Tied to Deception: A Wayne Hemmerson Chronicle

By Patricia Goodman

From the mastermind of suspense comes another must read. In this engaging new thriller, Goodman's true nature defines itself. Her characters navigate dangerous courses; and the most trusted officials are corrupt. They must be dealt with swiftly; deliberate action must be taken to protect stolen identities and those who remain loyal. If not, N.A.B.O.U.N.G. will be forced to defend itself; and that could very well risk exposing some of the highest-ranking officials in the country. Every curse has a magic potion to dispel it; the government has conjured up N.A.B.O.U.N.G. it's time they prove what they are made of...or die trying.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477282960

Patricia Goodman

Patricia is a native of New York who now resides in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. She lives with her husband, Wilbur: and the two youngest of four children. She is retired from the County Public Defender's office, which serves as a back drop for her novels; fueled with lies and deception to create drama. This is the second of her full-length action adult drama novels, of which she anticipates creating a six-part action packed suspense filled series. Stay tuned; there's more to come in the Wayne Hemmerson Chronicles. Hold on tight; the intregging race against deception has just begun! Happy reading!

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Tied To Deception

A Wayne Hemmerson Chronicle

Patricia Goodman

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/27/2012

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Dedications

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

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Acknowledgements

Grateful acknowledgments are made to:

All of the agents at Authorhouse for their belief and support in this endeavor. A very special thank you to Roy Galbraith of Authorhouse; who encouraged me to write with imagination.

I gratefully acknowledge my husband, Wilbur and to my daughter Eva Patrice and my youngest son, Jay for their contributions of insightful suggestions and feedback.

Additionally, to my cat Mr. Thomas, who sat with me while I wrote.

My greatest acknowledgement goes to my God, who gave me the concentration to ponder, the imagination to create, and the determination to embrace the will to explore the possibilities.

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Dedications

I lovingly dedicate this novel to my husband, Wilbur, whom I graciously thank for his support during my thrashing of his intellect when he wanted to do that irrational thing called, sleep.

I affectionally dedicate this book to my daughter, Eva Patrice, who has been my ultimate enthusiast and to my youngest son, Jay, whose enthusiasm is second only to his sister’s. Also to my elder sons, Jevon and Eric, who are the joys of my life.

To my sister Carol, who is my and most thoughtful critic.

With honor and respect I dedicate the Wayne Hemmerson Chronicles to Government Agents, Law Enforcement and those of the Military. May God bless and protect you and your families.

And last but not least, I lovingly dedicate this novel to David, the electric guitarist, who set excitement and passion in my soul to enjoy what I do.

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Prologue

Mc Carthy walked to the far end of the park, approaching the third bench from the end. Sitting, he waited for his contact. He glimpsed his watch, it was nine-thirty-two; his contact was late. It was fifteen minutes later before he showed up.

Good evening, McCarthy, removing his leather gloves, he shook his hand. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, he said austerely, his authority prominent by his tone.

No Sir, McCarthy lied, I myself just arrived.

The weather is certainly changing. General Medina patted his arms at the night’s chill. I think the weather is getting colder. It may be an extremely chilly winter this year, he said sitting next to McCarthy. McCarthy gave him an appeasing nod. Medina gazed at the heavens, breathing deeply, he chuckled,

Life is a wonderful thing, McCarthy. A wonderful, mysterious thing, he said, holding his steady gaze of the sky. Then he asked,

So, what is it that you called me out on a beautiful night as this? I should be at home with my wife and grandchildren. McCarthy looked to the heavens, hoping to glimpse what was holding Medina’s attention.

Sir, I apologize for interrupting your evening, but I think we have a problem.

You think there’s a problem or do you know there’s a problem McCarthy, which is it? Medina asked.

There is a problem, Sir, McCarthy corrected himself.

Okay McCarthy, there’s a problem, Medina interrupted, such as… what? he faced him directly.

Sir, I think someone was in my apartment today?

In your apartment; for what reason?

I think they were looking for the book, Sir.

The book, did they find it?

No Sir, I have it, McCarthy said pulling it from his jacket. Medina looked confused.

Then if you have it, the intruder was unsuccessful in finding it. You must have hidden it well, so what’s the problem here, McCarthy?

Well the book is safe, Sir, but if they’re searching my place for it, they must suspect I have it. If they find out I’m involved, there could be a lot of trouble for me.

Are you getting squeamish now McCarthy?

If you’re asking if I’m concerned about getting mixed up in this up to my neck, the answer is yes.

You’re already into this up to your eye balls. This is no time to have second thoughts, McCarthy. You should have thought of the consequences before you took your share of the pay off.

No one said anything to me about murder.

Murder… you should have been concerned about murder when you gave the order to hit that young girl. You backed yourself into that corner; don’t come running to me about your mistakes, Medina warned.

It’s not just my mistakes, Sir. You gave the order to recruit our last member. Now that he’s dead, they’re investigating Federal, which begins with me, McCarthy reminded him.

Begins with you, and ends with you, Medina said, It’s why you were bought in, to control your men. You’ve got a lot of resources at your disposal; I suggest you get to using them.

And the breaking into of my place, what do I do about that?

Do whatever pleases you, just don’t stir the waters. This is near its end. Once we inform our man that we have possession of the book, we’re all free to rid ourselves of this organization.

So what are we talking, destroying NABOUNG?

The hell with NABOUNG, it’s too powerful for us to get our hands dirty trying to destroy or expose it. It’ll destroy itself in time. We’ll pull out and disappear before all of this comes to light. We’ll be back in the old country, sipping wine made from our own vines, Medina smiled.

So what are we to do about Graham’s department? I think they’re suspecting me, they’ve begun inquiring about our man.

Don’t start shaking in your boots now McCarthy, they’re all men, they can all die.

Calling more attention to ourselves isn’t the answer, Sir, McCarthy said. We can’t kill a whole division.

It’s not called gaining attention, it’s called tying up loose ends. We know how to eliminate whole units; you should know that by now. As long as no one knows I’m part of this conspiracy, the more clout I have to draw on my resources. Keep an eye on things at the office, we’ll do the rest.

