FRIDAY: Kids. …
Walking toward the house; reflecting. …, I think back to the phone call I received two hours ago from Jimmy. Jimmy is my nephew. It seems Jimmy is at a party which has gone wild. Jimmy told me that there were a couple of girls there, one of whom had been at Jessica’ wedding; who were hiding. He mentioned three black dudes who were terrorizing the party and he was; ‘afraid for his ass’; as he worded it.
I gave Willie a call as Sally is still in China. I told Willie I’d pick him up with the ‘Chopper’. I have a “Heli” pad fenced off at one end of my office building. We have a new helicopter pilot; ex- Canadian military, best pilot we’ve ever employed. It would take me one half hour to reach my office.
Willie is 20 clicks in the wrong direction so he’s driving to meet me at a ranch Gino owns nearer the city. Willie’ niece Dawn is at this party; which is why I called Willie. I surely hope Dawn is ok or people will be hurt. Jimmy had said that a woman was hurt and bleeding.
I sent my Limo ahead to the party location about 195 clicks north of the city at some ones farm. I expect to arrive within an hour from take off just ahead of the Limo. I know Willie called Gino so there will be a second limo; black.
Benny, the helicopter pilot, and I pick up Willie and Karl at Gino’ ranch; fifty minutes later we arrive at the farm where the party is taking place. According to Jimmy there is room for a chopper north of the garage. My helicopter has the latest in RADAR / LIDAR technology so I am confident we will not hit any wires. Benny sets the chopper down. Willie, Karl and I disembark. Benny stays with the helicopter.
Willie, Karl and I approach the house where all the action is taking place. I notice some yelling and commotion going on near the front step. Several teenage men are trying to help a rather attractive woman down the steps. As we near; Angie, from the fast food outlet and Jessica’s wedding; runs toward me: “Please sir, will you help us, they hurt my mom.”
Looking at Angie’s mom I see she has her feet spread wide and is having difficulty standing. I go to her: “Hello…I’m an acquaintance of your daughters, she says you are hurt.”
Angie’s mom looks at me: “Yes, they forced a toy inside me, and I cannot walk or sit.”… I need medical attention.”
“I’m Bob Smithe. I have a helicopter over by the garage which is equipped for medi-vac.”
“Hi Bob, I’m Debra, Angie’s mother. I don’t think I can walk that far Bob.”
Before I can answer the young men who had been helping her picked her up, one on each side of this lovely woman, and carried her, legs spread open, dress draped between those legs; to the chopper. I follow close behind. Willie and Karl went inside the house to find Dawn.
It took ten minutes to place Angie’s mom onto the gurney and into the helicopter properly. Amongst other things, Benny is a trained field Medic, Combat Medic. I gave Benny instructions and handed Angie the necessary documents. Angie’s sister Crystal went with them in the chopper. I watch the chopper leave.
Who the hell would do such a thing I ask myself, sticking a toy transformer inside a woman. I am going to check up on Debra when I get back to the city.
Turning I see the young men who had helped out entering the house. I start towards the house only to see the same young men retreat backwards onto the porch. They move aside as Willie walks out the door. Dawn is in Willie’s arms. A black dude follows Willie out the door; I recognize him from the hotel. Willie descends the stairs; the black fellow never gets that far. Three of the young men, all white, jump him and start pounding on him.