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Part 9 - In Them There Hills
I was about to go for my gun, when the apparition spoke:
"It's me, Don. It's Teresa." said the Iron Wolf, Teresa Croyle.
"Teresa!" I gasped. "What in the hell are you
doing
here?"
"I might ask you the same question." Teresa said. "Whistling past cemeteries at night, are we now?"
"No, I mean in Apple Grove?" I whispered. "And yes, how did you find me here at the cemetery? And did anyone see you come in?"
Teresa came up and indicated for us to move the sandstone tile together. As we picked it up, still hard work even for two strong persons, she whispered "Of course someone was going to stay behind and watch your back while you were staying up here. Cindy let me out at Rome, and I took an Uber back into Apple Grove. Todd had rented your old house for tonight and had given me his keycard, so I stayed there and got some sleep... and I may have raided the refrigerator."
We got the tile into the truck, then went to work on the next one as Teresa whispered "As to where you were now, your service weapon is in its holster, which still has those old RFIDs and transmitters. It's how we found Hugh Hewitt, you remember." (
Author's note: 'Case of the Black Widow', Ch. 05.
) "And I have the app on my Police iPhone to trace those."
I did remember, and realized that I would have to be more cautious in the future. My Angels were smart Angels as well as sneaky Angels.
"So what's this about?" Teresa asked as we continued to load the tiles until the back of the mausoleum looked like the rest of it: a wall of granite bricks.
"I'll tell you on the drive home." I said. "I hope you left nothing at the house, because we're not going back there." Teresa assured me that all was good.
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As we drove home towards my Town & County, using my mobile device to check for anything that might be following us, I said to Teresa: "To be candidly honest, I'm not totally sure what's going on. But I realized something was out of place when I saw those back tiles, that were so different from the rest of the mausoleum."
I did not mention having 'seen' that before in my dream state when I was being given the 'enhanced interrogation' (and then some) over McGinty's Materials. (
Author's note: 'Secrets'.
) And I was not about to mention, even to Teresa, what Trent Ridge had said as he screamed in pain as he was dying. (
Author's note: 'A Death In The Family', Ch. 04.
)
"I saw that those tiles were not naturally a part of the mausoleum," I said, "so I decided to go rogue and pilfer them. We can check them out at home. I do have one favor to ask you... please don't mention any of this to Todd, or even Cindy. And especially not to my mother."
Teresa didn't even bat an eyelash when I said that. "I understand... and I agree, so sorry." After a pause, she said "I have never understood why your mother moved back to Apple Grove, when her grandchildren and great-grandchildren are growing up at home. I hope when the boys grow up and have kids that I'll be able to see them all the time, and I know Todd feels that way. I'm sure you do, too."
"Yes," I said, "Should I be fortunate enough to have grandchildren, I hope to watch them grow up. But we've got a ways to go to get there. It's tough enough being there for my children. And they're growing up so fast."
"By the way," Teresa said, "what are you going to do with this truck?"
"That..." I said, "... is one thing I have not figured out yet." Teresa cackled a laugh at that.
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We arrived back in Town just before 8:00am. I called the Chief and told him that Teresa and I would be in at 10:00am or so. I drove the truck up to The Cabin, and backed it up the drive. I opened the far end garage door, went and got a dolly, and we brought the tiles straight into my little office study and stacked them against the desk. It took a few minutes... Teresa was extremely interested in the objects on the wall and shelf that I'd accumulated, which she only rarely saw.
After securing the doors and turning on the Faraday cage in which the office was housed, I said "Okay, let's see what this is about." I spread a sheet on the floor, then took a chisel and hammer and began trying to crack the sandstone of one of the tiles at the edge, A large chip fell off, and Teresa and I sucked in our breaths.
The shining yellow metal of gold was flashing in our eyes!
"Ohhh, wow." said Teresa. "No wonder these tiles are so damn heavy. They're sheets of gold!"
"Yes." I said. "Four feet by four feet by half and inch thick, if not more."
"Whose gold is this?" Teresa said. "Well, it's yours now. Whose did it used to be?"
"Pastor Raymond Kyle Westboro's." I replied. "This was at least part of his ill-gotten wealth that he spirited away and hid."
"Amazing." Teresa said, running her finger along the exposed sheet of the yellow metal.
"We were lucky." I said. "Someone had been looking for the gold. They drilled into one of the narrow tiles, which didn't have gold in it. If they'd gone a little farther towards the middle..." After a pause, I said, "And it looks like they did their search at night, so they didn't see that those back tiles were so different and incongruous with the rest of the mausoleum."