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Post by dallanta on Apr 9, 2017 10:25:51 GMT -6
I have been writing on this for a long time. I finally got the nerve to post the first chapter. There are bad words and bad times in this story. There is also a ton of bad grammar. Advice is accepted, abuse is not. Thanks. Dallanta
PRESTON'S NIGHTMARE
Chapter One:
Independence, Missouri
Jim Preston was in shock. He had no idea what to do with himself. The story was still unclear with conflicting information. While at work last night, the police bashed into his house looking for drugs and killed his wife and son; they even killed the dog. That is what happened and those are the only facts he knew for sure, other than they picked a house on the wrong block and street. Yes, the wrong address. The police say that they were attacked by the dog and removed the threat. Then his wife came around the corner with a shotgun. She was protecting her family from a home invasion. When his mother was killed, his son, who was 11, ran at them with a knife, so they killed him. Robby did not have a chance and neither did his wife. Jim had been at work; he was a dispatcher for a trucking company and works the graveyard shift. After work he headed home tired and just wanting to be in bed. As he pulled into the block of his house, the police stopped him. They had the area cordoned off while investigating. It was at that point he discovered it was his house and his family that were dead. When the police realized he was the husband they immediately handcuffed him and put him in a car. Jim was very angry. He sat there for two hours in the car trying to figure out what was going on. When they brought out his wife and son, he started screaming and cussing the police. After 4 hours in the car, they let him out. Once they were sure he was calm and not dangerous they uncuffed him and the officer in charge explained to him what was going on. No apologies, no emotion, just a simple statement that they were a threat to the officers. Then they left him in the street. When they left, the only ones there was himself, neighbors, and news media. The media immediately attacked him wanting know how he felt, blah blah. Ignoring the media, he walked into his house and found some other officers getting ready to leave. They had been searching his house for contraband. After seeing the house destroyed also Jim started yelling at the police asking them what the hell did they think they were doing? One of them responded in French. What the hell, he thought as he glared at the officer talking. Their supervisors’ response was calm down, or we will arrest you for threatening officers of the law. Then they left. The house was trashed. His gun cabinet was open and all the guns were gone including ammunition. There was food from the cabinets on the floor, the cushions of his furniture had been split open, and it was all useless. His wife's jewelry box was upside down on the floor and empty. The only thing they did not destroy was his safe. It was well hidden and they missed it. Walking back into the living room, still in shock, he ran into Captain Reynolds and Commissioner Simms. Sitting down, Jim asked them to explain what had happened to his family and his house. They were very unclear with their answers. They did admit it was the wrong house, but that their officers had to defend themselves from threats, no matter what the circumstances. "I see, Jim said, my wife and son are dead, my house has been ransacked and destroyed, quite a few things have been stolen, and it is all a mistake, but no one is at fault! Right"? "Unfortunate, said the commissioner but unavoidable. We will all have to get through this." Once they left, Jim sat down on the sofa that had been ripped apart by the police and cried for the rest of the night. On the way back to the stations to debrief, LT. Brown was letting his team know what he thought of the debacle, although he was the one in charge of the mistake. He was trying to frame his reports to take the blame off himself and his officers. He screwed up good and he would either swing or barely come through this. Commissioner Simms called them all into the break room for the debriefing. All involved were present, including a representative of the mayor’s office and the trainees that had been assigned them. "What the f*** happened last night” Simms screamed! "We have a dead wife and a dead kid, you even killed their dog"! "Can't you read a simple address? You fuckups have just screwed everyone on the force and the mayor’s office! Someone is going to take falls for this and believe me, it will not be your commissioner!" Who are the fucking shooters? The fucking trainees did it. What! You fucking moronic idiots! "Sergeant Sandy, what have you found out about the family, especially the husband?" "Preston has some military. It does not look outside a normal career. He has been working for Outside Trucking since he left the army. Non violent, no complaints, no Concealed handgun license. It does not appear he even owns a handgun. We did take the 12 gauge shotgun from the premises and we found a 30.06 in a corner. We took that also. He does not appear to be any threat. Kind of a meek sort of fellow. There is no other family. He bowls, works, and camps out with the family. No tickets, no record, nothing else. That is about all." Commissioner Simms said, "I want all reports on my desk before anyone leaves today. I want to see them before they get out of this building. Also, you are not to talk to anyone about this ongoing investigation, not even your wives!" When Jim woke up, he thought it had been a nightmare, but he was lying on the ripped up sofa and the house was a wreck. Mr. Hensley from across the street knocked on his door then came on in. They had known him for 8 years and he was a very nice older man. Him and Robby used to go on hikes and camping when Him and his wife had other things that had to be done. Mr. Hensley froze solid coming into the house. He looked around and saw all the destruction. As he picked up a toy car of Robbie's he started crying. At that, Jim started also. After a while, silence, each with their own thoughts. "Jim, Mr. Hensley said, They came into the neighborhood like gangbusters last night. It was weird the way it went. We were all ordered to stay in our houses and to stay away from the windows. We looked anyway. There were 22 police officers and two police dogs. I was watching and counting until the shooting started. After the gunshots stopped, I went outside. I knew that just your wife and son were there and did not believe there was any reason for their actions. An officer came running over demanding that I get back in the house, at gunpoint. "What will you do now Jim? Have you any thoughts on it? "No, I am clueless. They were my life, my only reason to be here. I guess I need to think of that eventually. I need some time to think Mr. Hensley." "That’s alright Jim. If