Killing The Blood Cleaner (27 page)

FORTY

There was a light wind blowing off the river, gently tossing the silver moss in the oaks beside Jack’s State house. In an hour it would be sunset and the view from the back porch would be rivers of fire in the sky as the sun went down over the marsh. Tacy pulled her truck next to Jack’s car and looked over at the twisted metal of the wreck which had started it all. The porch was freshly swept and the door to the house was open.

“Jack, are you here?” she called as she stepped into the house. She noticed the portrait of Robert E. Lee over the fireplace mantle had been replaced by a large framed print of the ocean. “What have you done with General Lee?” she asked as she entered and looked around.

Jack appeared from the kitchen wearing a red apron along with a trailing cloud of aromatic smells. In his hand was a bottle of champagne. “General Lee now watches over my bed. I understand he was quite a voyeur in his time,” Jack said as he approached, bottle in hand. He stepped toward her and pulled her close. “I got you your job back. Are we still friends?” he said kissing her and running his hand down her back. He pushed back slightly and admired her in the flowered sun dress which highlighted her tanned body.

“Yes we are friends, you nut,” she said kissing him back and running her hands down his back. “You saved me from that monster and you got my job back. I want to have your baby,” she cooed. “But don’t worry, I have taken my medicine so that won’t happen right away.”

“Actually, it wasn’t me who saved you. It was the monster hog family. Never mess with a thousand pound adversary with tusks,” Jack replied. “I have indentured myself to the prison to get your job back and make amends,” he continued. “But I am getting to like it around here,” he said kissing her and running his hands along the sides of her sheer dress.

She stepped back and with two quick tugs to the shoulder strings of the dress dropped it to the floor. Jack could not help but stare as she stood naked, once again, before him. “What do you like about it here?” she said coyly.

“Well, there is really good fishing and barbecue. They have gambling at the Church during the week. Housing is very inexpensive and the people are nice. There is very little crime outside of the prison as everyone packs a weapon. You can leave your doors open,” he said as he took in her tanned, sexy presence. “From a clinical perspective, the place is a medical museum of pathology. You can see diseases here every day you can only read about in books in Atlanta,” he said stepping toward her and running his hands gently down her soft, tight fanny. “Oh, and yes, some of the women are quite hot. Especially the athletic ones who like to fish.”

“Would you like to try one on?” she said smiling as she ran her hands under his apron and began pulling him toward the bedroom.

“I had planned on champagne and dinner first, but I think you are changing my mind,” he said kissing her passionately and following her to the bedroom after placing the bottle on a table.

“Are you sure it is your mind that is changing,” she said pushing him back on the bed and removing his shoes and socks. The dog, Slick, lay comfortably on his back on the floor, enjoying the scene, his breeding equipment fully exposed.

Jack looked up at General Lee as she removed Jack’s pants. “I am sorry Sir, but I am going to surrender,” he said in a heavy voice. Suddenly they both stopped as the siren at the prison went off with its familiar wail. “Damn,” Jack said, as his cell phone went off with the special emergency ring.

Tacy sauntered over to the dresser and picked up Jack’s cell phone. “Yes, Dr. Randolph and I will be right there.”

In a few minutes, Beulah Burns turned her binoculars to the car pushing up a cloud of red dust around the perimeter of the prison. She then turned her view to the small cloud of smoke emanating from behind one of the buildings inside the fence. She put down the binoculars and picked up the black telephone receiver and pressed a worn speed dial button. “Warden, Doctor Jack is on his way. Nurse Tacy is right beside him. I think we got us a new doctor.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Davis Hewitt is a writer and attorney in Atlanta, Georgia. He is the author of the murder thriller, KILLING THE BLOOD CLEANER. Davis is a former Assistant Attorney General for the State of Georgia and has represented the Georgia Department of Corrections and the Georgia Bureau of Investigation and their wardens, agents and employees in hundreds of cases. He has also been lead counsel in numerous large, class action suits involving the Georgia prison system. To learn more about Davis, his books and events, please visit his blog at
https://www.davishewitt.com