Well, that clears you General, but I’ve got a lot more to lose here. And what am I supposed to do with this, put it back?

That’s exactly what you do. If they find it, we’ll call it foul play, it was a plant, Medina said standing. McCarthy stood as well.

And stop whining, you’re a squaddie, act like one. I’ll be in touch… soon… Take care of yourself, McCarthy, and relax… we’ll take care of Graham’s boys, and we’ll take care of Greggs, he said firmly patting McCarthy’s arm as he turned and walked away.

Enjoy the night! he waved with his gloves, glancing up at the sky, disappearing down the darkened lane. McCarthy sat back to the bench and lit a cigarette, this thoughts on how he’d get out of this horrific mess.

Tied To

Deception

A Wayne Hemmerson Chronicle

Book Two

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Chapter One

Wayne and Elena were married for seven years. Their personalities, different as night and day, but no one could refute they loved one another, unconditionally. Wayne was a master laminator at a fiberglass plant; Elena worked as a paralegal for the county’s public defender’s office. When Elena met Wayne, he was vacationing at the county jail, serving a sentence for back child support for adult children. Elena laughed at the idea that a man should be forced by the courts to support his own children, especially for full-fledged children. She thought it dully amusing since she’d recently been forced to take the same measures with her ex-husband, Sam. Elena thought it a blessing to be rid of Sam and his passive attitude. She’d had virtually no contact with him after the divorce which also meant no financial backing from him either; because of it she was struggling financially. When she married Wayne, that burden lifted, along with many other burdens Sam had left her to carry alone. Sam never paid the first cent of alimony, but that didn’t matter after Elena began dating Wayne. He picked up where Sam left off, reassuming all financial responsibilities as well as other obligations, if the truth be told.

Wayne married young and divorced early on before things really turned ugly. He quickly took on the role as an unattached male and had known as a devout bachelor for over twenty-five years. Elena, new at the game, had been divorced three years when she met Wayne. Their whirlwind courtship celebrated in marriage after a few short months. Within the week after the prenuptials, they moved to Charleston, Wayne taking an advanced position at the local fiberglass plant as one of its top executives. His extensive expertise in fiberglass and the knowledge of its components landed him this well-deserved position. A position Wayne jumped at, offering him a salary increase of almost three times the pay earned in Cramdon. Of course he couldn’t refuse such an offer.

Wayne had a son and daughter by his first marriage to Margareta, Elena also had a son and a daughter from her previous marriage to Sam. Edda; was the elder of the two of Elena’s clique, a freshman at the local college, her major, Law; the same as her mothers. Jay was the youngest, a sophomore in high school, no doubt destined to become a great inventor of some kind in the electronic field.

Wayne and Elena had temporarily taken custody of Wayne’s best friend’s daughter. He had recently lost his wife in a tragic accident and was incapable of caring for his daughter in his weakened emotional state. Beyond that, he had been a bachelor as long as Wayne, having never married until he set eyes on his wife Elizabeth. He was a traveling salesman and couldn’t devote much time to his daughter’s personal care. Wayne suggested taking custody of the child until matters of the infant’s welfare cleared up, Elena hesitantly, agreed. The baby’s name was Elizabeth, named after her mother. Elena called her Beth. Although this man was Wayne’s best friend, in seven years she’d never met him, not even after accepting the responsibility of caring for the infant. She’d spoken briefly to him several times by telephone, never once face to face. Elena questioned this odd friendship, even more so, her willingness to accept this outlandish proposal of rearing a child she knew nothing about except what Wayne had cautiously confided in her.

Wayne’s request at the start of the marriage was for Elena to consent to having a child, or should it be said, a son. There were no other choices; it would have to be a boy. The rulers of fate would just have to be of the same mind. After seven years of trying every concept known to mortal man to conceive, Elena reached the age of forty. It was time she gave up the idea. But, one rainy morning three weeks ago, Elena’s gynecologist called with the news that her yearly physical proved her to be in the family way. Elena was astonished, more or less that, the possibility actually turned into factually, needless to say, she was ecstatic. Elena thought it ironic that she becomes pregnant now, when she had a newborn in the house.

She knew this is what Wayne wanted from the very beginning. With the joy of confirming his desire had blossomed into reality, she waited until there were only absolutes of wellbeing concerning her and the baby’s health during her pregnancy. At the age of forty, her gynecologist conveyed there might be slight complications. She suggested she submit to testing to ensure the infants birth be a healthy one, Elena agreed without question.

Elena withheld her happy news until the entire series of testing had been completed and established it safe to continue with the pregnancy. It had been three weeks since Elena heard the news. When she had the doctor’s approval, she prepared to tell Wayne the news.

Two nights later, Wayne came home at two in the morning. He hadn’t bothered to come home from work or to call to give excuses of why he wouldn’t be, but continued straight away to his secret rendezvous. Only God knew to where, or why, or with whom he was meeting. Wayne was involved in mysterious activities; his strange behavior had always been shrouded in deception since the beginning of their marriage. Elena, thinking this the result of being a bachelor for such a length of time, she hoped over the course of seven years it would have changed, it hadn’t. Whatever it was that beckoned him that afternoon, it held his attention until the wee hours of the morning. When he finally decided to grace Elena with his presence, he was so intoxicated he fell asleep the moment he lay to the bed. He wouldn’t have heard her announcement if she had used a blow horn. Angry at his behavior, she withheld the blessed news. The following night he was home, on time. His attentiveness of her was of an apologetic nature more than of a romantic gesticulation, it was not appreciated by Elena, she withheld her news another night.

Wayne hadn’t fairly given Elena the opportunity to tell him his wish had been granted, but Elena decided the following night would be the perfect time to reveal her secret. She rose early the next morning, hoping to find Wayne still at home to share a cup of coffee, but he had already left for work. Disappointed she had missed him, she concluded with him out of the way it would give her more time to plan her surprise dinner and set the stage for her romantic evening.

