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Bubba and Snowey ...
Frank escorts Collins to his car. As they leave, Peggy looks thoughtfully at her daughter.
“You really do need to be careful, Linn,” she says. “I almost lost your father! I don’t want to lose you.”
“Calm down, Mom,” Linda says. “Dad’s arranged for me to leave town with a bodyguard. I’ll be alright. I have almost all of the information I need right now to expose these vermin for what they really are. Once I turn this information over to the DA; they can hire all the Perry Masons they wish, it won’t matter.”
Linda saunters over to her mother and gives her a hug; then moves toward the back to visit the kennels.
“You just watch Dad and get him to arrange for some more protection here for you two. Because with me gone, they will want to entice me to return. They know I would come back to help you two!” Linda states. “Now, I’m going to go see about my other bodyguards,” she laughs and walks out the back door
The private kennel is a completely fenced compound where the Morgans give their “friends” the run of the place. There is an aluminum bunker equipped with various “puppy treats and favors” as well as the training facilities. Behind the buildings lay a grassy area for running and “eliminating.”
“Hello ... guess who?” Linda says softly.
It is Bubba who comes first racing forward at the sound of Linda’s voice. For a Doberman he is large and very impressive looking. He has teeth that can rip an adversary’s throat before that poor unfortunate soul knew what hit him. Snowey, a striking snow-white Alaskan husky is not far behind. She possesses beautiful blue eyes and among family and friends has a very gentle disposition. However, like Bubba she will devour an approaching menace quickly with her razor sharp teeth.
“Bubba ... Snowey, I’ve missed you guys. I’m sorry that I’ve been busy lately but it looks like we are going to be spending a lot of time together.” Linda speaks pensively.
The dogs act as if they have just discovered their long lost friend. Each is prancing about Linda and brushing her leg. Bubba put his head near Linda’s hand and gives it a friendly lick while Snowey stands up on two paws as if asking “shall we dance.” For brief moments Linda forget all about the near-death experiences and enjoys the company of her favorite animals.
“Dogs have good instincts. They can smell fear and they know when to charge. They also know when it is prudent to back out.” A mental voice reminds her. “Like Riley said this is not the Middle East. But they don’t play fair there either. Strapping themselves with bombs and walking into a crowded mall is not exactly a walk down Sesame Street.” Linda chuckles.
As Linda heads back toward the house she thinks she sees a glimmer of light in the distance. It is so far away that it could have been like a shooting star, but it is ground-level and not in the sky. She gives an involuntary shutter and walks with both dogs close behind.
“I must not let this get to me.” Linda admonishes herself silently. “I am about to blow the lid not only on the Paccio Family but maybe on the entire Sicilian Operation. And if anyone got wind that Jacques Paccio was feeding me information ... he may just come up missing like his father did. Mama Paccio was the real brains behind the operations but Papa Paccio had the connections. I wonder if dad knows his whereabouts. Once upon a time they were close ... damn those Paccios! Turn on their own kind in a heartbeat.” Once again Linda notices a flicker of light way in the distance.
“Thank goodness for the electrified fencing out there.” Linda says out loud and goes into the house.
Linda returns to the sitting room to see her father again in his favorite recliner nodding off.
“Why don’t you go to bed, dad?” Linda asks.
To Be Continued …
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