you need anything at all, just ask. I loved them too." "I know, I will talk to you later." Closing the door after his neighbor left, Jim sat and thought on this a long time, and cried. His parents and her parents arrived the next day. It was not a good time. They were all in shock. Calming his mother in-law down was not possible. He noticed though that his father in-law was very quiet and seemed to have a handle on himself. Early the next day, they prepared for the funerals. His parents handled most of it, he was not much help. After talking to his parents and in-laws, he told them he was going to the station. He wanted some answers. He was also curious about the French speaking guy. Was he UN or a borrowed cop from somewhere else? The chief got upset and stated that nothing was stolen and his officers were within their rights. Jim said, "I will give you a list of what has been stolen." "I also want to know who the shooters were that killed my family, and I want it all out on paper explaining what went on there." Chief Reynolds said "Look, you see what was in the morning papers? That is exactly what happened. Nothing was stolen. And since there is an investigation going on, the officer’s names will not be given out yet. In fact, you will not come in here making demands. If your wife had not had the shotgun it would not have happened!" "So, the UN murderers go free?" Shocked, the Chief could hardly contain himself. "That is a foolish statement! Why on earth would we have any UN personnel here?" Jim stared at the Chief. He could tell that this was a blatant lie. The chief had just slipped up. His mind clearing, Jim suddenly realized that this was information that was not to be known and was way out of the norm. With a chill down his back, Jim suddenly thought that he was looking at an enemy and decided that maybe he should be a little quieter until he did find out what was going on. "I know, said Jim, I was so upset that everything was so turned around and destroyed. I thought I heard some asshole talking French, but that could have just been in my mind." "Mr. Preston, we are upset also that this mistake ever happened. We take our jobs seriously and for something like this to happen is shattering. I am sorry for your losses sir, but we all have to go on." Jim, go home, try to relax and think things through, or go visit the rest of your family. You are going to need some time." At that, Jim left the offices, trying to look like a broken man, which was really not that hard. "Chief, you think he bought that? How did he hear of the UN?" "I think he overheard one of the bastards. Right now there are enough doubts in his mind that I do not think it will be a problem." "Wish those fucking UN trainees were not here." Walking out, Jim realized that he was being watched carefully. He made a conscious effort to act as stupid as he could. Once in his truck, Jim took several deep breaths. He had no idea what to do. He thought he had almost signed his death warrant. Going home, he decided that there was a problem that no one was supposed to know about and he could either blast through them until they killed him or go slow and dumb getting facts and then pay them back in spades. And the one thing Jim wanted was some payback! He had nothing else to live for, his family was gone.
Three days later, during the funerals, Jim noticed that the police were out there just watching. He also noticed one of them was on a cell phone, talking French. As the funeral finished, Jim carefully worked his way toward the French speaking guy, crying and shaking hands. The guys name tag said Smith, but he was sure that was not right. He suddenly found himself blocked by Reynolds as he went toward the guy. I am sorry for your loss sir. I wish it could have been different. Glaring at Reynolds, Jim turned and started for his car. As he walked into the house, his cousins and aunts were there. They had cleaned up the house and had been cooking. Friends from the neighborhood brought over dishes of food and we all had a large get together. His father -in-law, Jason Anders, was usually a jovial friendly guy. Jim had never seen him act so calm and reserved. Hugging Jim, he said as soon as all the smoke clears and you get a grip we need to talk. Then he walked off.
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Post by kaijafon on Apr 9, 2017 10:42:31 GMT -6
Powerful start. I look forward to more.
thanks
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Post by papaof2 on Apr 9, 2017 13:08:00 GMT -6
Good start. OK to start asking for MOAR?
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Post by frankie on Apr 9, 2017 13:14:35 GMT -6
Great story, post moar.
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Post by methos on Apr 9, 2017 15:10:50 GMT -6
Now there's a hard charger right out of the gate. Good job.
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Post by cutter on Apr 9, 2017 20:10:38 GMT -6
I think you might want to think about publishing more of your work. For better or worse, this story has already struck a chord with me. I am very much looking forward to seeing where it goes. Well done.
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Post by 9idrr on Apr 9, 2017 20:46:04 GMT -6
Thanks for getting this story started with enough details to interest me but not enough to guess where it's going.
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Post by misterjimbo on Apr 9, 2017 21:18:25 GMT -6
This story is already hopping like crazy. Thanks
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Post by dallanta on Apr 10, 2017 7:56:07 GMT -6
I do appreciate all your encouragement. I was nervous about the reactions I would get, lol
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Post by cutter on Apr 10, 2017 10:08:41 GMT -6
Oh, we can be mean and nasty if you would prefer. It would not be true, but we can do it.
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Post by dallanta on Apr 10, 2017 13:34:45 GMT -6
Just a test, I am trying to figure out how to add chapter two.
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Post by brucearmstrong65 on Apr 10, 2017 14:45:57 GMT -6
Great start and a nice cliff-hanger to boot! As the song goes, the first cut is the deepest; well, the first chapter is the hardest.
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Post by papaof2 on Apr 10, 2017 15:56:03 GMT -6
Just a test, I am trying to figure out how to add chapter two. It's just another post in the thread ;-) The posting gets easier as you do it. The writing and editing? That's a different story...
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Post by cutter on Apr 10, 2017 17:13:29 GMT -6
I just cut and paste to quick reply. BTW, when might we expect chapter 2? I'm looking forward to it.
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Post by solo on Apr 10, 2017 20:53:57 GMT -6
Good start. Can't wait to see where this is going... Nudge... for.... More!
