“Yeah let’s take a look but be careful and move slow for god’s sake. This guy was a psychopath!” Sean answered as he stepped through the door. He turned to me and Debbie, “You two stay here until we make sure there are not anymore traps.”

They disappeared down the stairs moving very slowly and all was quiet. After about ten minutes George came back up. “Sean says that you can come down now. There was another trip beam on the bottom but we found it and think everything is safe now.” He looked over his shoulder to the stairs. “You ain’t going to believe what all is fucking down there! I’m staying up here.” He held up Sean’s special phone that all the alarms were sent to if someone tripped one of his sensors. “He wants one of us up here just in case something comes up. I’m not sure that it would work down there.”

With me leading, Debbie and I eased down the stairs. At the bottom it opened out into an amazingly large room. It was probably 15’X30’ and there were all manner of guns and things on shelves and racks.

Sean was standing near the end looking at something on some shelves and we eased down there looking. When we got there I gasped and pulled Debbie’s face to my chest. On the shelf were at least a dozen skulls and beside them, as if a hunter posing with a trophy, were pictures of Steve and Big Daddy with dead girls that I assumed were the donors of the skull collection.

“My GOD what kind of sick fucks do something like this???” I wondered as I looked. “No wonder he doesn’t want this place sold. I can’t believe he didn’t have it all stripped out and destroyed before you got out of jail.”

“I don’t think he knew. But he tore the house up looking for anything related to him or Steve. When I got home there wasn’t a single scrap of paper left in this house that had anything to do with Steve or his Daddy.” Debbie told me. “Besides, he didn’t think that I was going to get out. Right up till the jury read their decision he thought he would get his way. You should have seen the look on his face!! I was home that night and for a long time my Mama and Daddy stayed over here with me.” She paused, “I guess he thought it would be just too much if he had all of us killed.”

Sean picked up a photo album and flipped open the first few pages before setting it down in disgust. “FUCK this, we need to get the Feds in here. This album here alone will insure that Big Daddy will FRY!!” I reached for it and he blocked my hand. “You DON’T want to look Josh… I wish that I hadn’t and I just glanced! I would have slept better in the future if I hadn’t!”

We found a huge cache of money and a box with enough gold coins in it to break a mule’s back trying to carry it. There were also ledgers and papers that I felt sure were the goods on the deals Steve and his Daddy dearest had run.

From above George called down, “Sean you all better get your asses up here. Someone just came across the back fence.”

“FUCK, in broad daylight! There’s no WAY!” Sean bitched as he hurried up the stairs with me right behind him and Debbie following.

Sean barked as we got to the bedroom, “Josh, you stay with Debbie. If shooting starts take her back down there and we will come get you when it is all done.”

George looked at me and smiled, “Don’t worry. The vault door opens easily from the inside. No combination is needed so close the door behind you and you will be safe.”

Sean and George both had their guns out and were obviously expecting trouble. They dashed out the door. As they passed through it George snapped, “Aw SHIT! Would you believe that whoever it is is knocking on the back door?”

Sean stopped and turned to Debbie, “Do you have friends that come over your back fence and to your back fucking door?”

Debbie laughed, “I don’t have any friends! Even those that might have thought about it are too afraid of Big Daddy!”

Sean nodded and they went on closing the door behind. I pulled Debbie over to the vault door and pushed her in and behind me. I stood in the open door with my Glock aimed at the closed bedroom door. We waited and then after a few minutes, from the door, “Josh, it’s Sean. Don’t fucking shoot me. I’m coming in.” The door slowly opened, “Josh? Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I heard you; come on in.”

He came and when he was in he closed the door. “Debbie, there is a guy at your back door that says that he is a friend. He says to tell you that you seem to have done a lot better than his Mama and he needs to talk to you.” Sean looked at her. She was behind me but looking around my side. “Do you know this guy?”

Debbie was pasty faced but nodded, “Yes, I am pretty sure that I do.” She came out from behind me. “I need to talk to him… I owe him big.”

“With Debbie in the middle between Sean in the lead and me following we went to the kitchen where a large and rather mean looking man sat at the table while George stood behind him with the gun still in his hand.

He looked up and smiled at her. “You certainly look a lot better than you did last time that I saw you. I’ve kept up with you since. You seem to have turned your life around. The only question that I have is why you are still here in this one horse shit hole town?”

“My husbands Father has everything tied up and if I left I would have to leave with little more than the clothes on my back. He also would ruin my Daddy and leave my parents broke and homeless.”

I added, “Also it she left I suspect he would have her killed. As long as she was here he couldn’t afford to do that.” I looked at him, “You are the man that Steve hired to do her aren’t you?”

He smiled and nodded, “She told you huh? That’s good. Secrets are hard on a relationship Mr. Smither.” He noted the surprised look on my face. “Oh yes, I know all about you. You can call me Paul…Paul Patrick.” He smiled over at Debbie, “Last time I came to visit I’m afraid that we were not properly introduced. Does she know who you are by the way?”

“Yeah, I told her. Your right secrets aren’t good between people that love each other.”