Satisfied, Elena felt she had every base covered. She had thought of every detail to make this a perfect night, now all she had to do was follow her well thought out plan. The first thing on her ‘To Do List’ was to visit the neighborhood grocery store. She hoped to buy freshly caught Shrimp, fat and plump, she’d sear them on her stove top grill. He had a passion for linguini in cream sauce, her specialty. Italian thin crusted bread, a lightly tossed salad and a nice white wine. She’d prepare an Italian crème layer cake for desert. It would be perfect.

She wrapped Beth in her warm snowsuit and strapped her into her car seat; they were going grocery shopping. The morning air was above the normally cold weather. Christmas was coming and they would soon be into their last few weeks of the year. The morning was dreary and misty, hastening Elena’s brisk walk, attempting to get them both out of the weather. The drive didn’t take long, and getting a parking space near the store’s entrance was pure luck. Once inside the super market, she loosened the snuggly fitted blankets and removed Beth’s furry pink hat. Settling her, she tucked her in the child’s seat on the shopping cart. Beth was in a pleasant mood, her eyes, bright and alert; it made Elena smile.

While they were shopping, a man dressed in black slacks, a white button down shirt and short leather jacket, kept showing up, continuously. Isle after isle she passed him, he having the same groceries at every pass. Becoming suspicious of him, Elena immediately checked out at the cashiers with the few groceries she had.

Getting to her car quickly, she strapped baby Beth into her seat while the bagboy loaded her bags in the front seat. When she finished tending to Beth, she slipped under the steering wheel, hurriedly tipping the bagboy five dollars. She cranked the engine, getting the inside temperature warm enough for boo-dah-boo, her nickname for baby Beth. Imitating Wayne’s habits, she quickly checked the rear view and side mirrors. She searched for the stranger, turning from side to side, but she didn’t see him anymore.

She called Wayne to complain about the stalking of the stranger, but he didn’t answer his cell phone. Thinking perhaps she was being paranoid, she tried to calm herself. She hurried home, without making any stops along the way. Leaving the groceries in the car, she scurried inside with Beth to call Wayne, again. For the second time, he didn’t answer. Frustrated, she slammed the phone to the receiver. Going to the window she pulled back the drapes, expecting to see the stranger but no one was there. She realized she was suspicious over something that probably meant nothing. Somehow, something was creeping inside her, overwhelming her, she felt something was terribly wrong. Brushing the nauseated feeling aside, she removed Beth’s jump suit and hat and then she warmed another bottle for her. She pressed Wayne’s number again; still he didn’t answer. She was growing more anxious, tenser, panicky, remembering the unpleasant incident of the attack on him a few months back by street thugs. She thought on whom could she call to help relieve her of her apprehensions? Thinking first of Doris, she thought she would probably be busy in court. The kids were in class, no need to upset them with her insecurities. She would have to deal with the situation on her own.

Seating herself, she cradled Beth while feeding her. Rocking her, she hummed an unrehearsed melody. The breaking in her tone indicated her nervousness as well as her unfamiliarity with the tune. She closed her eyes trying to relax, but her mind was closing in on her. Prissy weaved around her feet wanting to be petted, but Elena had other things on her mind besides pacifying Prissy’s need for attention.

She attempted to calm herself, knowing infants, children, and animals sensed fear or anxiety. She continued to cradle Beth and soon she’d drifted off into a peaceful sleep, but Elena didn’t lay her down, she held on to her as if she were a security blanket. As she watched baby Beth sleep, the tension and uneasiness started to subside, but the sudden knock at the door was reason enough to jump in trepidation. Laying Beth to the chair, she covered the sleeping infant with her blanket. Taking precautions, she answered with the chain on. As she turned the doorknob, her heart sped up, thinking the stranger had found his way to her home. As she pulled at the door, the crack revealed a new face. A face she didn’t know, nor had she ever seen before. She lessened the crack, leaving barely enough space to talk, only the length of the chain. Spooked from the man she’d seen earlier, she spoke quick, sharp and bold as Wayne had taught her.

Yes; what is it?

Yes ma’am, my name is Walworth, Carl Walworth. I’m ah friend of, Wayne’s, excuse me, I mean Mister Hemmerson, he said, glancing down at the ground. His voice familiar, she’d heard it before, but when?

Well, he’s not here. You’ll have to come back later, around six or so, she said, attempting to shove closed the door.

The stranger held his hand to it preventing it from closing. The sudden gesture scared an already frightened, Elena.

Hum, excuse me ma’am, I’d like to talk to you for a minute please, if I may? he said politely.

Talk to me, about what?

Well, he said, twisting his hat in his hands, trying not to look her directly,

Well ma’am, it’s about Mister Hemmerson… she interrupted him, the terrible gut feeling suddenly gripping her again.

What about Wayne? she asked. What about Wayne I said? At the very mention of his name, fear engrossed her soul, stirring deep within her. Without any more said, she knew something awful had happened to him. Tears swelled in her eyes, her stomach twisted and knotted. Opening the door fully, she looked Walworth squarely, that’s when she realized there was a Police Officer standing with him.

Oh my God, what happened to Wayne? she whispered, covering her mouth.

Um, may we come in, ma’am? Please, it’s a little chilly out here, Walworth said.

Answer the question! she said stridently Is something wrong with Wayne?

Please ma’am, may we come in? I think it would be best, the officer said firmly, stepping around Walworth to the forefront. Although she didn’t know Walworth, his demeanor and something in his voice eased her reluctance to doubt him, trusting him without reason. Realizing the chill in the air had settled on her now clammy skin, she thought it best she invite them inside; submitting to the officer’s persistence.

Yes, yes, please come in, she said, stepping away from the door.

Have a seat, she pointed to the sofa.

No ma’am, it would be better if we stood, the officer said looking down at a sleeping Beth. Walworth’s first instinct was to embrace Beth. However, he was here for another reason other than Elizabeth. The officer spoke sympathetically saying,

Ma’am, maybe you should sit.

No I’ll stand, now what is all of this about? You mentioned my husband, Wayne, what about him?