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Post by dallanta on Apr 11, 2017 10:11:18 GMT -6
Preston's Nightmare
Chapter 2
Once the house was empty, cold reality set in. Pulling out a bottle of Beam, he had a stiff drink, and then realized it was not what he wanted at all. As he sat there the phone rang and he ignored it at first. Finally answering, he found Rocco Mans on the line. I am sorry to bother you Jim, but I want to let you know how sorry I am for you and your family. Those of us in the mag are stunned as to what happened. I know how this sounds, but if there is anything I can do just let me know. Please? Suddenly Jim knew what he was going to do for now. Jim never belonged to a mag actually, but he had several close friends that belonged to the same mag. It was not commonly known, but they trusted him. He had thought of joining them and had worried about the future, but it was not something he could afford to do. Thank you for calling Rocco, I do appreciate your thoughts. You just gave me an idea of what to do right now though. Alone here in the house is killing me. I think I will go camping for a little while. We have that pop up camper. I will find me a state park somewhere and just try to chill out. Well, here is an idea if you want Jim. Go out to our mag area, I will meet you before you get there and you can follow me the rest of the way in. No one will bother you there and you have the place completely to yourself right now. Are you sure? Since I am not a member, interrupting him Rocco said, no problem. We trust you, just come alone ok. When can I meet you there? You are about an hour and a half away from it. I have to pack up. Say three hours? Sounds good Jim, I will meet you there at 3PM. Take Interstate 49 south toward Nevada, Missouri, after you go through Rich Hill look for an overpass and a road called TT. Take that exit. I will meet you there and take you the rest of the way. Thanks Rocco, you have no idea how much this helps me! A couple of years earlier, they had bought a pop up camper. It was a wreck and he only paid 50 bucks for it. It had been a family project repairing and replacing parts on it. Now though it was in excellent shape. His family had not even had a chance to try it out. So Jim loaded up the truck with his camping gear, fishing equipment, and weapons from the safe that the police missed, consisting of a shotgun, a couple of rifles, and his Kimber 1911. A camping trip sounded just right. Surprised, he realized he was ready and it had only taken a half hour. That was because they always kept things sorted and stored so they knew where everything was. After telling Mr. Kensley and a couple of neighbors that he was going out of town for a couple of weeks, he headed out. Having plenty of time, he stopped in Butler, Missouri and got some groceries, including a case of beer. The drive was quiet, the area was mostly rural and traffic mainly consisted of semis and people just passing through. When they rerouted the highways a few years back they went around the little towns and the towns rarely had traffic. As he took the exit for TT, he noticed Rocco sitting on the side of the road waiting on him. Jim slowed down and waved. Waving back Rocco took off with Jim behind him. After several turns on small gravel roads he had no idea where Rocco was taking him. It was isolated. There was a wildlife refuge on one side and hardly anything else on the other sides. All he could see was farm land. As he dipped down toward a little bridge, he saw Rocco stop. He saw Rocco get out and move some limbs out of the way and opened a gate. Rocco waved him through and he drove on in and stopped a ways from the gate. After locking the gate and replacing the limbs Rocco came over. Welcome to our slice of heaven Jim, he said smiling. Laughing, Jim said where the hell am I? As I said, our slice of Heaven. Just follow the road here and stop when you get to a small parking area. I am going to leave. Park under the trees, I will be back tomorrow to show you around. Thanks Rocco, see you later. Not knowing exactly what was available out there and not wanting to be a moocher, Jim's stop at the Super Wall-Mart in Butler had been pricey, but he had everything he thought he might need. He was stocked up with groceries, water, beer, and more ammo. Driving on up to the campground, he was amazed; He sat there staring around him. What the hell? He did not exactly expect buildings; he was thinking some tents maybe. But they had several buildings and a main cabin.
He even found hook ups for the camper. Not far from the trees. So Jim went on about his setup and made some dinner. Why does camp out food always tastes good? Popping open a beer, Jim found him a chair on the porch of the cabin to sit. Jim had quit smoking 10 years ago, but he bought a carton during his shopping stop.
Sipping on his beer and choking through the smoke, Jim relaxed a little and was running the last week through his head. Not being a drinker, after 4 cans, Jim was sound asleep in the chair. He did not even see the sun go down. About 5 AM, Jim woke up, not feeling bad, but kind of surprised at himself. Sleep was one thing he had not done well since this all started. Refreshed with 6 hours of sleep he made some coffee and decided to watch a movie on his computer. The coffee was good, but he could not remember the movie at all. He had sat there all morning thinking and trying to decide what to do. The sun was up, it was a gorgeous morning. Sitting on the porch with his coffee he took in the mountains and forests, wishing his family was there, when Rocco pulled in. Good morning, how did you sleep out here last night? Like a rock. After a couple of beers I crashed on the porch. Laughing, Rocco said that he had done that a few times too. It is really relaxing. No sounds at all, except for nature. Pouring a cup of coffee, Rocco said let me show you around. Starting with the cabin, it was larger than it appeared from the outside. There were two bedrooms downstairs, a kitchen, entertainment room, mud room, and two bathrooms. Upstairs were three more bedrooms and two more baths. Jim noticed how thick the walls were and asked about them. Smiling, Rocco told him the walls were 18 inches thick. Wood siding on the outside, concrete in the middle, and metal plate on the inside painted and looking like paneling. Why? That is crazy! Jim said. Not really Rocco told him. We built this over the last few years. We built several walls and used them for target practice. As soon as we came up with a combination that was mostly bullet proof we built the house with that design. This is a mag. When TSHTF all of us members will bug out to here. We are stocked, secure, and ready to survive here if need be. Behind the buildings a ways, you will notice we have a garden that produces very well. We have a total of 120 acres and the national forest comes up against us on two sides. All of our secure area is lined with blackberry bushes to discourage hikers and hunters, or anyone else. We also have a lot of razor wire to throw out there when we need to bug out here. Wow! Jim said, you put a lot of work and money into this for a just in case scenario. With a smile, Rocco told him that many of us come out here on weekends or vacations. We spend time together with no outside civilization worries. We party, barbecue, and have fun. We also practice with our weapons, we have a range. We discuss "what ifs", and we train. We train periodically all together Just to insure we keep sharp. Security is a biggy here. Once TSHTF all the fun parts will mostly go away and we will be very serious about what we are doing. You did an outstanding job, what are