Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Why the fuck did we not ever think he would go by Justin’s name? I mean the fucker had plastic surgery so he could look like Justin. Why would we not have made that connection as well?” Max asked the room.
I had the same thought myself. Honestly, I wouldn’t have thought he would be stupid enough to go by Justin’s name. It blew my mind when I found out that he had plastic surgery to look like Justin, but never would I have thought that he would use his name too.
“I actually ran Justin’s name through the system, but he wasn’t using it as of two weeks ago.” Jack said. “I run his old name and Justin’s every two weeks just to be sure.”
“Why would he just now use that name?” James asked.
“He is planning something.” I said to him.
“What?” he asked.
“I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter anymore. We need to get surveillance on his place. We need to know if he is staying there, and then we need to move in if he is.” I said to the room at large.
We discussed the plan until we ironed it out. All possible holes in our planning were discussed, and then ironed out. With any luck this would be taken care of and wrapped up in the next week. My kids could be brought into this world safe, without a sick fuck trying to take them or their mother from me.
This meeting had a different air to it. Today we knew where he was, we were only waiting until Tuesday to roll around before we went in.
“You got who?” I asked Jack.
“Malcolm. I found what he was hiding.” Jack said.
“What is that?”
“Apparently more happened that day he raped that girl. She got pregnant. She also moved to the US courtesy of the United States Army. And just take a wild guess about where in the country she is at. That’s right, right here in East Texas.” Jack said morosely.
“Put a watch on her, let Peterson know. Maybe they can provide her protection. In the meantime the same plan is still set. I’ll go to the warehouse instead of the rookie, and y’all will be on standby in case someone else shows up.” I said to the room at large.
“I don’t like this.” Max said.
“You don’t have to like it.” I said back to him. “This needs to be over with. I want the girls’ to come into this world safe. They will never be safe if he is still out there.” I said.
“Yea, but you don’t have to put your own ass on the line.”
“This is not up for discussion. Let me know when everything is in place.” I said, and then headed out into the garage and started working on an older Harley that was salvaged from the scrap yard by an eighteen year old.
I worked all the way up to lunch, and then headed back to the house. This is when I found them painting the circus room.
“What the hell is this supposed to be?” I asked.
“Dr. Seuss. Thing One and Thing Two.” Cheyenne said in a duh way.
I guess I could see it now. It still was a lot of red and white though. It reminded me of a circus tent.
“We still going to get the tree today?” I asked Cheyenne.
“Yes!” she said excitedly. “I just have to wash all this paint off my arms and hands.”
She was jumping up and down now, and I was getting a little worried. How she could still jump up and down I didn’t know. She was all stomach. It was surprising that she didn’t topple over since she was so front heavy. She stopped hopping to go to the paint and pour it back in the bucket. She tossed the used paintbrushes into a Ziplock, and was out of the room before Ember and I could say another word.
Ember looked over at me and we both rolled our eyes.
“Sometimes I worry that she is going to fall over and not be able to get back up again.” Ember said quietly.
I burst out laughing, nodding my head in agreement. I did worry about her size. She was not a big woman to begin with, and adding two babies that were looking on the large side didn’t help. My mom liked to tell Cheyenne that I came out ten pounds. She doesn’t seem to think that it is a big deal, and normally it wouldn’t be but when you are carrying two that could possibly get as big as ten pounds it was a little scary. Cheyenne was always quiet when she thought about the fact that she was having two babies that had the potential to be big. I knew she was worried, but there wasn’t much I could do about it other than worry myself.
“Ember, Ember. Tsk Tsk. You know better than to say something about her weight. I seem to remember a couple of weeks ago when you were visiting, and I came in to find you and Cheyenne in a catfight on the floor. What was that about again?” I asked her.
“That was because she told me I was looking like an orca. I was wearing black yoga pants and a white camisole that didn’t go over my belly all the way. She pointed out that usually Orca’s didn’t have belly button rings.” Cheyenne came back in, wrapping her arms around be from behind. Her big belly pressed into my lower back, and I could feel the babies moving around against me. They didn’t like having pressure on them, and rebelled when they felt it.
“It was just a joke!” Ember laughed. “It wasn’t supposed to set you off!”
It was actually quite funny to see. We heard Cheyenne and Ember yelling, so we gave it a little while to see if it would stop, since it was normal for the two of them to get into screaming matches. However this time it had just continued to escalate, and I broke off from the guys and opened the front door to peek inside, of course the guys were right behind me. I could see them both on the ground, and Gabe, Jack, and I had started laughing until tears formed in our eyes. Ember was getting her ass kicked, but it wasn’t like she could fight back against a pregnant woman. Cheyenne was sitting on top of Ember, her big stomach practically pinning her to the ground. She kept yelling for Ember to “Take it back” and we never fully got the story until we were able to separate them.