railing and stood up straight.
“And you say this happened in El Paso?”
“Yes, your father, Sheriff Joe, he was from El Paso, wasn’t he?”
The sheriff let loose a heavy sigh.
“Goddamn Blue, why couldn’t you just let it go? Your sister could have pleaded diminished capacity and been out in five years.”
“And what about Tommy, sheriff, will Tommy be back in five years?”
“I hated doing that, I really did, but the boy left me no choice. He had no clue who I was; he came and told me Blaine’s story in the hope that I would help him identify the deputy from El Paso, seems Blaine couldn’t remember his last name, only that his first name was Joe.”
“You knew all this before he came to you, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, my daddy confessed to me when he was dying. I told him it didn’t make a bit of difference; every man does good and evil. A few years after that heist, daddy met my mama and stopped drinking; from that day forward, he did nothing but good. I’ll be damned if I let anybody drag his name through the mud, anybody Blue.”
“So what are you going to do sheriff, kill me? It won’t do any good, other people know about Andrew Blaine.”
“Blaine’s just a silly old coot with Alzheimer’s, besides, Doc’s on his way there now to... ease him to the other side, and as for you, I guess I’ll say that you were attempting to break your sister out.”
“I’m not Tommy, sheriff, I have a gun and I know how to use it.”
“Little Blue, named after her daddy, are you as fast with a gun as he was? Well, I guess we’ll find out.”
“No we won’t sheriff.” Said a voice from behind him.
It was Deputy Billy Joe Tently, I had told him my suspicions about the sheriff and he reluctantly agreed to hide himself beneath the judge’s bench and listen in. Now, he stood behind his boss with his weapon drawn.
“Billy Joe, put down that gun.”
Billy Joe shook his head.
“Afraid not sheriff, now take out your weapon slowly and lay it on the witness seat there.”
The sheriff did as he was told and then smiled.
“This don’t matter none, once Doc takes care of Blaine, it will all just be hearsay.”
Billy Joe smiled his big toothy grin. “No sir, we got you on film.” He reached over and grabbed his phone off the bench. “And not only was it filming, but it also downloaded to my computer at home.”
The sheriff made a pained expression as he said. “You and that goddamn phone, Billy Joe.”
As Billy Joe led the sheriff away, I whipped out my own phone and called the nursing home. It took a minute, but I got them to understand the threat to them, and they assured me that Mr. Blaine was safe, and that they were alerting security and calling the Dallas P.D.
I walked out of the courtroom and found Gary and mama smiling at me.
Mama walked over and placed a hand on my cheek.
“You done good girl,”
“Thank you mama,”
“Mr. Gary?”
“Yes ma’am,”
“Let’s go get my other girl free like you promised me.”
Gary offered her his arm. “Yes ma’am.”
“Well alright then,” Mama said, and off we went to get Jenny.
BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #3
I was at the Lone Star Mall.
Earlier, I had eaten lunch in the food court with Becca and her oldest daughter, Amy, who is eight.
Becca and Amy were browsing about the mall, while I sat in a chair at the salon getting ready to have my hair dried and my feet pedicured. It was Spoil Blue Day; a day I try to celebrate at least twice a year.
I had a full day planned. After sleeping sinfully late, I drove to the mall and met Becca for lunch. After the salon, I planned to go home and veg out in front of the TV, and later, after a junk food dinner, I would of course indulge in ice cream, mint chocolate chip.
Gary was out of town on business and wouldn’t be back for two days, so it was a perfect time to just sit back and relax, but of course, life had other plans.
The stylist was just about to place the dryer over my head when I heard