those buildings? Opening doors as they went, Rocco explained. This building is actually a laundry room. We have electric, but in the back we have the old fashioned stuff. Washboards and tubs, extra clothesline, we keep all our cleaning stuff in here as we have stocked up. Got a little of everything including cases of soap bars, shampoo... It is also where we have our medical supplies stored. Anything for cleaning or anything for medical is in this building. Behind this one you will see two outhouses set up. We have not needed them, but just in case, they are there. Over here is where keep all of our extra camping gear, including spare weapons and ammo. We do not like it this way, but they take a lot of room and we have no place else yet to keep weapons. The other buildings are just small cabins for members of the mag. We have built them as we added members. Their own personal stuff they want nearby are locked up in them. Keeping stuff sorted and quickly available is a pain. Lately though, we have been short on money and we have not been able to do other things. What other things do you need? This looks impressive as hell! Ha, we are basically good to go, but we have a couple of things we need real bad. We want a fallout shelter/safe house, fuel containers full and buried on site. We would also like some containers for water storage. We would also like a ham radio system. That is all too expensive though. Well, I gotta go Jim. The wife has a list of honey do's for me. Stay as long as you like, relax, get drunk, whatever, and welcome to the mag. I will discuss the buy in with you later, I know you will change your mind and want to join; otherwise I would never have shared so much. No problem Rocco, I can see where a little more money will help out a lot. I will think about joining Rocco, it sure is nice out here. Taking the advice of Rocco, Jim stayed for 3 more days and nights. All he did was relax and drink. By the end of his beer supply, Jim was ready to head home and tackle the problems there. He had an idea of a plan. As Jim pulled into his garage, he saw Mr. Hensley coming across the street. Hi Jim, how are you doing? I hope you are better. I am about as well as I could be I guess. All I did was eat, sleep, drink beer, and relax. I am OK now, although I have one hell of a hatred for the police. Speaking of that Jim, we have noticed different patrol cars going through the neighborhood lately. They were blatant about it and the cars were not even unmarked. Twice, I saw them stop at your house and knock, but they left. Really, I think in the morning I will go there and see what they have determined and if they have any questions they can ask me. Just be careful Jim, this made them look bad, and they are probably worried about what you will do. Thanks Mr. Hensley, I promise to be good and calm. Hey, would you like to go with me? I might need a witness, just in case. Sure, I would like that!
Good Morning, are you about ready? Uh, no weapons, right? For sure, we will not be giving any of them an excuse. Have some coffee and we will go in a few minutes. On the way, Jim had another stop to make. He was going in to work and talk to them. He had some kind of life insurance, but did not remember what. As Mr. Hensley got in to the truck he said, I wish you would call me Erik. I know I am old and besides, no one uses my first name anymore. Laughing, Jim said sure Mr. Erik, no problem. Smart alec kids, said Erik. I have to go by my work site first. I need to check insurance and my work status. Walking into the office was not too good. All his co-workers had to say how sorry they were, and it bothered him a bit. After his boss did the same thing, Jim asked him about their life insurance. Mr. Taylor said that is taken care of. I took the liberty of contacting them and asking what they required from you. They need a copy of the death certificates and this form here. Just fill it out and bring them back by here if you like. I will make sure they are expedited. How much did I have? I signed up, but do not remember what I signed up for. Oh, said Mr. Taylor. You have 25 thousand on your son and 100 thousand on your wife. They will send it by certified check or direct deposit. If you want it deposited, give me a voided copy of one of your checks. I will send that to them also and here is a direct deposit request. Fill it out also. Things are slow right now. Take a couple of weeks, then take your vacation and come back when you are feeling up to it, OK? Thank you sir, I may need the time. I’m kind of at a loss. I understand Jim, take what you need and let me know if you need anything from us, OK? Yes sir, thank you. Getting back in the truck, he told Erik that it was all covered just some paperwork. You want to see if the police can entertain us with some lies? I would enjoy that, Erik said. Remember, no temper, be calm, in fact, you should act as though you believe them and support them. It will be hard, but something is going on we do not know about. OK? Yeah, I got it, and you are right.
Can I help you sir? said the desk sergeant. Yes, my name is Jim Preston. I would like to see Captain Reynolds. He told me to come in and ask for him if I had any question about my family’s deaths. As soon as he said his name, the sergeant twitched in recognition of the name. He thought, oh well, sure am glad I had nothing to do with that. Let me call his office, would you like a seat over there? Thank you sergeant. They sat down in the waiting room and a few minutes later the captain came in. Would you come into my office please? Jim introduced Erik, saying he had been his moral support since the incident. What do you have on the murders? It has been almost 3 weeks and I have not heard anything. Where have you been Mr. Preston? You have not been home for a while. Smiling to himself, Jim said I was visiting relatives and trying to sort my mind. OK, well here is how it is. I am very sorry for your losses and what happened. However, we are not treating this as murders. The problem is this. The officers say the dog attacked, they say your wife was armed, and so was your son. They had no choice. The lives of the officers were in danger. So, the police had the wrong address and my family is gone. Jim was being as calm as he could, but it was more difficult than he thought. I am sorry, but that is all I have for you Mr. Preston. Biting back his rage, Jim said that he had one other thing. He wanted to know the status on his personal property that was taken by the police. Sighing, he said no officers took anything out of your house. I personally looked into that. OK, Jim said. Here is a list of missing items from my home and their serial numbers. The weapons are insured as was the jewelry. I need a police report or whatever you guys do. The captain was having a hard time also. He was hoping the guy would just let this crap go! OK, Mr. Preston, I will send an officer over to inspect the premises and to make a police report on the break-in. Now, I must get back to work. I wish I could offer more. Thank you for your help, and they left. Deathly quiet in the truck, Jim pulled over to the side of the road to try calming down. Crying and raging outside the truck he slowly calmed. Erik got behind the wheel and said he was driving; you just sit over there and try to relax Jim. OK Jim said good idea. In the police station, the captain was still pissed. You hear that little bastard! Asking me about thefts! Wanting a police report on that crap! Ben Chantry, the legal representative told him to calm down. I see exactly how this will work out. We need to make sure legal is in this. How the hell is that the captain asked. The guy is