“Then why haven’t you taken her away from here? It’s not like you can’t afford to leave with her. Why stay here and stir shit?”

I glanced at Sean then told him, “Because Big Daddy and Steve were… are serial killers and if we leave it is just a matter of time until he comes after her and me or sends someone. Better to deal with people like him head on.”

Debbie added, “We have the proof now that he is a killer. We just now found it and we are going to turn it all over to the FBI. They will lock him up and throw away the key.”

Paul shook his head, “You don’t understand about people like him. He is rich and evil. He has connections and a long, long reach. You didn’t have to wait long for him to reach out to you.” He smiled, “Isn’t it ironic that he called on me to do finish the job that his son originally hired me to do? Of course he has no idea.”

Debbie asked with a quivering voice, “You are here to kill me again??”

Laughing he shook his head, “No Debbie, I am just here to say hi and tell you to stop worrying. I’m afraid that your Father in law has met with a terrible bout of depression and killed himself.”

“There is no way that you could have gotten to him. The Feds are all over him.” Sean blurted.

Paul laughed, “I’m afraid that their efforts were even less effective than yours Sean Peter. I slipped in and slipped out last night. They should be wondering soon about him. The Feds are just too predictable. You were much more challenging.”

Sean asked, “What do you mean? You didn’t even get close! We got you when you came over the fence.”

He nodded, “This time… Debbie dear, would you go look in that drawer over there. In the one nearest on the right of the sinks; there is something there for Mr. Peter.”

Debbie went over to the drawer and opened it. She picked up an envelope and brought it to Sean. On it was “Sean Peter”. Sean opened it and inside was a Polaroid.

“Aw, fuck me! How the fuck????” He dropped the picture on the table. It was a picture of Big Daddy sitting at his desk dead. He had shot himself to all appearances.

“I personally wouldn’t hang onto that picture myself but it makes a very effective demonstration of my point I think.” He looked at Debbie, “I was VERY please when I stopped by last night to see that you have turned yourself around. What he did to you last night was play and not abuse.” He looked at me, “Man, she really tore your ass up earlier today didn’t she?” He laughed, “And SEAN, she is quite the little Woman! If I had the time I wouldn’t mind letting her do me like she did YOU!” Laughing he added, “While I was here last night I placed a little peeker in the bedroom. It’s in the wall beside the door so you don’t have to hunt for it.”

“How in the hell did you get in?”

“Now Sean, that would be reveling trade secrets wouldn’t it? I will tell you this. The same people with the CIA that sell you your special goodies also sell those and other things to people like me. I’m afraid that the ones you have are not as expensive as the things that they sold me to get me past them. I need to go now.” He stood up, “Debbie, I am truly glad that you have not returned to another asshole like your husband. I like to believe that I have done at least ONE decent thing in my life. I have to admit, I was shocked and then pleased when Redmond contacted me.” He chuckled, “He was a real slug. He wanted me to incapacitate Joshua and make him watch while I fucked you and cut your throat before killing him. I was to get a hundred thousand to kill the two of you or a half mil if I did it his way and captured it all on camera for him!”

Sean’s phone rang. He looked at it, “It’s the Feds.”

“That is my signal to scoot. Have a good life for me Debbie!” He turned and headed for the back door. As he got there he turned to Josh, “You need to spank her a little harder before you give her the enemas. She likes it a lot and as you do it, it isn’t a bad thing.” Then to Debbie, “Next time you whip him, enema him and ass fuck him think about me Dearie. If I had the time I would love to stay and play your games with you as MY Mama!” He slipped out the door and Sean answered the phone.

“Hey, He WHAT?? You’re shitting! When?... No fucking WAY! Ok I’ll let them know! Thanks I appreciate it.” He closed the phone. “that was the lead Agent. They just now found Big Daddy… Suicide. He even left a note apologizing for all the pain he has caused and confessing to EVERYTHING imaginable! There is also a will that was dated to before Steve’s death there that left it all to him and you so unless there is another someplace you are now the owner of this little hell hole town!”

I looked at her and laughed, “Hot damn I am hooked up to a rich bitch!”

She looked at me and Sean. “George, lock up when you leave. Come on little boys we have some celebrating to do…”

The End

02/04/11

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Josh Smither... Tall well built in good shape… ex-nerd/loser… now rich successful electrical Engineer.

Debbie Keller “Redmond” … cheerleader, homecoming queen… tall with long legs, long golden hair and a figure that just made my mouth water!

Steve Redmond… Debbie’s dead husband… Captain of the football team, bully, wife abuser probably criminal

“Big Daddy” Redmond… Debbie’s Father in law and in general a Boss Hogg sort of small town banker/crook

Jim Keller… Josh’s partner and business partner

Sean Peter… 39, 6’, 200lbs, black hair and brown eyes, Dark brown part Mexican part black, part Italian ex CIA, ex special forces, Special Investigator, Body Guard, Private Investigator.

Paul Patrick…40 years old, big, beat up looking, and the contract killer hired by Steve to kill Debbie then hired by Big Daddy to kill both Debbie and Josh

The End

02/04/11

Copyright… February 2011

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