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Authors: Sam Cheever
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“It’s my father.” I frowned. “What on earth is he up to?”
Fortune lifted her fists into the air and screamed. Then she swung around, her pretty features scary with rage. “More importantly, what’s he doing with my boat?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Before leaving the Order, we asked Brother Todd what my father had been doing before we arrived. He was suitably vague, but he did remember seeing Brother Fenus a.k.a. my father, coming out of Brother Mike’s room just before breakfast.
“Did he say why he was in there?” I asked.
Brother Todd shrugged. “He said he was praying in the hopes that God would tell him where Mike was.”
“Praying, huh?” Fortune said. “You didn’t buy that did you?”
Brother Todd’s eyes sparked with humor. “We all have our own ways of worshiping, sister.”
“Yeah. Was Brother Pen…erm…Fenus carrying anything when he left?”
Brother Todd frowned. “Now that you mention it, he did have a ledger book in his hand. It looked a lot like the one Brother Mike keeps his records in. That’s strange too because Brother Mike never lets any of us touch his ledger. He’s very private.”
After searching the bare and unhelpful cell Brother Mike called home, we hurried back to Fortune’s house in the hopes that she was mistaken. There had to be lots of boats that looked like hers. Alas, the empty spot in the shoreline of her backyard where the airboat had been tied was likely a bad sign.
She stood over the post where the boat had previously been tethered, her posture rigid and her fists clenched. Nobody said anything for a long moment, then Fortune took a deep breath and turned to me. I flinched back as her gaze scoured over me. But a moment later the rage was gone. In its place was a calmness I would never have guessed she could achieve. “I’m sorry, Felly. I know this isn’t your fault. But if he destroys my boat…”
“I completely understand.” I told Fortune. “If I was in your shoes I’d feel exactly the same way. I promise you if he damages the boat he’ll repair or replace it. I’ll make sure he does.”
She nodded, the last bit of tension leaving her body.
“Now that that’s settled,” Cal said. “Does anybody have an idea who the second person in the boat was?”
Heads swayed like palm trees in a windstorm.
“Whoever it was wore a hoodie,” Gertie offered.
Fortune crossed her arms over her chest. “Six foot, give or take an inch, slump shouldered, BMI approximately twenty-nine, about as dangerous as a hangnail.”
We all blinked at her for a moment. Finally Cal said, “You’re extremely observant.”
She shrugged. “It comes in handy in my line of work.”
I squinted. “As a librarian?”
She twitched a quick look toward Ida Belle before adding. “I can spot a book hoarder a mile away.”
“Right.” Cal clearly didn’t buy her response either.
“Why would my father take Fortune’s boat?”
“You made no secret of the fact that she had a boat on your last caper together,” Cal said.
“So if he needed a boat…” Ida Belle said, nodding. “And he’d be confident we wouldn’t shoot him for taking it.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Fortune groused.
“Okay, Felonius needed a boat…” I mused. I glanced up at Cal. “But why?”
“He made a quick getaway from the monastery when we arrived. He appears to be running from someone. Right now it looks like he’s running from us.”
“But that makes no sense,” Gertie said. “He asked us to help him find Brother Mike.”
“Maybe he doesn’t have any choice.” My eyes widened on my next thought. “What if the other person in the boat had a gun on him?”
“That would make more sense than him running from us,” Cal said. Though he didn’t look convinced.
Fortune had been staring out at the muddy ribbon of water as if she expected her boat to return. She turned to Cal. “This might make a lot of sense if Big and Little Hebert are
Fortune lifted her fists into the air and screamed. Then she swung around, her pretty features scary with rage. “More importantly, what’s he doing with my boat?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Before leaving the Order, we asked Brother Todd what my father had been doing before we arrived. He was suitably vague, but he did remember seeing Brother Fenus a.k.a. my father, coming out of Brother Mike’s room just before breakfast.
“Did he say why he was in there?” I asked.
Brother Todd shrugged. “He said he was praying in the hopes that God would tell him where Mike was.”
“Praying, huh?” Fortune said. “You didn’t buy that did you?”
Brother Todd’s eyes sparked with humor. “We all have our own ways of worshiping, sister.”
“Yeah. Was Brother Pen…erm…Fenus carrying anything when he left?”
Brother Todd frowned. “Now that you mention it, he did have a ledger book in his hand. It looked a lot like the one Brother Mike keeps his records in. That’s strange too because Brother Mike never lets any of us touch his ledger. He’s very private.”
After searching the bare and unhelpful cell Brother Mike called home, we hurried back to Fortune’s house in the hopes that she was mistaken. There had to be lots of boats that looked like hers. Alas, the empty spot in the shoreline of her backyard where the airboat had been tied was likely a bad sign.
She stood over the post where the boat had previously been tethered, her posture rigid and her fists clenched. Nobody said anything for a long moment, then Fortune took a deep breath and turned to me. I flinched back as her gaze scoured over me. But a moment later the rage was gone. In its place was a calmness I would never have guessed she could achieve. “I’m sorry, Felly. I know this isn’t your fault. But if he destroys my boat…”
“I completely understand.” I told Fortune. “If I was in your shoes I’d feel exactly the same way. I promise you if he damages the boat he’ll repair or replace it. I’ll make sure he does.”
She nodded, the last bit of tension leaving her body.
“Now that that’s settled,” Cal said. “Does anybody have an idea who the second person in the boat was?”
Heads swayed like palm trees in a windstorm.
“Whoever it was wore a hoodie,” Gertie offered.
Fortune crossed her arms over her chest. “Six foot, give or take an inch, slump shouldered, BMI approximately twenty-nine, about as dangerous as a hangnail.”
We all blinked at her for a moment. Finally Cal said, “You’re extremely observant.”
She shrugged. “It comes in handy in my line of work.”
I squinted. “As a librarian?”
She twitched a quick look toward Ida Belle before adding. “I can spot a book hoarder a mile away.”
“Right.” Cal clearly didn’t buy her response either.
“Why would my father take Fortune’s boat?”
“You made no secret of the fact that she had a boat on your last caper together,” Cal said.
“So if he needed a boat…” Ida Belle said, nodding. “And he’d be confident we wouldn’t shoot him for taking it.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Fortune groused.
“Okay, Felonius needed a boat…” I mused. I glanced up at Cal. “But why?”
“He made a quick getaway from the monastery when we arrived. He appears to be running from someone. Right now it looks like he’s running from us.”
“But that makes no sense,” Gertie said. “He asked us to help him find Brother Mike.”
“Maybe he doesn’t have any choice.” My eyes widened on my next thought. “What if the other person in the boat had a gun on him?”
“That would make more sense than him running from us,” Cal said. Though he didn’t look convinced.
Fortune had been staring out at the muddy ribbon of water as if she expected her boat to return. She turned to Cal. “This might make a lot of sense if Big and Little Hebert are
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