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- Pinpoint Analysis - Part 20
Les meets with Cartwright and finds what he has always longed for.
From Part 20
Les is left with Cartwright to understand true salvation. Cartwright closes with an illustration. In Jesus' day, it was known as a parable.
"Look, Doctor. Suppose you received a speeding ticket." Les thought back to his drive to work. He had to suddenly jam on the brakes as he noticed a police car pulled to the side of the highway.
Cartwright continued. "The police officer gives you a choice. You can pay the ticket and be set free of the penalty or you can choose to disregard the ticket and be sentenced. Let's say you have good intentions. You just don't have the money to pay for the ticket. You go before the judge and plead your case. but justice must be served. You were wrong, and there is a price to pay. Not having the money, the judge sentences you to spend some time in the county jail. It's the only way justice can be served.
"From the back of the courtroom, a stranger stands up, and out of love and pity for you, says to the judge, 'I'll pay his fine. Set him free.' The Stranger, one you do not know offers to pay your penalty although he himself did nothing wrong. Yet you, who are wrong are set free. The penalty has been paid.
"Do you get it, Doctor? Jesus is the stranger. He paid the price of eternal life for you by dying in your place and rising victorious over the grave. All He asks is that you choose to follow Him. He is now your friend, your advocate, but it is a choice only you can make. Doctor, what will you choose?"
"I've never in my life heard a story as unbelievable as this, and yet I believe. I choose to take Jesus as my own. I choose to allow Him to fight this battle."
Cartwright looked at Les. A smile was forming on his lips and a tear was forming in his eye.
Les choked. "I'm ready for the storm."
A single ray of light slashed through a small opening in the curtain, focusing directly on Les's left eye. He knew his nap was over. The loss of physical strength landed Les in bed more often than not. He realized also that his mental capacity was diminishing, and he knew his attention span was falling short of where he expected it to be. He really didn't care for the person he was becoming.
He did, however, continue to grow in his new-found faith. That was the only thing that made sense to Deb. The rest of what Les shared was mostly that of confusion and pain - but his faith? That couldn't be denied, and Deb was quick to follow. It wasn't that neither of them needed a crutch, It was just that after examining all the claims of Christ, He was the only answer that made sense.
The phone rang. Les picked it up. "Hello, Daddy! It's Trista. I need you to come to me. I'm ready now. But there is only one way to get here. There's a blood moon on the 22nd. On that night you'll need to sail to the exact spot on the Atlantic that is directly underneath the coordinates I gave you when I heard your lost sailor speak out of the clouds.
"I can't come back with you, but I need to see you again. I miss you so much. Abaddon will be gone and I'll meet you at the entrance at exactly 10:22. Daddy, please. This may be the last chance I'll have to see you again. I have a feeling my number is going to come up quickly. Things are moving fast here."
"You can count on it, I'll be there. No problem. We're going to get you out of there."
"I doubt that very much, Daddy, but you need to do everything exactly as I've laid it out. Time, place, everything. It's the only way you can enter without being seen - and you can't be seen. If Abaddon hears about it, he'll have both of us."
"Don't worry. It will be just like you said."
Deb's suspicion was on the rise. "Les, who are you talking to?"
"It's Trista. Hold on, Honey. Mom wants to talk to you."
Deb grabbed the phone. "Hello, who is this?"
All she heard was a dial tone. She calmly handed Les the phone and retreated to the kitchen. She chose to weep in private.
There was a knock at the door. Les started for the door before he was shut down by Deb. "I'll get it, Honey."
The less Les was seen or heard, the better at this point. Deb opened the door. She just stared. Secretary Adams asked, "May we come in?"
"Secretary, Commander. We were not expecting you."
Les heard the familiar voice. "Mike, Lori. How are you? It's great to see you again. Hey, Mike, I think I figured out a way to get my daughter and your wife back."
Deb stood behind Les shaking her head, trying to get their attention.
"I'll be meeting with my daughter on the 22nd. Abaddon will be gone. I can sneak in."
A confused Adams and Colbo looked at each other. "Who is Abaddon? Sneak into where?"
Then they looked at Deb. "Could I speak to you both privately in the kitchen?"
Les was first in line. "Yes, let's go to the kitchen. We can talk there."
An irritated Deb shot a hard glance at Les. "No, you go sit down. I haven't seen these folks for quite a while. Just give a minute to catch up and then you'll have your turn. Okay, Honey." A reluctant Les headed for the couch.
Adams and Colbo sat quietly at the kitchen table while Deb whispered the details. Colbo answered, "We know this. That is why we're here. We feel responsible and we want to help in any we can."
"Commander, may I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Mrs. Griffin."
"Are you really here to help or are you here to try to get information?"
Colbo let the insult pass. "We're here to help."
"Okay then. The Navy has wonderful physicians. Could you get Les an appointment with one that has knowledge of his diagnosis? If you really mean to help, that surely would."
Adams spoke up. "It's done, Mrs. Griffin. He will be seen within the next week. May we speak to him now?"
Les, who had been listening to the private conversation quickly returned to the couch.
Adams sat down beside him. Les was quick to start the conversation. "So, do you think I'm crazy, too?"
"Les, your brain has been greatly affected by the many electromagnetic fields you've been subjected to. We're here to help. The Navy has a wonderful neurologist who can help you with this. Then the investigation can continue."
"Can continue? It never ended for me. The investigation is ongoing and will contin ... Wait a minute! Continue? As in the Navy pays all expenses? As in the Navy supplies whatever is needed whenever it's needed?"
"That's it, Les. Is it a deal?"
A stunned Deb tried to hide her surprise. She thought she made it clear that Les was not able to continue the investigation. Colbo was quick to notice Deb's suppressed reaction. "Don't worry, Mrs. Griffin. It's all good. Trust us/" Deb choked.
Les was flying high He immediately ran off to the bedroom to call Hoss. He didn't want to bother Deb with the details.
"Hey, Hoss ol' buddy. How are you doing?" So much for small talk. Les continued without taking a breath. Look, I need you to get the helicopter for the 22nd. I need to be at air-zero at 10:22. Any problem with that?"
A heavy weight rested on Hoss's voice. "Yeah, there is a problem." Les wasn't ready for what he was about to hear. "I've been let go by WSVN, as in fired. I didn't have permission to take you up before in the copter. I lied. I wanted to see the investigation continue. I was hoping to break the story, and work into becoming a reporter. After the last time I took you up, they let me go. They have it all on CCTV.
"Hoss, you have to take me up. This may be the only chance I have to get my daughter back. You have to take me up."
"I wish I could, but I can't. I just can't There's nothing I can do."
A frustrated Les tried again. Hoss, look, I'll pay you twice what I did before. My daughter's life is in the balance. Please. You have to take me up."
"No. No, I don't. I can't and I won't."
With that the phone went dead.
- Pinpoint Analysis - Part 22
A fishing trip is just what Les needed. But what was he fishing for?
© 2019 William Kovacic
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on February 12, 2019:
The answers are just around the corner, Lawrence. Glad you were able to stop by, my friend!
Lawrence Hebb from Hamilton, New Zealand on February 11, 2019:
Great way of building the suspense, how is Les going to get back where he needs to be, and is Hoss going to be with him?
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on January 15, 2019:
Hi, Lori. I usually don't write from an outline. The story has changed a dozen times since I started. I'm kind of wondering how it's going to turn out, too. I guess we'll see. Thanks for the visit!
Lori Colbo from Pacific Northwest on January 14, 2019:
My heart is broken for Les. Your writing in this story has shown so much depth, especially in tapping into emotional struggles. I felt for Deb also. I can't wait to see how this all pans out.
Well done, my friend.