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for me because it is still the same today! I knew that if I had tried to have Bill leave the police force he would have done it for me, but the Bill that would have been left would not have been the same Bill that I love and married. It would have been like him chopping his right arm off. There would have been a negative lasting effect on him both physically and mentally.”
Just as Shelly was about to respond Marie’s cell phone rang.
“Marie Mason.”
“Detective Mason, this is Latisha Williams of the Austin Statesman .”
“I know who you are, Latisha. What can I do for you and how did you get my number?”
The name Latisha had an immediate effect on Tommy and Shelly, as they both knew who she was.
Latisha Williams was the chief crime reporter for the Austin Statesman and had the reputation of a rabid Rottweiler. When she got her teeth into a story she would not let go and had no concern whatsoever for any collateral damage that her tenacious reporting might cause.
“What’s going on over at Whispering Hollow? Are you looking into the death of the homeless guy who torched himself last year? You’re asking a lot of questions and costing the taxpayers a lot of money for some guy that no one gives a crap about! So what’s the real story? I got a call from an old girlfriend of mine that you were snooping around. I think we should meet.”
“Let me talk with my boss, Latisha, and I’ll call you back. Don’t get your panties in a wad right now; it’s not some big conspiracy. The original team asked that we take another look at the evidence, that’s it, nothing more sinister than that. Give me a couple of days to get hold of my boss; he’s out of town for Thanksgiving. I just need his okay to talk with you.”
Marie was just trying to buy some time and it appeared to work.
“Okay, Marie, I’ll expect to hear from you Monday, no later, or I’ll go with a story to flush out the truth! Have a good Thanksgiving, Marie.”
~
“I guess y’all know who that was,” said Marie as the others stared at her.
“I don’t know how she got my number, but suffice to say Latisha Williams shares the same lifestyle as Shelly and me. An ex-girlfriend of hers, probably Cheryl Brown at the golf club, called her and told her we were snooping around. What do you think we should do, Tommy?”
“We have to meet with her and ask her to work with us on this. She’ll want something in return, like exclusivity on the story, but she’s a real loose cannon, and if we don’t get her in the tent pissing out then she’ll piss in all over us.”
“Real nice analogy at the dinner table, Tommy Ross, really nice,” said Elaine, more than a little upset with her son.
“You know that your daughter is sitting right there!” continued Elaine, pointing to Claire. Then the four-year-old came out with a gem, as she often did these days, that had them almost rolling about the floor with laughter.
“The lady should do pee-pee in the toilet, Mimi, shouldn’t she?”
There was nothing more that needed to be said.
They never got back onto the subject of Marie’s line of work. It would have to wait for another time. However, the ice had been broken and there were now no secrets. It was out in the open. It would be an issue that would have to be addressed, however, and addressed soon or it would fester and cause an irreparable rift in the team.
Chapter 13: The Spirit Riders
On Monday morning Bill Ross was sitting at the breakfast table sipping on his first cup of coffee of the day and reflecting on the positive progress made over the weekend, when his cell phone rang.
“Good morning, Bill, how’s the weather this morning there in Austin?” said Alex Forbes-Hamilton.
“Forty-three degrees and fog, Alex. My guess is it’s colder where you are though?”
“It’s actually a nice day here, clear skies for a change! The wind and the rain we’ve had for the past couple of weeks is gone and we have at least one day of respite,
Just as Shelly was about to respond Marie’s cell phone rang.
“Marie Mason.”
“Detective Mason, this is Latisha Williams of the Austin Statesman .”
“I know who you are, Latisha. What can I do for you and how did you get my number?”
The name Latisha had an immediate effect on Tommy and Shelly, as they both knew who she was.
Latisha Williams was the chief crime reporter for the Austin Statesman and had the reputation of a rabid Rottweiler. When she got her teeth into a story she would not let go and had no concern whatsoever for any collateral damage that her tenacious reporting might cause.
“What’s going on over at Whispering Hollow? Are you looking into the death of the homeless guy who torched himself last year? You’re asking a lot of questions and costing the taxpayers a lot of money for some guy that no one gives a crap about! So what’s the real story? I got a call from an old girlfriend of mine that you were snooping around. I think we should meet.”
“Let me talk with my boss, Latisha, and I’ll call you back. Don’t get your panties in a wad right now; it’s not some big conspiracy. The original team asked that we take another look at the evidence, that’s it, nothing more sinister than that. Give me a couple of days to get hold of my boss; he’s out of town for Thanksgiving. I just need his okay to talk with you.”
Marie was just trying to buy some time and it appeared to work.
“Okay, Marie, I’ll expect to hear from you Monday, no later, or I’ll go with a story to flush out the truth! Have a good Thanksgiving, Marie.”
~
“I guess y’all know who that was,” said Marie as the others stared at her.
“I don’t know how she got my number, but suffice to say Latisha Williams shares the same lifestyle as Shelly and me. An ex-girlfriend of hers, probably Cheryl Brown at the golf club, called her and told her we were snooping around. What do you think we should do, Tommy?”
“We have to meet with her and ask her to work with us on this. She’ll want something in return, like exclusivity on the story, but she’s a real loose cannon, and if we don’t get her in the tent pissing out then she’ll piss in all over us.”
“Real nice analogy at the dinner table, Tommy Ross, really nice,” said Elaine, more than a little upset with her son.
“You know that your daughter is sitting right there!” continued Elaine, pointing to Claire. Then the four-year-old came out with a gem, as she often did these days, that had them almost rolling about the floor with laughter.
“The lady should do pee-pee in the toilet, Mimi, shouldn’t she?”
There was nothing more that needed to be said.
They never got back onto the subject of Marie’s line of work. It would have to wait for another time. However, the ice had been broken and there were now no secrets. It was out in the open. It would be an issue that would have to be addressed, however, and addressed soon or it would fester and cause an irreparable rift in the team.
Chapter 13: The Spirit Riders
On Monday morning Bill Ross was sitting at the breakfast table sipping on his first cup of coffee of the day and reflecting on the positive progress made over the weekend, when his cell phone rang.
“Good morning, Bill, how’s the weather this morning there in Austin?” said Alex Forbes-Hamilton.
“Forty-three degrees and fog, Alex. My guess is it’s colder where you are though?”
“It’s actually a nice day here, clear skies for a change! The wind and the rain we’ve had for the past couple of weeks is gone and we have at least one day of respite,
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