Ms. Got Rocks by Jacqueline Colt Read Free Book Online

that it was pretty nice on the inside,” Rocky said reaching out to ten-year-old memories.
    “Rocky, Dad didn’t really keep the place up after you went up North. He kept all the paperwork on the claim current and the dredging equipment working, but that was all he seemed to have the energy to do,” Devlin was explaining.
    Margie expanded on Devlin's information, turning to face Rocky, she poured more coffee for them.
    “What he is trying to say, Rocky, is the place is a mess. The roof is leaking and some of the window glass has blown out and the plumbing still isn‘t connected, all that is working is the electricity, but maybe...,” she trailed off.
    “Sis, we don’t think the cabin is habitable. Dad’s truck works, but it is twenty-five years old,” her brother said.
    “He really thought he was leaving you a lot with the brand new dredge and the claim. But, realistically everything is practically worthless, except the dredge and the land and it is covered with junk cars and scrap metal. Without city sewer and water, even the acreage will be tough to sell,” Devlin advised his sister.
    Devlin was sad, and a bit embarrassed, tears were welling up in his eyes.
    “What Dad left us is worth much more than what you have.”
    “Oh come on Devlin, the cabin can’t be that bad. Dad was living there up until he went to the hospital,” Rocky attempted to cheer him up. “I’m handy with tools. I can fix it up, and anyway, I really just need a place for the next few months until an airline job comes through. I don’t want to get involved in apartment leases and stuff right now. The dogs and I can rough it,” Rocky told them.
    “Rocky, roughing it is putting a silk tutu on a pig.” Margie had a sympathetic look for her sister in law.
    “Nevertheless, it is there and I’m going to use it,” Rocky stubbornly insisted as she folded the napkin again and again.“I can put in a veggie patch, and the price of gold is going up, if I can make it through until fall or the majors call, I’ll be fine.”
    Devlin closed the conversation, “Take our tent.”

 
    C hapter 5
    “ T his building is bloody spooky at night,” Callaghan said as the men walked down the anonymous corridor of the huge office building in Washington, D.C.
    “Can’t be spooky with about a thousand people all around,” the lanky man looked at his closest team member of six years and thought that if anything in the building was spooky it was Callaghan himself.
    “Just smells wrong, creeps me out,” Callahan complained as he swiped his ID badge through the door lock reader.
    When the door was closed to the shared office space, they filled in the data they had retrieved since the last report.
    “The dude in Mozambique almost got a visit from the Black Widow,” Clark reported, booting the computer.
    “That would not have been fun for him, what did Julio do that would entice Miss Jazz from her vacation in Moscow?” Callaghan was becoming more alert with this good news.
    “Little brother Antonio was supposed to ensure that shipment got to Mozambique. Otherwise, Jazz was having to indemnify the Russians out of family money,” Clark said grinning from ear to ear.
    “And La Femme Harris is not going to take kindly to that, nor will Daddy."
    "The shipment miraculously appeared after Harris had the Lear jet warming up in Moscow?”
    “Something close to that. She should be in the air for home right now.” Callaghan said. “God, I’m sick to death of this case, I want to get out home this weekend and get the peach trees planted.”
    “Hate to tell you buddy, but if you haven’t got those trees in the ground by now they probably aren’t going to grow, and worse yet, Harris will be back on home base, so we will get more of her than ever.”
    “Thanks, I needed that,” Callaghan said as each of the agents worked their keyboards with their reports.
    *   *   *
    The road to the cabin was longer and rougher than Rocky remembered. The old