PREVIOUSLY: After making a few alterations to his appearance—Gates Read made his way to Bill Carlson’s place.
He parked in front and paused a bit before knocking. He knew just how ruthless Carlson/Carstairs could be—and wondered if he went inside—would he come out alive?
He parked in front and paused a bit before knocking.
Still—Carlson was his only option. Continue reading
Previously: “It pains me to no end that you’ve been granted immunity, gentlemen, for your testimony. You should all be facing some serious prison. You may leave—but do NOT return.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
The judge was silent for some time—on purpose.
A full ten minutes passed before he continued…
“Reverend Wilbur, you are free to go—but, I warn you NOT to re-form your so-called ‘Militia.’ If you do—you will feel my wrath. Understood?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Your Honor, my client’s name has been legally changed to Gates Read.”
“Thank you, counsellor,” the judge replied, “Reverend Read, you are free to go.” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: He returned to Moosehead Real Estate and made a cash offer—not full price, of course.
A day later the attorney handling the estate of the previous owner accepted the offer.
“Now,” he thought, “I can begin to assemble my new staff.”
He sent out the word that he was hiring to a source he trusted, and she, in turn, contacted six very-accomplished individuals whose résumés were impeccable.
Episode 5—Scene 3… Jerkovich Photography… Donna Wilson was working her first solo shift. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: “This isn’t exactly what I was looking for.”
“Wal, Mister Carlson,” Farkleberry replied, “This-here Focus RS is th’ only car I have ready for sale—I got’r fer wholesale from Smith Ford down to Duluth. They’d bin closed by court-order fer rippin’-off customers. I’ll sell it fer wat I got into it.”
“It might be a cop-magnet.”
“Around these parts, it ain’t what you drive—it’s how you drive what gits the interest of our law-enforcement folks.” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: William Carstairs smiled when his men returned, “I have one more job for you before I fire you.”
“Yup—but with my recommendation for each one of you with a friend of mine in Chicago. I must start over with people unknown in this area. I think you’ll appreciate the financial bonus you’ll receive if you are successful in your next assignment.”
“What’s our assignment?” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: At a cottage on Whispering Cove… Donna Wilson, now the newest resident of Moosehead County, had just taken possession of the little cottage on the cove, located just outside the Village of Danger Bay.
It was the first cottage she’d ever owned. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: What Andy and his crew could NOT know, was that US District Court judge Miles Lord had ordered Rupert Festus Wilbur, Jr. be immediately taken to Saint Paul to be arraigned on federal charges due to his having crossed into Canada and allegedly committing crimes there.
The marshal’s van passed right by where Andy and crew were hidden. Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: She was pacing the floor and listening to the local news—she’d been doing a lot of pacing and listening for the past several days:
“Leading the news this hour on DALE-FM 106.9—Man found
dead after gunshots were heard by a neighbor—the victim has
been identified as Reverend Gates Read. He died of a single
shot to the head—the sheriff’s department is investigating—
DALE-FM will update this story as we get new information—
In other news…”
Janine Wilbur smiled.
She was startled by a knock on her door, “Who is it?”
“Your husband is dead—we’re here to collect the balance of our fee.”
She looked through the peephole and saw two men dressed as gangsters out of a cheesy old movie, “C’mon lady—open the door. We really don’t want this to get ugly.” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: Allen “Big A” Simpson walked-in—dressed as a gangster for a bad B-movie, followed closely by a similarly dressed AJ.
“Halloween isn’t for a few months yet!” Boomer laughed, “And I’m fresh out of candy.”
“We know,” Big A replied, “Remember back in the day when I was a bad guy? Well, yesterday I received a call from an old associate—he wanted me to find a ‘mechanic’ to do a job—read ‘mechanic’ as hit man. We just wanted to have a little fun with it.”
“How does that involve my son?” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY: “Because it wasn’t me who sold you out,” Wilbur replied, “It was my husband. I don’t know where—but he is somewhere in Danger Bay. I want him dead.”
“I don’t have that much,” she replied, “But I do control our franchises. With my husband out-of-the-way, I can take-on a partner. If you were that partner, you stand to make a whole lot more money.”
Carstairs mulled the offer for several minutes, “I’ll farm-out the job to put some distance away from the killing.” Continue reading