Previously: Meanwhile—Boomer & Daisy arrived… “Ah, Daisy,” Boomer commented as they arrived at home, “Shad Farkleberry brought the boat, as promised. I wonder if Linda is up yet…”
In fact, Linda was up and heard them pull up. She came outside—ready to head for Silverthorn’s Café, and before she said a word—she saw the boat moored at the dock.
Adventure 5—Gangsters—Juco—Episode 3… Boomer & Linda arrived at Silverthorn’s Café just as Hiram Silverthorn was relating a strange visit he had, “They asked if I’d be interested in installing an on-line gambling terminal.”
“What did you tell them?” Chris asked.
“That I wasn’t interested.”
“Did they accept that?”
“They seemed to—they thanked me and offered me a sample of ‘Grandma Minicucci’s Italian Chocolate,’ it was quite tasty.”
“I assume they left, then?”
“No—they browsed a bit, and ended-up purchasing one of our historic Ojibwe blankets.”
You would think Chris was interested in becoming a detective, GENTLE READER, when she asked, “Is there anything else?”
“Come to think of it—they asked how I was feeling, and mentioned a bug that’s been going around in rural areas.”
“Interesting. Dr. McLean has been investigating what he thinks is a virus going around in rural Moosehead County.”
Meanwhile—Somewhere in Forest County… Joco transported McOsker and company to a log cabin, a cabin nearly invisible from Forest County Road 62, “How did you do that?”
“Never mind how—you could not possibly understand. This is your new base of operations.”
“There’s no furniture, no guns, no nothing.”
“Patience, McOsker, they’ll arrive this afternoon—I’m good, but I can’t be in more than one place/time at a time.”
“How are we going to ‘operate’ as you call it, without cars?”
“You have cars.”
“No we don’t.”
They did—they had cars: L-to-R a 1934 Ford Model A 4 door sedan, a 1930 Rolls-Royce (front) a 1934 Hupmobile Aero Dynamic, and 1930 Model A Ford Station Wagon (back).
The Hupmobile was immediately chosen by Liam McOsker, who liked to drive himself around, The Rolls (of COURSE) was Boss McOsker’s—there was no question—other than who would be his driver, and the two Model A Fords went to the remaining gangsters.
Meanwhile—at Silverthorn’s Café…
Hiram Silverthorn fell to the floor—silently, without warning…
To be continued…