can control the heat by dumping ice in the water pools. We have a variety of animals that live in a variety of climates. What’s comfortable for savannah lions isn’t necessarily good for jungle tigers.”
“I’m sure it takes a lot of work to get it right.”
“You can say that again. People don’t realize that you justcan’t dump animals in a single environment and expect them to get along let alone survive.” She sat down. “I’m glad you came to visit in the cold rather than the heat. You’ll see the cats at their best. The fur is magnificent. Is that your son who went off with Everett?”
“My foster son.”
She wrinkled her nose. “He looks a little old to be in foster care.”
“He’s been with us for a while. By now, we consider him a member of the family.”
“We’re not so different, then.”
“How’s that?”
“I adopt strays, you adopt strays. It shows a giving spirit . . . to take in something and nurture it back to health. I often think of Global Earth as one big foster home.”
“Well, I hope it runs more efficiently than county care.”
“Oh it does.” The joke was lost on her. She pulled off her boots and then placed her sock-covered feet atop the space heater. “Did you find out anything about the will?”
“I found out there is a will.”
“Great. Do you know when it’s going to be read?”
“Uh, I don’t know if it’s like the movies where everyone sits in a lawyer’s office and hears all the allocations read aloud.”
“So how does it
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