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Chapter 19: Another Meeting
Paul, Dean, Brutus and Harry all sat around a round table at Paul's residence; all smoking cigars, drinking scotch and all with many cards in their hands. Even though it was a recreational night for the boys at Cold Mountain, it was also an emergency meeting in which Dean announced the night before. He was adamant that a meeting should be held, and Paul gave in to his cries.
"So," Paul started, taking a quick sip of his scotch. He licked his lips, "Dean, what's the emergency?"
Dean bore a confused face, "What emergency?"
Paul leaned forwards, reaching across the table for a card that was piled in the middle."You called for a spontaneous emergency meeting. It was called just out of the blue. You seemed very anxious over the phone."
Reminded of those recent events, Dean took a deep breath. He glanced across the table, and stared into Brutal's hard eyes before speaking.
"I was minding my own business in the park; just thinking about the water scare; you know, things like that. Afterwards, I crossed the street, and a car almost ran me over."
There was only silence in the air. Some only looked at Dean, confused.
Brutus broke the silence, "So?"
"Purposely," Dean quickly added, "I was crossing the street, and a car almost ran me over! But I knew that it was on purpose, because the car had stopped, and then, and then it reversed! I dodged the car at least 3 or 4 times, before the guy gave up and drove off into the distance."
Paul scoffed, "Does someone have a vendetta against you?"
Dean shrugged, "That's what I thought myself; but as the car drove past one last time, I noticed a familiar face. At first, I could not pinpoint the man...until last night."
"Oh?" Brutal said, intrigued. "Who was it?"
Dean sighed. He hated saying the name, "Freddie."
Paul eyes widened; they were as big as saucers. Harry's mouth was slightly gaped open, along with Brutus who was still slowly shuffling the cards within his big hands.
Paul asked with concern, "What happened last night?"
A chill ran down Dean's spine. "I was getting my daughter ready for bed, like I always do. She was looking for her doll at the moment. So she went out to the patio, because...that was where she had seen it last. Then I realized that she was, gone, for quite some time. So I, being the worried father that I usually am, went out to the patio to retrieve her; or at least check on her. But, when I got there, I looked up, and saw a man in the distance; at least 30 feet from my house. He was staring at Alexandra, and she too, was staring at him. That was when I knew that it was truly Freddie after my head, and after my family."
Paul asked, "What did you do?"
Dean answered, placing a hand on his chest, "I did what any other father protecting his family would do. I grabbed my shotgun, and scared that coward off." Dean took a swig of his drink before continuing, "I'm scared for my life, and for my family's lives. We have to stop this man, Paul. We've got to stop him before he hurts one of us. If we don't stop him anytime soon, he'll find us, and kill us; and even our loved ones if he wishes to do so, in order to entertain himself. It bothers me, I mean, how does he know where I live?"
Harry lowered his cigar, rolling his eyes. "Dean, it's not hard to find somebody's place, even if it is on a farm."
Dean turned to Brutal, his tone becoming more aggressive. "You remember what he did to Sandra."
Brutus stared at Dean with sad eyes. "I remember."
Dean directed his attention towards Harry. He pointed a finger, "Don't you want to protect Mary?"
Harry answered quickly, "Why would you say such a thing?"
"Answer the question!" exclaimed Dean.
"With my life," he said, answering without hesitation.
"I've proved my point," Dean said, waving his hands in the air, "So what are we doing just sitting here, huh? What are we doing? Just sitting here playing cards and waiting for the police to find and rid this man's ass for us?" He slammed his fist against the table. "They won't! They think he is out of the state right now! They won't find him, but we will!" Dean's lip quivered. "I don't want to talk anymore."
Brutus fixed his eyes around the table. Paul was a different shade of red. He then turned to Dean and answered the man calmly, his voice in a beautiful, soothing tone. "Dean, how will we find Freddie? He's a coward who hides amidst the shadows. He could be anywhere."
Paul's ears perked, "Guys, we may have to face the fact that we will not be able to find Freddie...but if he's truly after us like Dean said, and I envisioned, then he'll be sure to come to us!"
Brutus replied to Paul's comment, "So, what's the master plan?"
Paul sucked in air, "Boys, we might be working overtime for the next few days."
Chapter 20 is next...
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