From Here To 1137 AD; Episode 26, Checking On Edgar

 This is episode twenty-six of the novel, From Here To 1137. If you would like to purchase From  Here To 1137, it is available on Amazon in Kindle format or paperback.

Checking On Edgar

Two days passed, and Tom began to worry about Edgar. And there was another pressing issue: the mortgage on the farm and the money owed by the trust. If he suddenly came up with the money, that might lead to questions. Also, Tom thought that undue attention might come his way. 

The farm has been in the family since the Bales settled there in the late 1830s. Keeping it in the family was a matter of pride. His dad had told Tom stories of how the family overcame tough times to retain the farm. His dad often told him there was more history on the farm than in the whole county. But his dad was pragmatic and sensed the end to family farming was just over the horizon. The last thing he wanted to use the farm for was to educate his sons and send them on their way.

Since the death of his dad, the farm took on a deeper meaning for Tom. To him, it was worth keeping. He saw a future in working the land. He loved it and had plans of expanding to make it sustainable and profitable. He thought that there was nothing more honorable than working the dirt to grow crops. 

Now, he was faced with a grim reality. Although it was mortgaged to pay for Edgar’s education, nothing remained. The visions Tom once had faded. His only hope was to possibly enlist the help of Brain. 

Tom walked out to the field on a blustery winter day where the shrouded pod rested. He climbed into the pod.

“Brain, I need some help. I know you can Instaport all the funds needed to keep this farm afloat, but it would be robbing somebody. You could replicate it perfectly, but that would be counterfeiting. I need to raise some money. When March comes, my lawyer will expect me to have a plan or give him the okay to liquidate the trust, which is the farm.”

“I’m starting to work on something,” Brain said. 

“You know my constraints.”

“Well aware,” Brain replied.

“And you are aware of my moral obligations as well?”

“Indeed,” Brain said. “Would you like a coffee while I’m at work?”

“Sure, that would be nice.”

Tom walked over to the replicator and got his coffee. He sat in the lounge and waited. 

“You have a call coming at your home,” Brain said. “Do you want to answer it?”

“Yes, it may be Edgar.”

“It is,” Brain said.

Tom heard from the pod’s sound system the phone pick-up.

“Hello,” Tom said.

“Tom, this is Edgar.”

“Good to hear from you. I’ve been worrying. Where are you?”

“Costa Rica,” Edgar said, “a place called Bejuco. It’s on the Pacific Ocean about a forty-mile drive from the capital, San Jose. It’s quiet and out of the way.”

“Great.”

“I wish you would tell me what’s going on, and how you made a deal with Grasso.”

“The less you know, the better.”

“You’re afraid I’ll do something wrong, right?”

“No, it’s just that I can’t tell you. And I never will, so don’t bother asking or trying to find out.”

“How long am I going to stay here?” Edgar asked.

“Feel the area out. Try to blend in. I know that might be a problem being an American. But keep a low profile. I know that’s not your character, but any attention drawn to you could set things in motion. The tentacles of organized crime reach into remote places too. Keep aware of things. Don’t be afraid to pick up and leave if something doesn’t feel right. Get a postal address. Call me when you get it. The money I gave you will run out. I’ll mail you enough to keep you going.”

“It’s cheap living here,” Edgar said.

“Do you have a place?”

“I’m renting a one-bedroom place about fifty yards off the ocean,” Edgar said. “Great view.”

“If something comes up or you need something, give me a call.”

“How’s the farm?” Edgar asked.

“In the red, but I may have a plan.”

“You should sell it,” Edgar said.

“We’re going to get out of this, okay?”

“If you say so,” Edgar said.

“Take care and keep in contact, bye, Edgar.”

“Bye, Tom.”

From Here To 1137 AD; Episode 25, Debbie Pries

 This is episode twenty-five of the novel, From Here To 1137. If you would like to purchase From  Here To 1137, it is available on Amazon in Kindle format or paperback.

Debbie Pries 

Tom woke up in his own bed. The escapade in New York seemed like a dream. Frost on the window shielded his vision from the cold winter day outside. He turned over and looked at the clock. It was 8:17.

He heard someone downstairs. He heard the washer begin to agitate. He slipped his clothing on and went downstairs to the kitchen. Debbie was in the laundry room, a room off the kitchen. Her back was to Tom.