Well Ma’am, said the officer, there’s been an accident, an explosion out at Costal fiberglass. Elena gasped, holding it; panic gripped her; making it difficult for her to hear the next words spoken by the officer.

I’m sorry ma’am… began the police officer, but Walworth held his hand to the Officer’s chest, stopping him from speaking. Instead, Walworth approached Elena, saying,

I’m sorry to be the one to have to tell you this, he looked her directly, but Mister Hemmerson’s been killed in the explosion. I’m very sorry ma’am.

Elena stunned, grabbed Walworth’s hands, shouting,

You lie! she said, You lie! You’ve mistaken, it can’t be Wayne, she screamed, holding her hand over her mouth again, I didn’t hear anything about an explosion, she backed from them. I would have heard something if there was an explosion, it would have been on the news, someone would have called me, she insisted.

I know this is difficult ma’am, I’m sorry, Walworth said approaching her.

Here, sit down ma’am, said the officer, stepping around Walworth; taking control of the situation.

No, I don’t want to sit down! she insisted. If Wayne is dead then give me proof; proof of what you say! she demanded of them.

It’s all over the news ma’am, the officer nodded to the television set.

Snatching the remote from the table; Elena flipped anxiously through the channels until she reached the Charleston’s local news station. The scene was grim; it showed Firefighters, Police Officers, and ambulances everywhere on the grounds of the Costal Fiberglass Company. Black, thick smoke swirled into the air, bellowing its way past the awe struck emergency rescue workers. Fire shooting from the base of the building was catching onto its sides, spreading like wild fire to the building’s roofs. Fire fighters painstakingly braking windows, as flames met their efforts. Elena glanced franticly, searching for a glimpse of Wayne, but to no avail. The news announcer stepped to the camera, his expression showed the awfulness of the scene as he stated:

Seventeen people were killed in a chemical explosion at the Coastal Fiberglass Company in downtown Charleston this morning. The death rate will be undoubtedly higher as bodies are still being carried from the rubble. What a horrific scene this is here today, folks.

Elena dropped the remote, sinking to the chair, her heart exploded. Walworth caught her arm, holding her.

Have they recovered his body yet? she whispered.

No ma’am, not yet, answered the Officer, but the bodies they have recovered so far are so badly charred that forensics will have to identify the remains. The Officer stepped closer, resting his hand to her shoulder. We have evidence that Mister Hemmerson was in the building when the explosion erupted. I’m very sorry. If there’s anything I can do to assist you ma’am…

It’s okay, Mrs. Hemmerson, I’ve got you, Walworth said leaning in to console her. From that moment on, he never left her side again.

Thank you officer, I can handle this from here, Walworth said.

Are you sure, sir? the officer questioned. Walworth quickly affirmed his ability to console Elena. Elena was speechless and numb; she barely cried. Walworth watched helplessly at her sorrow, saddened for the wife of his friend; remembering his own wife, Elizabeth.

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Within the hour, Doris was at Elena’s Condo. Elena met Doris when she’d moved to Charleston seven years ago. She had taken a part time position as a paralegal at a prominent law firm. Doris was her superior, one of Charleston’s leading Attorneys. They’d become close friends; soon after, Doris began dating her brother-in-law, Jerome, Wayne’s younger brother. At the time of the explosion, Jerome was three hours away in their hometown of Cramdon, visiting his parents. Doris called him; notifying him of Wayne’s death. At the schools, she met Edda and Jay. She stayed at the house a few nights with Elena and the kids.

The next few days caught Elena, Edda, and Jay at a terrible loss after the confirmation of Wayne’s remains being among those recovered in the explosion was not conclusive. Further testing and comparison among other corpses would take another few weeks before positive identification could be proven. Because of the extensive ongoing testing, grief overwhelmed the young family completely. The house shut down and sadness filled the once lively Condo. Immediately Elena’s health had begun to fail. She mourned Wayne so intensely she had to be sedated several times by her private physician. She was dropping weight rapidly; incapable of subduing her vomiting attacks, holding down food of any kind became impossible. She blamed it on her pregnancy, but everyone knew it was from the strain of Wayne’s death; the man that meant life itself to her. Doris monitored her, concerned for her health because of the fatigue, the rapid weight loss, and the weakness bought on from the strain of it all. Wayne’s death was beginning to take a serious Toll on Elena. Doris and Walworth were becoming more concerned as days passed. Not only was she pledged with the knowledge of his death, but soon she would have to make arrangements for his memorial service. That task would surely take her over the edge.

Elena held on to her rosary although she was incapable of praying. She had no prayers to recite, none to help relieve her pain. Her spiritual mind was shutting down, momentarily. Edda sat with Elena, hardly ever leaving her alone, praying, asking God for strength for her mother. Jay was silent through the whole affair; his hurt he carried inside, his emotions stretched to its limit; he missed the man he had come to know as his father. Walworth was good at comforting Elena and he made it his business to never leave her alone, beginning on the day of Wayne’s death. From that moment on, he stayed at the house, sleeping on the sofa at night. Doris slept with Elena, spending as much time with her as possible, but soon her responsibilities at the firm reclaimed her attention and she returned to work the following Tuesday morning. From then on, Walworth was left alone at the house to care for Elena and the family.

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It was one o’clock in the morning, two days before the funeral, when Walworth eye’s opened to the sound of Beth’s cry. He pulled back the covers and sat up. The faint sound of Beth’s cry could barely be heard coming from Elena’s room. Walworth slipped on his pants and headed for the stairs. The house was dark but since his stay, he’d become accustomed to its layout and knew it well in the darkness. When he reached Elena’s room, he paused, listening to see if Elena had been aroused by the sound of Beth’s whimpering. Movement within the room was still. Pushing the door open slowly, he could hear Beth’s whining more clearly. He knocked gently, but Elena was sleeping soundly, not hearing his light taps or Beth’s cries. Walworth realized she had taken more of her prescribed medication for stress; its effects had her sleeping deeply. He crossed the room quietly to Beth’s crib. She was kicking profoundly, agitated at being ignored, having kicked off the covers. Walworth wrapped her with the blanket; gently he scooped her up, holding her to his chest. Her tiny head fit snugly in the palm of his hand, she was growing fast. He softly whispered to her,

Shhhhhh, little girl, he smiled, it’s okay, daddy’s here. He swayed her gently; from side to side he rocked her.

