09-02-2020, 12:32 PM
Mom laughed, as I knew she would. "Thanks, Justin. Somehow or another, your Dad got tickets to a movie premier, and no I don't know which one, but I'd really like to go. I'll probably be gone by the time you get here. I've already called for a taxi to the airport. Love you kids!"
"We know, Mom. We love you, too."
Before I could even hang up the phone Rosemary was texting Steph.
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Michael, Rosemary, and I were sitting in Grandpa's driveway at 5:30 in the morning. I knew he would see us out there, but I wanted to let him know I waited fifteen minutes for him to get moving this morning. It's not often I get to pull his leg, and I wanted to enjoy it today. Someone being late for an appointment or having to wait for anything was a real bugaboo to him, and I knew he would see the humor.
He wasn't going to have any of it this morning though. He opened the door and stuck his head out. "Well, since you are here on time for a change you have time for a cup of coffee before we go. Michael, I have a glass of orange juice poured for you." All I could do was shake my head. You have to get up really early to put one over on Grandpa.
Grandma was up, too, and she had made some of her delicious cinnamon rolls for us. We might have been a few minutes late leaving, but even Grandpa couldn't complain since he was the last one through eating his second one. I borrowed one of his travel mugs for the trip. He had coffee mugs that stayed with you for a while, holding 24 oz.'s. I decided right then and there, since we were going to have to make a pit stop on the way we'd stop at the Flying J Truckstop in Eloy. I was going to buy one of my own there. I have a really nice stainless steel travel mug, but it only holds 12 oz. It just runs out to fast.
Michael was driving his Escalade, so I jumped in the back seat with Rosemary and allowed Grandpa to sit in the front. He wasn't very excited about Rosemary cutting school to go with us today, but he acceded to her argument that it was her house too, and besides, she was with me when we found the locked room and she wanted a chance to see what was in it.
Grandpa waited until we were well outside of town and there was little traffic around us before he started discussing the day. "As you know, the Sheriff himself is meeting us at the house at ten o'clock this morning. I think that will probably take up a couple of hours, maybe more, but I really doubt it. It isn't like this is an active case they are dealing with, and it is pretty cut and dried what happened. I really want to keep things contained in the basement. I see no need for anyone to be traipsing about upstairs. Now that is the easy part."
"Last evening, I called a friend of mine who is also a friend of the Union Pacific CEO and managed to convince him I needed to speak to the CEO on urgent business beneficial to the railroad before this morning. I would not tell him what it was, but asked him to give the CEO a call on my behalf, telling him it had to do with the Samuel Johnson case. I said to check the company history if the name didn't ring a bell, and then to please give me a call."
"Well, it was about an hour later I received a call from the gentleman, who seemed rather hesitant to talk with me. I'm sure he was expecting a scam or a hoax was about to be played on him, but fortunately my friend was able to convince him I'm legit. I told him I believed we had found Samuel Johnson, and that we had found two Southern Pacific trunks that were still locked. I suggested he might want to come down personally, or at the very least send a senior official and the appropriate security detachment to recover their property. He himself is flying down here, but he can't get here before about one o'clock. Michael, could I presume upon you to meet him at the airport and bring him out here to the house?"
"Certainly. I'll be happy to be of help."
"Thank you. I knew I could count on you."
"Now, I have said nothing to the Sheriff about any of the Southern Pacific tie-in, neither did I make any representation to the CEO about what was in the chests. The last thing in the world I want is for word to get out about them until they are out of our hands. I really don't think anyone could put together a robbery that quickly, but I want to be safe, and I want as little publicity about all of this as we can get by with. I will do my best to keep everything as an 'undisclosed location' and 'clients who wish to remain anonymous' as much as I can, but I'm sure some of it will leak out. I really would not like to have a bunch of TV trucks lined up and down the street and reporters with microphones sticking them in our faces as we come and go. We may need to keep clear of the house for a few days until the furor dies down if it gets out."
"We know, Mom. We love you, too."
Before I could even hang up the phone Rosemary was texting Steph.
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Michael, Rosemary, and I were sitting in Grandpa's driveway at 5:30 in the morning. I knew he would see us out there, but I wanted to let him know I waited fifteen minutes for him to get moving this morning. It's not often I get to pull his leg, and I wanted to enjoy it today. Someone being late for an appointment or having to wait for anything was a real bugaboo to him, and I knew he would see the humor.
He wasn't going to have any of it this morning though. He opened the door and stuck his head out. "Well, since you are here on time for a change you have time for a cup of coffee before we go. Michael, I have a glass of orange juice poured for you." All I could do was shake my head. You have to get up really early to put one over on Grandpa.
Grandma was up, too, and she had made some of her delicious cinnamon rolls for us. We might have been a few minutes late leaving, but even Grandpa couldn't complain since he was the last one through eating his second one. I borrowed one of his travel mugs for the trip. He had coffee mugs that stayed with you for a while, holding 24 oz.'s. I decided right then and there, since we were going to have to make a pit stop on the way we'd stop at the Flying J Truckstop in Eloy. I was going to buy one of my own there. I have a really nice stainless steel travel mug, but it only holds 12 oz. It just runs out to fast.
Michael was driving his Escalade, so I jumped in the back seat with Rosemary and allowed Grandpa to sit in the front. He wasn't very excited about Rosemary cutting school to go with us today, but he acceded to her argument that it was her house too, and besides, she was with me when we found the locked room and she wanted a chance to see what was in it.
Grandpa waited until we were well outside of town and there was little traffic around us before he started discussing the day. "As you know, the Sheriff himself is meeting us at the house at ten o'clock this morning. I think that will probably take up a couple of hours, maybe more, but I really doubt it. It isn't like this is an active case they are dealing with, and it is pretty cut and dried what happened. I really want to keep things contained in the basement. I see no need for anyone to be traipsing about upstairs. Now that is the easy part."
"Last evening, I called a friend of mine who is also a friend of the Union Pacific CEO and managed to convince him I needed to speak to the CEO on urgent business beneficial to the railroad before this morning. I would not tell him what it was, but asked him to give the CEO a call on my behalf, telling him it had to do with the Samuel Johnson case. I said to check the company history if the name didn't ring a bell, and then to please give me a call."
"Well, it was about an hour later I received a call from the gentleman, who seemed rather hesitant to talk with me. I'm sure he was expecting a scam or a hoax was about to be played on him, but fortunately my friend was able to convince him I'm legit. I told him I believed we had found Samuel Johnson, and that we had found two Southern Pacific trunks that were still locked. I suggested he might want to come down personally, or at the very least send a senior official and the appropriate security detachment to recover their property. He himself is flying down here, but he can't get here before about one o'clock. Michael, could I presume upon you to meet him at the airport and bring him out here to the house?"
"Certainly. I'll be happy to be of help."
"Thank you. I knew I could count on you."
"Now, I have said nothing to the Sheriff about any of the Southern Pacific tie-in, neither did I make any representation to the CEO about what was in the chests. The last thing in the world I want is for word to get out about them until they are out of our hands. I really don't think anyone could put together a robbery that quickly, but I want to be safe, and I want as little publicity about all of this as we can get by with. I will do my best to keep everything as an 'undisclosed location' and 'clients who wish to remain anonymous' as much as I can, but I'm sure some of it will leak out. I really would not like to have a bunch of TV trucks lined up and down the street and reporters with microphones sticking them in our faces as we come and go. We may need to keep clear of the house for a few days until the furor dies down if it gets out."
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