going to go home, after a while he will contact a lawyer. The next step is that they will sue all of us probably. Our only choice is to settle out of court when it comes to that. What! f*** him! No captain, let him sue, after it will go away entirely. There is no other choice. Damn! Chantry was only partially right. If he had known some of the thoughts going through Jim’s head he would not be so willing to write it off. And he had no idea how fast Jim was willing to start things off. On the way back, Jim told Eric part of his plan. He would send off the forms for the life insurance, but he was going to contact Johnson and Horner, a law firm. Are they the ones that are so cutthroat? Yeah, they are. I want someone that is vicious and not willing to be nice about this. First, I am going to sue the city and the police and anyone else involved. I am going for the throat. Be careful Jim. I will, but you need to distance yourself from me for a while. What you do not know will not hurt you, and I am just getting started. Contacting the lawyer, he was able to get an appointment in three days. That was good because his patience was about gone. Jim had noticed the police cruising his street several times a day but they never stopped. He did have a visit from them one time to take a statement and collect information on the thefts in his house. Almost wordlessly, they gathered the required information and told him the crime report would be available in 24 hrs. They did not look happy as they left but Jim did not care. The next morning he left his for his appointment at the law firm. He decided to leave quite a bit early and drive around. If they were following him he would prefer to lose them. Sure enough, as he left, he noticed a police car pull away from the curb and follow. He ignored them and pretended he had no idea they were there. First, he made a quick stop at a grocery store for some food and ice. As he was placing the ice in his cooler he noticed the police a few rows over. Finishing that, he drove straight out of town. He had an idea. He was going to a small lake outside town and camp out there, or at least they would think that. It was not far and he was there and setting up camp in 20 minutes. After setting up, he got his fishing rod and started fishing from the bank. Sure enough, the police pulled up and wanted to talk. Is there a problem officer? No, we just worried about you after all your misfortune. Just wanted to make sure you were OK. OK? Sure, I am OK. My wife and son are dead, no one is to blame, and I am out fishing trying to forget. Sir! Do not start up that attitude with us. We just want to help. Tell you what, why don’t you leave me alone. I think you have helped me enough. With that, Jim pulled in his line and started walking along the lake. The cops stood there staring at him but did not follow. This was what he wanted. After he was out of sight and sure they were not going to follow, he hid his fishing rod and equipment. Once it was secure, he took off through the woods. He had some friends that lived on the other side of the lake. Coming out of the woods, he saw Jess. He was working on his truck. Jess was a lot older, but they had known each since Jim was a kid. Jim, what the hell are you doing coming out of the woods like that? I’ll tell you but you got any tea or coffee? Sure, come on in. Sitting at the table, Jim explained things to Jess. It was simple really, he just wanted to go to the lawyers, talk a few things over, and he did not want the police to know just yet. Hell, that’s easy enough Jim. I gotta get some things in town, you want me to drop you off and pick you back up? Yeah, once done, I will head back to my fishing and spend the night there. I took the trouble to set up a tent; I might as well use it. Well, just in case, you might move your campsite when you get back. That way they will have to hunt for you a bit. They got in Jess’s car and went into town. Dropping Jim off around a corner, Jess headed off and would be back in an hour. Jim got into the offices without anyone noticing him and greeted the secretary. I have an appointment today at 1PM, Jim said. Yes sir, I have you scheduled, it will be a few minutes. Just have a seat please. Sitting down, Jim thought through this. He wanted money; he wanted a lot of money. It was not just for him though. He wanted it for a couple of reason. First and foremost, he wanted them to hurt in their pockets. In addition to that, he had several ideas how to use the money for his benefit and for his friends, not to mention the church. Sir, Mr. Horner will see you now. Thank you Jim said and entered the office. Mr. Preston, I am glad to meet you sir. Call me Ron and how can I help you? Two weeks ago, my wife and son were killed by the police at my home. Excuse me sir, interrupted Ron. I know your case, a little bit of it. That was terrible! How are you coping? Each day is a hard one Jim said. I cannot believe they shot my wife and son and robbed me too. Robbed you? Yes, Jim said, they ransacked the house and in the process took my weapons and ammunition. I see, tell me what you have in mind then Jim. A lawsuit, plain and simple. They will not tell me who it was that shot my wife and son. They tell me it was unfortunate and that the police reacted properly. I want some payback. I do not care what kind of percentage you want, I just want the lawsuit to really hurt. OK, Rob, said, that is easy. I will take the case and here is why. Right or wrong or whatever, it will never go to court. They will settle out of court because I am sure they want this to end. They will act like they will fight it, but they will come around. I will take this case for 20 percent after it is all over. If something happens and we lose, then you do not owe me a penny. I will take care of everything because I know I can make a bundle off this with little work and I would like nothing better than to go after them. In addition, I can get the name of the officer or officers that shot your family. We will name them in the lawsuit also. Wow, OK. I heard you were a tough outfit, which is why I came here. I want my pound of flesh. I will make up the contract and all I will need is your signature, but I will start on the case immediately. Thank you Ron, let me know when you need my signature. Looking outside, Jim saw Jess parked at the curb. He left and got in the car with Jess. Pulling away, it appeared that no one was aware of him being in town. So what happened Jim? It is going to work out, I don’t know how much money yet and I told him I don’t care, as long as it hurts them. Ron was a hard man. Many thought he was crooked because he did so much work for cons and criminals. What they did not know, was that Ron would never pay anyone off or manufacture evidence. He refused to do business that way. If he believed in a client, he would most likely take the case. He was not a wealthy man, but he was comfortable. Knowing what he already did about this case, he immediately got his paperwork together for the judge. He was filing a lawsuit, and would serve the city, police chief, the shooters, and the Police Commissioner. By tomorrow morning, there would be a whole lot of anger going on for this. Serve them right though, bastards gotta pay. Arriving back at Jess’s, he told him thanks that he was going to go catch some dinner and go home in the morning. Jim moved his tent and equipment and caught a nice catfish. After cleaning, he rolled it in cornmeal and dropped it into a pan. The fish was delicious. He had not been camping like this or fishing for a long time. Lying down, it was the first night since the murders that Jim slept the whole night without booze.