Looking over to the bedside table, he saw her bottle sitting next to the telephone. Crossing the room, he quietly removed her bottle and slipped it in his pants pocket.

Elena was still sleeping, her Bible tucked snuggly underneath her. Walworth knew she slept with it ever since Wayne’s death. Her gown twisted around her legs; her firm thighs exposed by the unwrapped covers of the bed. The straps of her teddy had slipped from her shoulders and fallen to the side of her arm, revealing the upper portion of her full breast. Walworth stared her for a moment, noticing the softness of her darker skin. Her beauty forced him to think of Wayne and his devoted love to her. Removing his gawk off Elena, he refocused his thoughts and immediately got his mind back onto quieting little Beth.

Pulling Beth’s blanket tighter around her, he carried her downstairs to his sofa bed. Taking the bottle from his pocket, he put it on the coffee table. He searched for a diaper in the sunroom; he found one in Beth’s diaper bag. After he changed her, he settled down to feed her. He tended Beth the best he knew, remembering the earlier days of her infancy. While she sucked her bottle, Walworth held his thumb between her tiny fingers, she gripped it firmly, and he smiled. Trying to keep his focus positive, he thought how beautiful Beth would grow to be. Several months had passed and she was beginning to develop similarities of both he, and Elizabeth. She had Elizabeth’s soft, golden hair and light milky complexion, and his long slim physique, including his big feet. He smiled at the thought that one day he’d have to help her pick out shoes.

She had fallen asleep; Walworth wrapped her again in her blanket and laid her down on the sofa bed with him. Before long, they both were sleeping soundly.

Regardless of her deep sorrow, Elena never allowed Beth out of her sight, except to be with Edda. When she awakened she glanced through the slowly fading darkness of the room to Beth’s crib. Not seeing her there, she jumped to her feet. Disorientated and lightheaded she ran to the crib, yanking back the covers. When she didn’t find Beth, she ran to the children’s room, franticly looking for baby Beth, thinking maybe she’d left her with Edda and had forgotten. The calling out of her name awakened Walworth. Sitting up, he looked down at Beth who was sill sleeping. Hearing the panic in Elena’s voice, he knew she was in a frenzied search for Beth. He hurriedly got to his feet, meeting Elena in the hallway at the top of the stairs. She was wearing her teddy and nothing more; still in bare feet.

Walworth! I can’t find Beth! she screamed clutching his shirt.

Calm down, he said, gripping her shoulders, I have Beth; she’s asleep on the sofa.

Elena broke loose, running to the stairs looking down over the banister to Beth. Running down the stairs, she picked her up and held her.

Oh… my boo-dah-boo, she cried, suddenly staring at Walworth; she realized he had removed her from her crib, she yelled,

I dare you take Elizabeth from her bed! she faced him. Don’t you ever do that again. Her hysteria calmed soon after when she realized Beth was safe.

Rocking the now awaked Beth, Elena kissed her. Walworth was stunned by her behavior. Edda and Jay were standing at the banister atop the stairs looking down. Elena rushed past them going to her room; slamming the door behind her. Edda and Jay looked back again at a bewildered Walworth; he was speechless. When Edda and Jay returned to their room, Walworth settled to the sofa; unable to fall asleep. When he thought of Elena’s dramatic scene, he was at a loss for words. However, he realized Wayne had left custody of Beth to Elena. She wasn’t aware he was Beth’s father. To Elena, she was Beth’s protector and he was someone who had suddenly come into their lives. After he thought about it, he was grateful Elena was so strict on the people to whom Beth was exposed; he knew she was safe.

During the next few days, he had several opportunities to bond with Beth and with Wayne’s family. He never took liberties with Beth again, or Edda and Jay without Elena’s approval.

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At the Memorial, Dad mourned Wayne so intensely that he, like Jay, was silent for most of the service. In spite of his grief he remained the pillar of strength for Wayne’s mother. Wayne’s closest sister, Lucinda, whom Wayne affectionately called Lindy, was the most distraught of all; she couldn’t speak to anyone. Jerome, his only brother, mourned him more than words could ever describe. He had left Charleston only two days before Wayne’s death, without talking things over with him, to make his peace after their awful fight. He knew now he’d have to say it to Elena, but first, he was obligated to stay with his parents; the apology would have to wait. When he entered the chapel, he seated Doris, Edda and Jay. Then he made his way to the coffin and stood there. It didn’t matter that there was no body, the hurt was still the same; he had lost his brother. The guests were astounded by Jerome’s likeness to his brother. When he stepped to the front of the chapel, silence fell over the multitude; everyone gazed at Wayne’s thought to be twin. When he returned to his seat, every eye was on him.

Walworth arranged all of the funeral arrangements at Elena’s request. During the memorial service Elena was so heavily sedated that Walworth had to escort her into the Chapel. Throughout the service she was in a stooped daze but Walworth held on to her. Elena held on to Beth, refusing to allow anyone else to keep her. Jerome and Doris escorted Edda and Jay into the chapel and sat with them during the eulogy.

Wayne’s parents, his family of three sisters, their husbands and children, his ex-wife Margareta and their daughter, Marcia whom they called Marcy, and their son, named Chandler, attended the service. Wayne’s son looked Italian Caucasian as his mother was. His height and characteristics were that of Wayne’s. His daughter, fair skinned like him; resembled him more so than his son did. Both were cordial toward Elena and the kids, greeting them kindly and happy to see the remainder of his family, even under these unpleasant circumstances. Many of Wayne’s coworkers from the plant attended the service, as well as News Reporters from the local newspapers.

