Ms. Williamson has been captivating the hearts of readers for decades. Her heroes are strong and daring while the antagonists, diabolical!
Marty rises early the next morning and slips on his shoes, which he has left beside the sofa. Drowsily he walks into the kitchen where he prepares a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. French roasted coffee completes the meal. Before Marty can wake Linda, she is drawn to the kitchen by the aroma.
"Morning chef," Linda says stretching as she negotiates a chair.
“Good morning yourself - there is plenty of bacon but don't be a pig about it." This is Marty’s feeble attempt at defusing unpleasant news.
"You’re fixing breakfast? What’s really going on Marty?" Linda admires the inviting meal then waits for an answer.
"Alright Linda, I'll tell you straight," Marty confess.
"Please do." Marty has Linda's full attention.
"Your father informed me late last night that things have progressed from hot to hotter."
"How so, Marty?" Linda shuffles in her seat.
"Since the Boss didn't hear from Clinton Albright he expects the worse. Both you and your father are now in mortal danger. So your father wants you moved somewhere safer." Marty tells Linda waiting for her response.
"So where are we going now, Antarctica?" she retorts flippantly.
"That was my question. No, we are joining your folks on Morgan Island. He and your mother should already be on their way to the chalet to make things more comfortable," Marty says.
"I can't understand why we didn't go there in the first place? Perfect isolation and the vintage point is conducive to spotting anyone’s approach. “Linda adds.
“Not to mention that it’s big enough to hold two armies and a Big Mac!” Marty acknowledges facetiously.
Marty starts to laugh but Linda's frown exposes her concerns regarding her parents’ staff.
"What about..." she starts to ask, but Marty interrupts.
"It’s already been taken care of! Your parents’ staff is leaving also; they will join us on the island. Satisfied?" he beams.
"Alright, so when do we leave?" she probes.
"As soon as you get packed," Marty says seriously. "We have a private jet waiting! I'm going outside."
"So, don’t you need to pack as well?" Linda inquires.
"Baby, are you kidding? I never unpacked!" Marty laughs. "Now hop to it!"
While Linda loads the dishwasher and packs her bag; Marty inspects the perimeter of the cabin one last time. He insures that no one else is lurking around by traversing the cliffs for signs. When convinced, he meets Linda at the front door, placing her bag in the car. When everything seems secure; they hurry to the private landing where a jet awaits.
"Afternoon Sir, Miss," the flight attendant greets them. "You are the only ones on this flight, correct?" Linda looks for Marty to affirm.
"Yes Ma'am!" Marty responds. "So, can we get going?"
"I'll inform the pilot that you are both here and ready for take-off," she agrees.
Marty says to Linda, "Relax Princess. Everyone should be safe now, alright?"
Linda acknowledges and begins to fasten her seat-belt. She wonders still how her parents are... and if they are safe!
Setting Things Right
Frank leans back in his seat on his 2nd private jet. The departure has been so secretive until the left hand doesn’t know what the right is up to. His wife is still surprised with the revelation her husband has relayed ... but takes it all in stride.
Their home is going to be the nesting place for several undercover agents who are loyal beyond suspicion. None of them ever trusted Thomas Smith; so it is easy to allow him to overhear false information regarding Frank Morgan. Smith is led to believe he is under safe watch at his estate. Smith indeed relays this to The Boss which means he will send a few of his best boys for a surprise visit.
The agents set up things to look like normal around the estate. The final arrangements are in place with the Morgans and their staff well protected from the massacre that will transpire once The Boss’s men make their entrance. And their visit comes right on cue!
As it unfolds, one of the agents dressed in butler’s attire hears a noise near the back fence. Normally, the fence is equipped with an electric charge but Inspector Riley wants to insure that this turkey shoot is opened to the general public meaning The Boss’s men!
A noise sounding like metal being cut puts butler Burgess on alert. He touches his hand to his hostler speaking calmly to himself.
“Easy old girl, you are about to see some live action in just about a minute.” Burgess says and with that he travels swiftly to the main-house alerting the others that the drama is about to unfold.
With quiet surety, seven of The Boss’s hoods make their way through the fence. They are led by none other than Momma Louisa Paccio’s favorite boy Riccardo! He wants the distinct pleasure of putting Frank Morgan to bed permanently. Little does Riccardo know that he will be the one snoozing in Hell!
With a loud crash, Riccardo and his hoods break through the sliding glass doors to meet an unexpected hail of bullets. They never stand a chance. The agents open fire on them with so much ammo that their bodies are riveted by gunshots. Riccardo has several in the chest ... both arms and one in the leg. He lays there on the floor in a puddle of blood with a look of surprise on his face. One hood... Luther (who would have been number 9) has held back because he is having trouble with his weapon. After hearing the noise and seeing the human carnage, he hides in a bush motionless until it is safe to emerge. He makes it to Louie in time to give him the information. The Boss is not pleased.
“Dammit, Thomas Smith led them right into a trap! Well Luther, someone will be saying goodnight to a cop that would be king!” The Boss pronounces sentence on Officer Smith.
Smith is never seen again, and Momma Louisa is a much subdued woman. Linda can produce her story and with the help of both Victor and Jacques Paccio, Louisa Paccio's racketeering days are over. Luther turns state’s witness and later disappears to parts unknown.
“Thanks to you, Miss Pulitzer Prize—we have been able to close the pages on one of the most notorious families in history.” Inspector Riley smiles happily. “So what now …”
“A return to dad’s island and another one of cook’s chocolate chips cookies!” Linda exclaims, and everyone laughs.
© 2018 Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS