Continued from Part Twenty-Four Two months later, Snyder sat in bed in his hospital room. Bandages covered his face other than his eyes and mouth. He opened the letter Father Goodwin had sent to him and removed a print out of a newsreader screen. Father Goodwin had written across the top in bold red type,…
Continued from Part Twenty-Three Snyder sat in silence beside Blackjack, who drove a rental gray Ford Escape on a highway headed towards Los Angeles. Blackjack sighed. “Okay, I’ll bite. Kid, why did you go to San Diego?†Snyder sighed. “I wanted to get away, and it was the destination of the next metro headed out…
Continued from Part Twenty-Two Snyder awoke and grasped his head. It felt like it was about to split in two. Snyder cursed. He sat up and buried his face in his hands. Once the dizziness subsided, he looked up. He was in an old-fashioned doctor’s office. In strolled an auburn-haired man wearing the odd combination…
Continued from Part Twenty-One Snyder stumbled out of the metro car and onto the high, windy platform. He peered at the San Diego skyline. He’d grabbed the first high speed monorail headed out of town. Guess it’d gone pretty far out of town. Mama’s going to be worried. Snyder frowned. “You’re looking out for you…
Continued Part Twenty Late that evening, Snyder entered the sanctuary. At the altar, Father Bernard’s eye twitched. Snyder trembled with the desire to deck him. “So, while I was on trial for my life for not raping a child for free, you were paying for the privilege.†“They’re not children in mind. They grow up…
Continued from Part Nineteen Snyder entered the unlocked church and slid through an empty foyer and sanctuary. He went around to the rectory. Father Goodwin sat behind the desk in the office. “Hello, Snyder. You made it out of jail, I see.†“Where’s Father Bernard?†“He said he was going downtown to get a couple…
Continued from Part Eighteen Snyder walked out of the courthouse a civilian for the first time in four years. A long black stretch limo pulled up. Hired muscle rolled down one of the back windows. “Get in. Boss wants to talk to you.†Snyder folded his arms. “What if I don’t want to talk to…
Continued from Part Seventeen The judge said, “So ordered.†Snyder, Hollerman, Mama, and Cerulean sat in the conference room. Hollerman clapped. “Bravo. I enjoy having someone at the opposite table who is not awed by my reputation. I’m prepared to do some-thing I’ve never done before. I’m willing to offer a plea bargain.†Snyder laughed….
Continued from Part Sixteen Oh boy, I’m in trouble now. “Why didn’t you report her? You knew I was underage.†Dread waved. “A minor regulation.†“Wasn’t it the JAG’s place to judge that? Didn’t you request the assignment of the officer in question, Captain Amanda Greywolf, who has since been executed by hanging for several…
Continued from Part Fifteen Hollerman stood and approached the wit-ness stand. “Sir, isn’t it true your business is in direct competition with public harems?†Snyder stood. “Objection, relevance.†“Give me a minute, your honor.†The judge said, “For now, I’ll overrule the objection, proceed.†Raulston sniffed. “Would you argue that five star restaurants compete with…