Local Law Enforcement who was on the scene of the tragedy was also in attendance of the Memorial. Walworth requested the media remain in the lobby during the memorial, the funeral being closed to the public. Craig, the proprietor of the Seashore night club, Clara, from pardon and parole, Officer Tim Clayton from the sheriff’s department, Howard Bob Taylor the courthouse janitor, all from Cramdon County were in attendance. Paul Raynaud and Betty Miller along with others from the F.B.I., all attended the memorial held for him.

The explosion was so intense; half of the bodies were never recovered or either burned beyond recognition, Wayne was one of these. Elena, Edda, and Jay mourned even more so because of this. For them, there still was no closure.

After the service the people gathered at the Chapel’s fellowship hall but Elena, Edda and Jay were too distraught to attend. Walworth took them home while the remainder of Wayne’s family greeted his friends and co-workers. Jerome was bombarded by do-gooders and well-wishers not only because he was Wayne’s brother but because of his close resemblance. He took a lot of the grief off the family of having to be cordial during a heartfelt time like this. When he thought his family had endured enough, he ushered his parents and his sister Lucinda to the car. The other family member’s soon followed suit. He took the three hour drive, escorting them back to Cramdon.

TTD

Jerome showed up at the Condo three days after the memorial, demanding to speak privately with Elena. However, she refused the request; she didn’t want to face him alone; not without Walworth present. When Jerome stepped to her, Elena took a double glance; she had forgotten just how much he resembled Wayne. He walked with a limp of his left leg and supported himself with a cane. Elena wondered what could have happened to him. She knew nothing of his injuries that he sustained during his and Wayne’s altercation. The appearance of him up close bought tears to her eyes. His wavy black hair was twisted into a ponytail and hung down his back. His creamy, tanned complexion set off his brown eyes. His heavy eye brows shaded his intense stare. His slim build was muscle toned as was Wayne’s, also his six foot, three inch frame was identical. Looking at him was as if Wayne was standing in front of her, she wished he was.

Hi Sis, he said just above a whisper, how you doing? he asked approaching her.

She tried not to stare at him, breaking her concentration, she focused on the floor. The building yearning to look up at him was overcoming her.

I’m sorry about my brother. Anything I can do to comfort you, or if I can do anything for the kids just name it, it’s yours.

Elena couldn’t force herself to speak to him so she nodded to say no. She turned, trying desperately not to look at him again. He was precisely the same as Wayne; like his twin, just younger. It was just as difficult to hear his voice, it sounded so much like Wayne’s.

Walworth was amazed at the resemblance between Jerome and Wayne. He’d seen him at the hospital and briefly at the memorial service, both at a distance, but his attention was on Elena and Beth. Staring at him now he could see it would have been difficult to distinguish the difference between him and his brother.

I’m sorry I didn’t get the opportunity to talk with you after the memorial, I wanted to, but I had to stay with mama, she’s taking this pretty hard. Elena didn’t respond.

I came back to Charleston this morning; I had to see you. He stepped in front of her.

Sis, I know this is a difficult time for you, but I have to talk to you. Is there any way we can talk in private? he glanced at Walworth.

Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of Walworth, she spoke softly. He was your brother’s best friend, she smiled at Walworth, catching hold of his hand.

Jerome looked at Walworth, not wanting to discuss the past or recite his apology in front of a stranger. He glanced to Walworth, briefly holding his inert stare. He may have been his brother’s friend, but he knew nothing of him. At first he hesitated, but then decided to begin his confession, not knowing if he would be allowed this opportunity again.

Elena, he said, stepping closer to her, running his hand nervously across his hair, I’m sorry for everything, I mean that with all honesty. He spoke calmly, but a wise Elena questioned his sincerity.

Will you forgive me for what I’ve done? he appealed to her gentle nature. Elena glowered at him, her mind said yes but her heart thought of Wayne.

I can’t say that just now, I trusted you, Jerome, Elena said. You broke my husband’s heart. He cried because of you, she spoke with such animosity that Jerome was ashamed; remembering he’d schemed continually against his brother.

I know Elena, I understand you’re hesitation of my apology, but I really am sorry. I did both of you wrong. I can’t rest unless you tell me you forgive me, he was speaking honestly.

So, you want me to exonerate you, rescue you from your guilt. You want me to make it easy for you, is that it? she asked staring angrily at him.

No, don’t make nothing easy for me Sis; just accept my apology, that’s all I’m asking you to do. Let me mourn my brother in peace, knowing I came back to apologize. I didn’t make it back in time to say it to him; let me say it to you, please.

No Jerome, you could have said your apologies long before now but you let your arrogant pride stand in the way. Now you crawl back here now that you don’t have to face him and you want say it to me.

You’re right, Sis! Hey… what else can I say? he shrugged. Please Elena, I know you’re angry with me, he touched his chest, I know this, but I had to tell you how sorry and ashamed I am. He waited for her to rescue him from his awful turmoil.

Look Sis, understand I’m not apologizing for what I said to you at any time because I meant it all, every word from my heart. I may regret how I said it to you, but I don’t regret saying it, I never will. But, I am asking you forgive me for the way I showed my affection, he waved his hands, you know, robbing from my brother like a damn thief of what didn’t belong to me and forcing you to give up what you didn’t want to give up. He tapped his chest and for once spoke honestly to her. Walworth was listening. Jerome’s Italian accent heightened as he spoke.

As Elena listened to Jerome, she thought back, confessing within herself that at one time she had felt something for him too. Jerome had successfully managed to break down the wall of restraint even though she tried to conceal it. For him to force her to acknowledge this at a time like this was unbearable. Eventually, she would have given in to him, completely, a thought that scared her often, even on this day of mourning. But, for him to brutally rape her and doing it in her husband’s home was something she couldn’t forgive of him.

Wild, crazy thoughts overwhelmed her because she feared Jerome now more than she ever had. The reason she hated the sight of him had almost nothing to do with his appearance but because he jogged her memory her of her past desires, desires that she controlled only because of the love she had for his brother. At this moment she would have given anything to be with Wayne again but Jerome’s words brutally drew her from her thoughts as he spoke again.