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Post by freebirde on Apr 11, 2017 15:22:47 GMT -6
When it comes out that the shooters were "trainees" from another country, doing a raid on the wrong house, with a cover-up by local police, there will be others asking questions. The police will want a gag order on this lawsuit and restraining order on Jim not to discuss this as part of the settlement. Jim needs to have Ron head these off. Just as there are some bad cops on a good force, there should be some good cops on a bad force. Ask Rocco if any LEOs are part of the mag.
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Post by ydderf on Apr 11, 2017 18:00:22 GMT -6
Came here and found your story. Great couple of chapters the first two of 300 :-)?? I hope
Thanks for sharing your work.
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Post by 9idrr on Apr 11, 2017 20:57:56 GMT -6
Came here and found your story. Great couple of chapters the first two of 300 :-)?? I hope Thanks for sharing your work. Hey, Freddy, I like the fact that you think big. I bet dallanta won't need much encouragement to stretch this out. Dallanta, feel free to keep goin'. We're patient. Kind of. Maybe. No torches or pitchforks, yet. No pressure. We won't hurry you at all. Okay, ready for more.
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Post by cutter on Apr 11, 2017 22:06:21 GMT -6
I'm starting to REALLY like this.
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Post by pbbrown0 on Apr 12, 2017 9:02:24 GMT -6
I'm starting to REALLY like this. I still like you, cutter, even if you are ... very cautious. LOL I was hooked before I finished reading the second paragraph. Dallanta, Great story! I would like to offer some advice. Do not worry about the editing. You have a talent for telling a story. Play to your strength, and don't shackle yourself with the details of editing. Leave that to someone else. Just one more thing. MOAR please.
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Post by dallanta on Apr 12, 2017 9:44:16 GMT -6
LOL I had to google quotation marks and how to use them. It has been many years
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Post by cutter on Apr 15, 2017 6:07:55 GMT -6
LOL I had to google quotation marks and how to use them. It has been many years I'm sorry but this one made me laugh
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Post by dallanta on Apr 16, 2017 8:58:09 GMT -6
Chapter 3 Waking refreshed and actually feeling better, Jim loaded up and went home. He had a couple of nice catfish left over that would make a good dinner tonight. Once home, Jim put everything away and started looking around the house. Now home with nothing to do, he was feeling a little lost and the memories started crowding in. While sitting there feeling sorry for himself, the phone started ringing. His mood immediately changed as it was the police contacting him. It seems they found his property that had been stolen. They said they found it at a pawn shop. Now though it was evidence of a robbery and they would have to keep it while they investigate to find the culprits. Knowing it was an outright lie, Jim pretended to go along with it and thanked them for their work. A few minutes later the captain called and asked for him to come into the station to discuss some other matters. At this, Jim decided it was time not to be so easy. He explained that he had retained a legal firm to handle this case and that he was not at liberty to discuss anything unless the lawyer was present. Upon hearing this, the captain hung up and told the commissioner what was going on. “Well, for better or worse, it will all soon go away, “said the Chief. “We will find out soon probably what they are asking.” Ron Horner was already prepared. He did not believe in wasting time. He filed the lawsuits against the city, the mayor, the police department, Chief Simms, Captain Reynolds, and the unknown shooters. He further demanded to know who the shooters were.
After being served and looking through the legal paperwork and what was being demanded, the police chief, commissioner, legal, all were shocked! It got worse when the mayor called. They had a meeting scheduled for that afternoon to discuss the problem and legal would be present. We will just have to figure it out this afternoon with legal.
Openly visiting the lawyer now, Ron Horner told him we are suing for a public apology, damages to the house and contents, and of course the cool sum of $100 million dollars. Also, the names of the shooters were demanded. “Shocked, Jim asked, what do you think they will do?” “Well, they will negotiate the money but the rest is not really something they can negotiate.” They are commonly given. What I need from you though right now before any kind of a judge slaps tries to seal the hearings or info, is a video. I want you interviewed on the video. It will be scattered around the internet so it will not just disappear. This is outside the normal way things are done. Most lawyers would never do a video beforehand.” “We can do that when you want. How about now?” “Great, I will just set up my computer for you. You will be on-screen, I will be asking questions from the side, just follow my lead.” OK
“The video you are watching concerns Jim Preston and his family, who were killed by the local police or someone affiliated with them. My name is Ron Horner. I am his lawyer. Jim, can you tell me in your own words, what happened that night?” “I had gotten off work and drove home. The roads were blocked by the police and when they found out who I was, they handcuffed me and put me in the back of a patrol car. I did not know what was going on until they brought out the bodies of my wife and son.” “How long were you in the patrol car Jim?” “I was in it for two hours before they brought my family out. Then I am not sure. It was quite a while; I was cursing them pretty well and crying.” “After they let you out of the car what happened?” “They told me that they had raided my house by mistake and when the dog attacked, they shot him. They said my wife had a shotgun and they shot her. My son tried to protect his mother with a knife, but they shot him too.” “Did they say anything else about it?” “Not much, just that they should not have been armed like that and were a danger to the police. That is why they were killed. The police were afraid of my wife and son, and the dog. “Amazing, I am sure they apologized and told you they would get to the bottom of how this happened and who the shooters were.” “No, not at all, I still have not heard one word of apology. They tried to convince me that my family brought it on themselves. The house was trashed even though it was the wrong house and my wife’s jewelry was missing and so were my guns. They denied anything had been taken, but after I filed a report, it all appeared. They said they had to keep it all as evidence.” “Evidence, like evidence the police robbed you?” “I don’t know.” “What else can you tell us?” “Neighbors told me that some of the police on the scene were speaking French. The police deny this though.” “So what now Jim?” “I am just waiting to see how this lawsuit goes, get that over with, and then we will see.” “Thank you Jim, I know this is tough.” As Jim’s lawyer, I wanted to put this video out there for all to see. Something odd is going on down here and I do not believe we are hearing much truth. In fact, this is so odd; I wanted to make sure the video is made just in case we ‘disappear,’ if you know what I mean. Please, go ahead and spread this video around as much as you can. Thank you”
“Wow, Jim said, you do not pull any punches do you?” “Nope, this could get dangerous. There are some odd things going on in this place and I do not take chances.” “Do you really think that is possible?” “Yeah Jim, I think this is going to be a real shit sandwich.”
