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this was a power struggle.
“Peter. Peter Johnson.”
“I’ll be here every few days, Peter, until we get the
guardianship question settled. If you think of anything that
you’d be willing to share, I am happy to make it worth your
while.”
“Sure thing.”
Josie saw herself out. She could feel him watching her until
she got into her car but his interest felt mild, not malicious.
Maybe the guy was what he said he was: a caretaker with a
macho streak. Maybe he was an ex-con. Maybe a Vet. It
wouldn’t be too hard to find out. She fastened her seat belt,
started the car and drove down the long road that led back to
the main highway. Josie didn’t turn on the radio. She wanted
to live a little while with the hinky feeling she was getting
from Ha Kuna House.
Behind her, Johnson sat down at the dining room table and
resumed his chore. He pushed the cotton mop onto the
cleaning rod and the cleaning rod through the bore of both
guns until the cotton came out white. He lubricated the action,
reassembled his hardware, and used the luster cloth until his
weapons shined. He put one gun in the top drawer of the desk
then strapped a shoulder holster on for the other one. He was
headed off to check his garden. If he came across anyone
there, they were stepping where they didn’t belong and
deserved exactly what they got – and that included Josie Bates.