I know this isn’t the proper time to say this but I may not have another chance to tell you how I feel. I don’t think I’ll ever come back here again unless you send for me, if you or the children need me, he waited to be asked to stay. When she didn’t respond, he said,

Okay Sis, if that’s the way you want it, but I’ve apologized for the last time. Before I leave though, I have to tell you this one last thing, this last time, he paused, looking to Walworth, then back again to her, It might not be the wisest time to say this, but I have to tell you how much I love you.

At this confession, Walworth was shocked, not believing what he was hearing. This was Bosses brother confessing his love for his wife. Knowing Boss, he had to be aware something was going on between the two.

I have always loved you, Elena, continued Jerome. At first, I saw you as something I wanted to steal from Watt. A token of my ability to take from under his got damn control something he held precious. That would put at ease his never ending domination of me. The chase was good at first; the lies and deceit of it all made it even more challenging and exciting. The only thing was, as the game went on, I realized I’d loved you all along, more than he ever could. I wanted you for myself and I didn’t care if I hurt him to get you, I had to have you. Every word I said to you I meant from my heart. I’ll carry my love for you wherever I go, forever! he said, making the sign of the cross across his chest. For the first time since he began his speech, he looked away from her, staring at the floor. My love for you will never change, I can promise you it won’t, he confessed chagrined, lifting his eyes to see her reaction.

As he spoke he attempted to step closer but immediately she backed from him, not allowing him to get close enough to touch her. At this, Walworth sensed Elena’s emotional level of stress rise, he stepped closer to her. Standing in defense of Elena, he remembered Wayne asking him to never leave her alone with Jerome, now he knew why. When Walworth stepped closer behind her, Jerome watched them. Pausing, he rubbed across his hair again, shrugging his shoulders.

What’s this, Sis? he questioned. Elena didn’t answer backing closer to Walworth. Jerome was a tough man, not easily intimidated. Because she backed closer to Walworth, it meant nothing to him. Walworth touched Elena’s back with his fingertips, cautioning her to be brave, confront Jerome and end this. She didn’t know anything of his fighting skills but she knew Walworth would protect her.

Jerome stared at Walworth; thinking he made a connection between the two. He was silent for a moment and then his expression changed. Remembering Walworth to be the man sitting in the impala on the evening when he had spied on Elena and having seen him repeatedly at the hospital during his brother’s confinement.

Ohhhh… I see… , Jerome nodded slowly, rubbing his chin. He backed slowly, pacing, staring from one to the other.

It took me a minute to catch on, but I’ve got it now, he said tapping his forehead, Bastardo, you’re sleeping with the white boy now, pausing in front of them. How long has that been going on, Sis?

At the accusation, having heard Jerome’s confession of his love for Elena; Walworth would have been surprised if he responded any other way.

This can’t be something new, he said, my brothers only been dead, what, a few days, he’s barely cold yet and you’re already spreading yourself around, Sis? Or is he just as good as me in getting your pretty little ass in the hay on the spur of the moment? Looking at Walworth he said, And you, you’re waiting to fuck over my brother’s wife like she was your own?

You watch your filthy mouth! Elena screamed at him. Get out of my house! she shouted, pointing to the door, angered by his horrible comments. I don’t have to take your insults anymore Jerome, it’s over!

Over? he laughed, Fuck that Sis; it’ll never be over, Elena. Not as long as your heart beats, because it’ll always beat for me! Being a tough guy he summed up Walworth.

White boy here can’t do nothing for you, I can got damn guarantee you that, he boasted. Not as long as you know I’m alive. You’ll always be thinking of me every time he touches you.

You are ah awful excuse for a man. Now she had insulted him, injuring his pride but he refused to display his emotions, especially in front of Walworth.

Walworth didn’t like Jerome’s remark. Why Jerome would be implying sexual innuendoes about the two of them. She presented herself a lady since he first met her. For Jerome to suggest anything else it would be taken as an insult toward Wayne. Stepping ahead of Elena, Walworth said,

I think you’ve insulted Mrs. Hemmerson enough. She asked you to leave. I think that would be a good idea.

Insult her? Jerome said arrogantly, I’m not insulting nobody; I’m just stating ah fact. You can’t hang white boy! he insulted Walworth again. Walworth’s patience was running out with Jerome’s obnoxiousness.

I think you should stop talking now, Walworth advised, This would be a good time for you to leave.

Stop talkin’? Man white boy, who the hell you think you talkin’ to? Jerome stepped nearer, his voice slightly elevated. This ain’t Jay you talkin’ to you cacasenno(smart ass) chump, I’m a grown man.

Walworth stepped to face Jerome directly, saying,

Jerome, no one’s disputing you’re a man, so why don’t you act like one and listen to Mrs. H’s advice. She’s asked you to leave, that’s sound advice. I really think you should go, I won’t ask again.

Oh! You gonna put me out white boy? You think because you’re fuckin’ my brother’s wife that you give the orders. This ain’t your house boy; it’s my brother’s house! You don’t give no orders here! Jerome’s tone rose again, attempting to intimidate Walworth. Stepping to a pose, he gripped his cane tighter, prepared to use it as a weapon. He was a bad boy in his own rite; however toying with Walworth wasn’t a good idea.

Walworth didn’t respond physically to Jerome’s comment or to his attempt to threaten him with his cane, but held his impassive stare of him, saying,

You do an awful lot of talking and no listening. Seems to me Mrs. H. asked you to leave. It may have been your brother’s house but now it’s her home. Her request for you to leave should be enough for you, he looked Jerome squarely, not wanting to confront him because he was Wayne’s brother.

Why don’t you just leave Jerome? I don’t want to ever see you again, not ever, Elena shouted.

He’d heard the identical words spoken by his brother the last time he’d seen him. Jerome resented the request made by Elena, especially in the presence of Walworth.