Ron immediately uploaded the video to several different websites that he used and it was a done deal. “OK, Jim, that’s it. Now we wait to see what happens. Remember, you cannot discuss this with anyone at all now. Not even a friend and especially not the police, unless I am there.” “ Got it, thanks Mr. Horner.”
“Just call me Ron. I suspect we both think alike on many issues.” As he was leaving, Mr. Horner said, “oh yeah, next time you see Rocco, say hi for me.” With a surprised look on his face, Jim left the office and went home. As he left, Jim noticed a police car behind him, just following along. They followed him for a little ways, but then turned off.
The meeting of the mayor and all involved was turning into a free for all. Once the mayor got everyone quiet, he asked legal where they were on this. What do we do next? Chantry said, “ it is a tough one. The facts are this. The wrong house on the wrong street, an innocent woman and boy killed, the house was trashed, personal possessions were removed, and no one even said I am sorry. Oh, and let us not forget the dog. The husband has never been in trouble, he has an honorable discharge, and a steady job, and they even go to church. Did I miss anything? Anything? To be crude about this, so you will understand, all of our nuts are in a vise and he will stop squeezing when he wants to.” “But we did not shoot them, the damn frenchies did,” Said the chief. “Well, we are going to have to give up someone; the judge is going to demand it. I am just a lawyer giving advice; I do not determine how you all want to handle it, thank God. One thing you might do is contact the DOJ, since they are the ones that gave you the French helpers. Let them decide. Pass the buck.” “Now that is an excellent idea,” said the mayor. “At least we are not alone in this.” “ I would not be so sure,” said Chantry, “The government is very careful of their involvement in certain things, and this will probably be one of those.” “We will contact them anyway, and see. Anything else Mr. Chantry?” “Yes, they are asking for $100 million bucks. You might go ahead and decide what your counter offer might be to settle outside of court, because if it goes to court, you will lose completely, all of you.” Damn! It was a very good thing that the video had already been completed and posted. It was also getting thousands of hits and was spreading through the net like wildfire. The very next day a visitor pulled up in front of Jim’s house. He was up and had a cup of coffee, but was not expecting this. “Can I help you? Pretty early to be bothering people,” Said Jim Flashing his FBI credentials, agent Roberts said he was here concerning the matter of his family’s deaths and wanted to discuss it. For a moment, Jim thought cool, the government will get to the bottom of this. Then he remembered what the lawyer said and suddenly realized this was weird. “I am sorry, but my lawyer says I cannot discuss this with anyone without him present.” “Well, that is fine, I need to discuss this with him also. Let’s go take care of it. Do you want a ride with me or do you want to drive?” Jim thought oh hell no, “I will drive myself thank you.”
Entering the law office, Jim introduced Mr. Roberts, stating he was from the FBI. “How can we help you Mr. Roberts,” asked Ron? “Gentlemen, I am here officially. These papers here put a seal on all proceedings of this problem from here on out. There will be no discussion with the media or anyone else. This involves national security and we will prosecute. We do wish you had not posted that video, but we will ignore that.” Jim was astounded. Ron was immediately on guard. “OK,” said Ron, “we have filed a lawsuit, how does the government see this progressing?” “I am on my way to a meeting with the mayor and police staff after I leave here. They will agree to a settlement, there will be no court hearings. The shooters names will not be revealed. In fact, they will be told to settle for the amount you requested and they will do so immediately. Any problems from them or you and we will take action ourselves.” “What the hell” said Jim! “Who the f*** are you to tell us we have to conform to what you say? And why are their French police on the force here?” It was out before he could stop it and there was no taking it back.
“Sir, there are no French police involved in this. That would not be legal and it makes no sense. Forget about that before someone decides you might need psychiatric help.” Ron jumped in. “It’s OK, we will follow it the way the FBI says we will. We will accept that settlement and not push anymore. Isn’t that right Jim?” Jim was silent, staring at Ron and the agent, thinking of the problems involved. Jim was no dummy. “Yes sir, we will do that. We will accept the money and drop it from here on out.”
“Excellent, then I will head over to the mayors and tell them how it is going to work. Oh, be very sure that you do not discuss this with anyone else. I really don’t want anything to happen to you.”
After he left, Jim turned to Ron in anger. “What the f***! You just rolled over!” “Calm down Jim, we have no choice. He has the authority to shut us all up. I do not know what is going on, but we both just got a calm quiet threat. There were no Frenchmen, it is over and everything is hunky dory. He threatened you with a mental institution and I think that was one of his nicer options. Just between you and me though, something serious is going on and we need to be really careful. Now, do not talk to the police, the mayor, or anyone else involved at all without me present. Also, we cannot talk to anyone else.” Smiling, Jim said, “bet they are pissed at the video.” They both started laughing. “Well, what we do now Jim, is sit back and wait to see what happens. The ball is in someone else’s court and I am not sure whose.”
