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Back at the Cabin

After the excitement is finally over, Linda stretches out in front of the TV watching a hilarious video of the hit British comedy Art You Being Served? Marty perches himself in the loft and has a great view not only of the screen but of Linda as well.

"What am I going to do with that woman?" He thinks to himself smiling. Had it not been for Linda's astute observation both he and Mr. Paccio would have had a date with Destiny. Martino is still wondering exactly where Paccio's roost is, but this is something that he will contemplate another day. At the present, his focus is on keeping his favorite girl alive.

"My favorite girl ..."He thinks again as he watches Linda fighting like a two-year-old to stay awake. However, it looks as if the Sand Man is winning the battle. With quiet surety he emerges from his perch long enough to see Linda surrender to a good night's sleep.

"I'll just tuck her in." He says and with arms familiar with shifting weigh he lifts Linda and carries her to the second bedroom. After securing the premises he decides that 40 winks aren’t such a bad idea.

Things may soon become interesting at the mansion.

Things may soon become interesting at the mansion.

Later That Night at Morgan Manor

Frank Morgan is sipping on his favorite beverage before bedtime when he receives a telephone call. He recognizes the voice immediately.

“Hey ...” Frank whispers, “you are taking a big chance calling me, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” The voice says on the other end, “Just wanted to let you know I observed some activity around your cabin. I discovered Martino Mangini up there.”

“Yep, along with my daughter ... did you hear about the ruckus at the 43rd?” Frank states softly eagerly accepting a refill from his capable Assistant turned ‘Right Arm’ Bridget. It’s been a long day.

“Yeah, I heard about it ... lost some really good men that day. Whatever your little girl has I hope she realizes that it’s hotter than jalapeño.”

“That’s why we decided to place her in protective custody for a few days.” Frank chuckles thinking about his rambunctious daughter.

“You need to be careful yourself, old friend.” The voice sounds sad.

“Is there something in the wind?” Frank shifts positions in his chair.

“Yeah ... something in the wind alright ... Frank you know that I appreciate everything you’ve done for me?” The voice still sounds very sad.

“You would have done the same for me.” Frank states matter-of-fact.

“You know I would. Therefore, I risked the phone call. Clinton Albright just tried to kill Marty and me.” The voice says.

“That dirty son-of-a-bitch!” Frank snarls.

“And he would have succeeded if it hadn’t been for that sharp-shooting daughter of yours.” The voice chuckles softly.

“That’s my Linda.” Frank proclaims proudly.

Nothing worst than a good cop gone bad!

Nothing worst than a good cop gone bad!

“My source tells me that Ricardo’s badgering Officer Thomas Smith regarding doing what he’s paid to do. It seems that Smith has been on the payroll since my timely departure. You need to make a move yourself my friend. You are next in line.” The voice makes his point very clear.

“Tom used to be a good cop, what happened?” Frank replies still reeling in disbelieve that a fellow cop and former friend would be gunning for him.

“My source says that at first it was strictly for the money, but let’s face it; good guys do finish last. Look at Bob Dewberry, Carl Sawyer and Bert Springfield.” The voice tells Frank in a matter-of-fact tone.

“So that justifies killing me and my daughter?” Frank says incredulously.

“Hell no, Frank … I’m saying that I hear Smith doesn't have a choice anymore. His involvement runs much too deep. The various payoffs he’s taken; the lives that have been lost on both sides, hell chances are he won’t get out of this alive anyway.” The voice replies trying not to defend a good cop gone bad.

“I hope to hell he doesn't!” Frank says reflecting on the night that took both his legs. That was the results of a 'good cop gone bad.'

“I don’t blame you, Frank. Your daughter is smart otherwise she would have never made it this far. After all, she is Frank Morgan’s kid.” Both men laugh at that last remark.

“How is it that you know so much about what’s going on? You not getting careless, are you?” Frank asks already knowing the answer to this one.

“You know the answer to both questions and I'll say no more. Remember the unspoken law: if you can’t get the daughter ... so please stop talking and start moving ... Morgan Island should be the ideal refuge. Take that loyal staff of yours as well. Good help is hard to find, you know.” The voice has returned to a more upbeat tone.

“Don’t I know it, and thanks friend.” Frank replies.

“Don’t mention it.” The phone goes dead.

"Leaving on a jet plane ... don't know when I'll be back again!"

"Leaving on a jet plane ... don't know when I'll be back again!"

Time to Make A Move

Frank turns to his Assistant. “Wake my wife and tell her to pack a few things; we’re going on a little trip in the morning.”

With a knowing nod Bridget disappears down the corridor.

Frank knows he doesn't have much time, so he heads for his emergency phone. Reporting Thomas Smith to the authorities will only get him killed sooner and could jeopardize all chances of The Boss being exposed. As much as Frank would like to eliminate Smith himself; his main concerns are the safety of his family and trusted staff. Besides once the trap has been sprung - Smith is as good as dead anyway.

Marty puts his cell phone on vibrate so Linda can have an undisturbed rest. When it starts to rattle on the night stand, he immediately picks it up and slowly climbs down the loft stairs heading for the living room.

“What’s up Frank?” Marty says half asleep.

“Officer Thomas Smith has been contracted to kill Linda and me.” Frank says in a voice only made calm by the mixture given him by Bridget.

“What … son of a b...” Marty says but is interrupted by Frank.

“I feel the same way. You've got to get her to the one place they wouldn't dare look for her.” Frank replies.

“And where would that be Frank, Antarctica?” Marty replies.

“No, Marty I mean Morgan Island in the South Pacific!” Frank says.

“You’re right! It's an impregnable fortress. It has high cliffs and the only way to reach it is by helicopter or special jet.” Marty states with a satisfactory smile.

"Right, now get out of there!" Frank commands hanging up the phone.

Marty contemplates how he will break the news to Linda. She's tough when it comes to her neck, but her family is a different matter. He knows the direct approach is the best - however it's easier accepted on a full stomach.

To Be Continued …

A Crime Story Conclusion

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