The hell with you white boy! You so bad mother fucker, put me out! he said stepping to Walworth. When Walworth didn’t respond in the manner he expected, he laughed, stepping away again. Looking to Elena, he smirked, nodding as he insulted her,

Oca!(Damn) Sis, I’ll be figlio di puttana( son of a bitch) I didn’t know you had it in you. Got the boys fightin’ over you? Good shit girl, he smiled disgustingly. I had you pegged from the beginning. That’s why I made my move, you…

Walworth grabbed his collar, slamming a surprised Jerome against the wall. He faced Walworth’s drawn wrist blade, it barely missing from piercing his throat. The tips of his triple blade pinched Jerome’s skin, the razor sharpness ready to cut the flesh like butter,

Leave before you say another got damn word against Mrs. H., Walworth whispered a deadly warning, if you don’t you’ll die today. I’ll slit your filthy throat in your so called brother’s house. Walworth’s stare of death penetrated Jerome’s soul.

When Walworth loosed his collar, he backed gradually from Jerome by a few steps, holding his disturbing frown. Jerome straightened his clothes, running his hand across his hair, slicking it down. Limping to the door, he looked back at Elena, saying,

I’ll see you again Sis… soon. When you get allupato( hungry for sex) you’ll call for me. That I promise you, and when you do, it’ll be like old times, I’ll baciare con la lingua( French kiss) you like you like it, he said winking at her as he walked through the door. He never looked back; she never saw him again.

After that, Walworth accompanied Elena everywhere. Uncertain of where Jerome would suddenly appear, for that reason he guarded her as Wayne asked. He respected her and she appreciated his comforting words and respectful ways. By weeks end Elena was beginning to look to Walworth for advice concerning Wayne’s affairs; she couldn’t yet make sense of things on her own.

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Chapter Two

Three weeks later on the eve of Wayne’s memorial, Walworth asked Elena, Edda, and Jay to join him to dine at a favorite restaurant of his. He suggested it as a subtle opportunity to get the family out of the house for the evening. He knew of a quiet place not too far out of the city limits, promising they served the best pizzas and subs this side of heaven. Elena, already plagued with problems with her appetite, wasn’t thrilled with the word pizza or anything else that spelled out spicy. Remembering Elizabeth’s cravings during her pregnancy, Walworth was quick to mention the pizzeria also served creamed soups and garden salads. That agreed more to Elena’s likes. However, when she thought on it, she reminded Walworth of the hour. It was past seven, and it wouldn’t be wise to take baby Beth out in the cold evening air. Walworth reassured Elena if she dressed baby Beth warmly she’d be okay. After much sensible persuasion, Elena said yes to the invitation.

Edda and Jay opted to remain at home, still mourning Wayne. They had no desire to join in on what they considered a dinner date between their mother and their father’s best friend. For three weeks since Wayne’s death, they’d watched Walworth moon over Elena. To them, he was taking more control over her and her affairs than he should have been. Maybe the insults hurled at them by Uncle Jerome were warranted. Maybe, the idea of them being romantically involved wasn’t so far-fetched after all.

Walworth’s attentiveness extended to them and their needs as well, but with clouded judgment, they failed to see it. Their suspicious minds were skeptical of Walworth’s motives, questioning the hours he and Elena spent alone. Walworth understood their miss guided feelings; they were still grieving for Wayne. Anyone would appear to be the enemy at this point. Nevertheless, he remembered his promise to Boss to protect the family. Walworth would do that, whether the kids agreed to it, or not.

Elena was still grieving, barely managing to hold herself together but she was unbreakable in her attitude toward the teens. She stood her ground with them, reminding them she was still the mother and again, the only parent. She said what she meant, and meant what she said. After much persuasive urging from Elena, Edda and Jay settled down and submitted to her wishes; they were going to the pizzeria.

Walworth was ecstatic; he assembled them and had them wait for him at the door. He told Jay to go to the car and start the engine, to bring the heat up for the ladies and baby Beth. Jay agreed without hesitation or argument which surprised Walworth. Meanwhile, Walworth checked the windows and door locks. When all was secured, he reassured them things were safe. He reminded them they were just going out for dinner; they wouldn’t be gone for more than two hours.

They chose Elena’s car because it was superior in size, leaving Wayne’s Jeep in the driveway. Walworth was under the wheel, driving cautiously through the traffic as Wayne would have done. He watched the traffic, glancing constantly to his rear and side mirrors. Immediately Elena noticed the similarity between he and Wayne’s driving techniques. He took the scenic route, allowing them time to unwind and let everything go before reaching the pizzeria. He attempted to hold a conversation but only Elena made an effort to respond to his idle chitchat.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Jay had changed his mind and was persistent that he wasn’t going in. He reminded Elena, without Wayne, it really wasn’t a family outing, he demanded to be taken home. Walworth expected Elena to play the tough mother role and demand Jay go inside and stop with the temper tantrum. Instead, she approached him in a different manner. She asked Edda to get out and exchange seats with her. Elena climbed in the back seat with Jay and baby Beth. Walworth was watching from the rear view mirror. When she’d settled herself to face Jay, she said to him,

Little boy, put your hands in mine, she held the palms of her hands out to him. Jay, somewhat embarrassed and trying to be older than his years, said,

I’m not a little boy, mama.

Maybe to the world you’re not, but to me, you’re my baby. Now, give me your hands, her expression sweet, kind, and loving.

Jay glanced at Walworth, catching a glimpse of his gapping stare in the mirror. He quickly withdrew his attention from Walworth and refocused it back on his mother. He didn’t want Walworth to think he was a whimpering kid but Elena’s sweet and patient demeanor was too overpowering to ignore. Reluctantly, he laid his hands into Elena’s. Instantly she closed her fingers, catching a gentle hold on Jay. Immediately, he felt her spirit, its calmness, its love and strength. The connection almost supernatural as her attributes flowed from her to him. Watching her eyes; he saw exactly what she wanted him to see.

Jay, she said, I love you son more than my words can ever express. I know you’re unhappy and I understand you’re missing your father, we all are. We wish we could change things but we can’t; not any of us can. This is the time we have to lean on each other and gather our strength; we have to gird up and go on.

Go on? questioned Jay, Go on to what, for what, so we can end up like daddy?

"Jay, I know you don’t understand why this happened, I can’t explain it either. But