As Mr. Roberts got in his car to go see the mayor and police representatives, he thought what a f*** up. These yokels have managed to really shit their beds. Making a mental note about Preston and his lawyer, he decided to put them on a watch list. He was not sure they would roll over and let it go. Walking into the mayor’s office, he told the secretary that he was Mr. Roberts and the mayor was expecting him. “Yes sir, they are expecting you. Follow me please.” She led him down a hall to a small conference room. He could hear them talking and arguing before the door opened. After that it was deathly quiet. “Good morning Gentlemen, I am Mr. Roberts from the DOJ. This is a classified meeting so I am going to read off a list of who should be here. When I say your name, please come up and show me your ID. After that, we will get on with the proceedings.” The mayor, city manager, Chief of police, internal affairs, and officers were all looking at each other nervously. The French officers were standing separately, talking among themselves and smiling. “First thing, our personnel from the UN, I would like to verify your ID before we start.” Comparing their IDs to the information he already had he was satisfied of their identities. “Gentlemen, I have a letter here from your superiors at the UN. You are to leave immediately and report to your commander. You will not be coming back here for any reason at all. There is a car out front waiting to take you now. Thank you, and goodbye.” Angered and surprised, Mr. Aucoin started to argue. Interrupting him, Roberts said “your commander demands it! Now go!” Reading off the names of the others, Roberts verified that everyone was there, except for one gentleman not on his list. “Sir, what is your name, and why are you here?” “I am Ben Chantry, I represent legal affairs for the department.” “Hmm, OK, let me see your ID.” After checking his ID, Roberts said “OK, now we will discuss this problem. Well, more accurately I will tell you what we are going to do. Understand me with this. This meeting is classified. You will not discuss this with anyone or I do promise you a cell in a forgotten place with no phone or lawyers. Do I make myself clear?” Now they were all scared and one by one nodded in agreement that they understood. “Good, now, the way I understand it is this. You went to arrest someone but ended up on the wrong street and wrong house. Busting in the door, the French representatives killed a mother, her son, and the family dog. Then you all trashed the house and stole personal items from the Preston family. Now there is a major lawsuit in the works naming you all here. And because of the French that is why I am here and why I just sent them packing. Does that sound accurate enough?” Several were nodding, but the police chief started defending themselves. “The woman had a shotgun and the kid had a knife and..” “Shut up,” said Roberts. “I do not give a f*** about that. I would not be having problems if she had just killed you all. Here is the deal. The French are gone and did not exist. None of you are going to be blamed for this and no one is going to prison or disappear. In fact, there will be no record of this after today. Do you understand this?” Scared now, they all agreed by nodding. “Good I am glad to see that you have a little bit of intelligence. I have already assured the cooperation of Mr. Preston and his lawyer and the government is going to pay the lawsuit to them. Now listen, Mr. Preston is actually a good citizen that got screwed. You will not contact him, you will not harass him, and you will not even give him a speeding ticket. Every one of you will stay away from Mr. Preston and any of his friends. Do you understand that?” In unison they all nodded in shock. “Good, now you are all out of this, it never happened. We did not have this meeting. And chief, you might teach your officers how to read numbers and addresses in the future. Goodbye and please do not make me come back. That would not be good for any of you.” As he was heading to his car, Roberts was analyzing in his mind. Hoping he had not missed anything. Hopefully, in a few weeks this would all drift away, especially that damn video. His bosses were not happy and neither was the UN or State Department. Inside the meeting room, there was dead silence. None of them could quite come to terms as to what just run over them. The mayor started up. “Does anyone want to talk about this? Do we need to discuss this at all?” The lawyer from legal said he made it clear. “They have the authority and the power to destroy each of us. I think we got off lucky. The lawsuit is gone and we did not have to pay for it. Hopefully Preston will leave us alone too.” “I guess there is a light at the end of that tunnel,” said the mayor. “Well, I think we are done and everyone knows what they should not do, right?? Nods all around the room verified agreement. “OK, back to normal business then. None of this happened.”
People talk. People always talk. Larry Franklin was new. Six months ago he had been active duty army in Afghanistan. Two days before he was due to rotate to the states his vehicle had a near miss with an incoming rocket while on the loop around Bagram Air Base. His wounds were minor, but it killed three other people. After three tours over there he figured it was enough. Due to reenlist, Larry decided to get out and try civilian life. Finding an opening with the local police, he decided to apply. It seems there were few applications with any kind training and veterans got first shot. So off to police academy he went. Now he was a policeman. Larry found himself on duty with veteran officer Richards. He really disliked the guy, as he was a total ass and a drunk. Larry took over the driving. His partner sat in the shotgun side fussing about some rich guy named Preston and how he would like a chance to “put him down.” “Why do you dislike Preston so much?” “uh, that the ass that sued us and got a hundred million bucks from the government for it” “What, how does that work?” “There was a really big screw up and his family got killed and he sued us for it and the government stepped in. Oh, I am not supposed to talk about it at all, forget anything I said.” Frowning, Larry said, “sure, no problem.” But he had a lot of questions about it. As Richards started getting sleepy he said, “yep, got a plan. That bastard will disappear before long. Simms will fix him.” Then he nodded off not even realizing he spoke out loud. Larry had a bad feeling about that. He figured he better be on his guard just in case. There were some good cops on the force, but too many bad ones also.
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Post by raymond on Apr 16, 2017 17:38:41 GMT -6
Thanks, Dallanta, I am really glad you discovered quotation marks. I am even more really, really glad you are providing us with such a great story. Too bad the Frenchies didn't run a red light and get caught on camera. Or equally get caught up and interviewed in the TV news making a campaign video. Maybe their car will have a blowout and Goober from the local garage will tow it into Mayberry, just down from Doosieville.
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