CHAPTER 12
Aside from meals and the occasion to stretch, Duncan, Richie and Barkley had only stopped once for an 8 hour break from the road during their 3 day cross country trip. Both men knew that it was important to be there to support Methos as soon as they could. It was only a little after 2am on Sunday morning when they found themselves crossing from Missouri into Western Kentucky. "Only about 2 hours to go" Richie said, passing the map to Duncan as the older immortal returned to the car with two large coffees.
"Want me to take the last leg?" Duncan offered, but Richie had only been driving for a few hours and he felt fine. Besides, he knew Methos would want to discuss all of this with Mac as soon as he could, so if either of them was going to get some rest . it should be him.
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Meanwhile, at The Barn, the band was about to start their last set of the night when Garrett noticed Varney and his wife going over what appeared to be a large diagram of the large club.
"Is that the New Year's Eve set up?" he asked, pointing at the extra tables.
"That's it. We're going to be packed. Hope the fire marshal starts drinking early so he won't be tempted to shut us down." Varney laughed.
"Mind if I take a look?" Garrett asked, and Varney slid the diagram around so he could see.
"It looks like the Harris's are coming out here after the wedding." He commented.
"Yeah, they've got the entire south end of the club. 6 tables of ten. They are going to drop over place cards for the tables in the morning that I will need to match to the seating chart." Varney's wife replied.
"I don't recognize some of these names." Garrett said, trying to commit to memory the 5 names sitting at the table in the center of the rest with Leandra, Adam, her father, Chris and Gary.
"I think they are friends of the groom. Heard them mention picking people up at the airport or something." She told him.
The band was taking their place, so Garrett grabbed a napkin and scribbled the names before shoving it into his pocket. He would call his teacher as soon as the set was done, knowing he would want to know as soon as possible.
He borrowed the phone in the club office to make the call the minute they walked off stage.
"This better be good." His teacher's voice sounded a bit groggy and Garrett could swear he heard a woman giggling in the background.
"You said to call if I had any news." Garrett told him. "I thought maybe the names of Pierson's friends who will be coming into town for the wedding might be news."
"Might be." The man replied.
"There is a Claudia Jardine, a Joe Dawson, Richie Ryan, someone named Amanda . I can't remember the last name, and a Duncan MacLeod." He rattled off the names.
Garrett heard a large thud and the sound of a woman yelling out in protest. What he didn't know was that his teacher had jumped to his feet so quickly at the sound of the last name that he'd dumped her out of the bed and onto the floor.
"Did you say MacLeod? Duncan MacLeod?"
"Yes . do you know him?"
There was a long silence before the man spoke again. "Do you know when he's arriving?"
Garrett did not.
"Find out and let me know." He replied. "And remember, you do nothing unless I say so."
Rick Shafer ordered the woman out of his hotel room, tossing her clothes and shoes behind her. He had to think and he could tolerate no distraction. The image of the last time he'd heard the name Duncan MacLeod ran through his brain, ripping the top off of a wound he thought had long since healed or at least had been forgotten. The chill of Munich in the dead of winter spread through his limbs as if it were only yesterday . but it had been almost sixty years, fifty-nine to be exact.
When Garrett hung up the phone he was certain that the information he'd just given his teacher had been valuable. What he couldn't tell was if this had been good news or bad. The tone of voice on the other end had been surprised, but did not betray emotion. He didn't really care either way as long as it didn't keep him from acting on what he knew he must eventually do. Leandra's family might be incapable of swaying her or removing Adam Pierson from the picture, but he was convinced he could . and he would. If anyone would be raising the child of a man he loved like a brother, it would be him.
Aside from meals and the occasion to stretch, Duncan, Richie and Barkley had only stopped once for an 8 hour break from the road during their 3 day cross country trip. Both men knew that it was important to be there to support Methos as soon as they could. It was only a little after 2am on Sunday morning when they found themselves crossing from Missouri into Western Kentucky. "Only about 2 hours to go" Richie said, passing the map to Duncan as the older immortal returned to the car with two large coffees.
"Want me to take the last leg?" Duncan offered, but Richie had only been driving for a few hours and he felt fine. Besides, he knew Methos would want to discuss all of this with Mac as soon as he could, so if either of them was going to get some rest . it should be him.
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Meanwhile, at The Barn, the band was about to start their last set of the night when Garrett noticed Varney and his wife going over what appeared to be a large diagram of the large club.
"Is that the New Year's Eve set up?" he asked, pointing at the extra tables.
"That's it. We're going to be packed. Hope the fire marshal starts drinking early so he won't be tempted to shut us down." Varney laughed.
"Mind if I take a look?" Garrett asked, and Varney slid the diagram around so he could see.
"It looks like the Harris's are coming out here after the wedding." He commented.
"Yeah, they've got the entire south end of the club. 6 tables of ten. They are going to drop over place cards for the tables in the morning that I will need to match to the seating chart." Varney's wife replied.
"I don't recognize some of these names." Garrett said, trying to commit to memory the 5 names sitting at the table in the center of the rest with Leandra, Adam, her father, Chris and Gary.
"I think they are friends of the groom. Heard them mention picking people up at the airport or something." She told him.
The band was taking their place, so Garrett grabbed a napkin and scribbled the names before shoving it into his pocket. He would call his teacher as soon as the set was done, knowing he would want to know as soon as possible.
He borrowed the phone in the club office to make the call the minute they walked off stage.
"This better be good." His teacher's voice sounded a bit groggy and Garrett could swear he heard a woman giggling in the background.
"You said to call if I had any news." Garrett told him. "I thought maybe the names of Pierson's friends who will be coming into town for the wedding might be news."
"Might be." The man replied.
"There is a Claudia Jardine, a Joe Dawson, Richie Ryan, someone named Amanda . I can't remember the last name, and a Duncan MacLeod." He rattled off the names.
Garrett heard a large thud and the sound of a woman yelling out in protest. What he didn't know was that his teacher had jumped to his feet so quickly at the sound of the last name that he'd dumped her out of the bed and onto the floor.
"Did you say MacLeod? Duncan MacLeod?"
"Yes . do you know him?"
There was a long silence before the man spoke again. "Do you know when he's arriving?"
Garrett did not.
"Find out and let me know." He replied. "And remember, you do nothing unless I say so."
Rick Shafer ordered the woman out of his hotel room, tossing her clothes and shoes behind her. He had to think and he could tolerate no distraction. The image of the last time he'd heard the name Duncan MacLeod ran through his brain, ripping the top off of a wound he thought had long since healed or at least had been forgotten. The chill of Munich in the dead of winter spread through his limbs as if it were only yesterday . but it had been almost sixty years, fifty-nine to be exact.
When Garrett hung up the phone he was certain that the information he'd just given his teacher had been valuable. What he couldn't tell was if this had been good news or bad. The tone of voice on the other end had been surprised, but did not betray emotion. He didn't really care either way as long as it didn't keep him from acting on what he knew he must eventually do. Leandra's family might be incapable of swaying her or removing Adam Pierson from the picture, but he was convinced he could . and he would. If anyone would be raising the child of a man he loved like a brother, it would be him.