C.: Well, I’m through with the Cat Skills Games and the Cat Rodeo. since I don’t need to train for anything specific, and Jodi has taken over the planning of my wedding to Tucker Tucker Two in July, I have some free time.
Jodi shocked me when she started making suggestions about the wedding, because they were all better suggestions than anything that I could come up with. As a result, I decided to let her plan my wedding. That gives me some free time before I go to work tonight, since I’ve already had a nice, long cat nap. I think I’ll just read the preamble to the fourth book in d.c.’s MAGRUDER MYSTERIES series. The name of the book is A FULL PARDON: A GRAYING OF THE LAW. It looks interesting.
October 30, 2035; 1730
The small, strange man appeared at the agreed-upon meeting place at precisely five-thirty p.m. on the balmy fall evening. He jumped out of his ancient, green and gray step-side pickup and confronted the detective. He was alone, except for the .223 glock he brandished in Magruder’s face. He wanted to let the detective know that the caliber of handgun he’d chosen to bring to their meeting would penetrate the Kevlar vest Magruder obviously wore under his shirt.
“What's it going to be, detective, the fate of the free world, or your friend’s life? That is the friend that a decision you made for him sent him to death row in a state that implements the death penalty on a regular basis, and that I’m now in charge of. You have thirty seconds to decide. Then, if you don’t answer, I’ll blow a hole through the left side of your chest, and your friend will be executed in the next forty-eight hours. Three, two, one-”
As Taylor counted to one, Magruder slapped his neck, as if to swat a mosquito away. At the same instant, a .50 caliber bullet grazed the right external branch of Taylor’s carotid artery as the slug buried itself in the trunk of an ancient white oak tree. It was the only tree large enough to stop the bullet in the powerful weapon’s line of fire. The tree stopped the bullet from causing any more damage as it shook at its base even though it was over forty inches in diameter. The knick the bullet caused killed the next potential leader of the free world instantly.
After recovering his feet and his wits, Magruder wanted to make sure that the sinister being was, indeed, dead, so he checked for a carotid pulse. As he did, a “boy in blue,” tapped Magruder on the left shoulder.
“Mr. Magruder, I’m special detail officer Baron Mayes. I’m working in conjunction with the Attorney General and governor’s offices. Come with me, please. The Attorney General of the great state of Texas would like a word with you.” The cop led him to the police cruiser, and Mark Joliet handed Magruder his cell phone that had direct access to the governor’s office. Magruder alerted the acting governor of Texas that the potential future leader of the free world lay dead in a public park.
When Magruder returned to the scene of the crime, though, the corpse, along with the ancient vehicle he drove to the park, were missing; along with the cop who escorted him to the A.G.’s car.
C.: I did not see the last paragraph coming, but I must change for work now. So TTFN until tomorrow.... Meow Z. Tongue, what are you doing here?
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