“Good morning.”

Debbie jerked and turned around. “Oh, Tom, I thought you were gone for a couple of days.”

“I was done in a day,” Tom said. “This place is cold. I’m going to start a fire in the fireplace.”

“While you’re doing that, how ‘bout breakfast?” Debbie said buoyantly. 

“Let’s see who’s done first,” Tom smiled.

Debbie brewed a pot of coffee, prepared eggs, toast, bacon, and hash brown potatoes. And they ate together.

“You never did tell me where you had to go,” Debbie said.

“Edgar is moving out of the country,” Tom said. “He asked me to take care of a few things for him.”

“After the way he’s treated you, you should have told him to take care of things himself,” Debbie said with what little indignity she could muster.

“I know,” Tom said, “but he’s my brother. Maybe someday he’ll come around.”

“Where’s he going?” Debbie asked.

“Central America, he’s going to call me as soon as he’s settled.”

“Central America has what, five or six countries?” Debbie stated. “Which one will he be going to?”

“There are seven countries in Central America: Belize, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua, and Panama.”

“I stand corrected,” Debbie wagged her head. “But which one?”

“I’m not sure. All he said was Central America. He said he’d call as soon as he got settled.” Tom tried to appear unconcerned.

“Did he get transferred there?” Debbie asked.

“I don’t know. He just told me he’s moving to Central America.”

“That sounds fishy to me,” Debbie frowned and shook her head.

“Maybe he joined the Peace Corps.”

“Edgar?” Debbie said. 

“Look, Debbie, Edgar is in big trouble. I’m not sure if he’s in Central America yet or not. But that’s where he’ll be for a while. I should have thought things out better before saying anything.”

“You mean like a better lie?” Debbie said.

“Yes,” Tom admitted. “Please say nothing to anybody about Edgar. If somebody asks about where I’ve been, just tell them I'm clearing up some matters for Edgar. And that’s all you know.”

“Is he in trouble with the law?” Debbie asked, concerned.

“No, I can assure you of that.”

“You’re keeping something from me,” Debbie said. “I can tell. I know you better than you know yourself.”

Tom grinned. “I’m not keeping something from you. If I did, it would mean it’s something you should know. And it’s nothing you should know or care about—truly.”

“I care about you,” Debbie said. “And, here it comes, I love you.”

“And I love you. There we both said it. I’ve known it for a long time.”

“I expected a more romantic setting.” Debbie chuckled, “But I’ve known it for at least five years. I told my mom then, and she said it would pass—it hasn’t.”

Tom reached across the table and held Debbie’s hand. “Debbie, there will come a time when I can tell you what’s going on, but it’s not now. It is a load only I can carry for now. If I were to let you in on all this, it would be more than unfair.”

“I don’t understand what could be so important or secretive,” Debbie said. She leaned back in her chair and smiled. “Here’s one thing I’m sure of: I trust you. And you have always looked out for me. And I know that’s what you are doing now. I’m going to leave it at that and be satisfied.”

“There will come a time when I can let you in on everything.”

“And I can wait.”

From Here To 1137 AD; Episode 24, Sorry

This is episode twenty-four of the novel, From Here To 1137. If you would like to purchase From  Here To 1137, it is available on Amazon in Kindle format or paperback.

Sorry

The Darter was a little larger than a motorcycle. It was a black metallic, similar to the pod. It was cylindrical with a rounded front, and the rear was flat. As Tom approached it, the see-through canopy and a small side door opened. Tom slid comfortably inside. The door and the canopy closed.

Telepathically, he said, “Give me the instructions and skills to operate the Darter.”

He felt a slight tingle in his head, and he knew how to operate the Darter.

“Darter, shroud,” Tom commanded.

He pulled back on a lever and soared into the night sky. In a moment, he leveled the Dart and accelerated. The lights of Long Island below him became a blur.

Soon, he was over Brooklyn. The Darter slowed and flew quietly into the alley close to Rossi’s.

Tom climbed out of the Darter and hurried to Rossi’s. He dashed inside. Edgar sat across the table from Grasso. 

Grasso looked up at Tom approaching. He appeared relieved to see him. Tom sat in a chair at Edgar’s right.

Edgar’s eyes shifted quickly toward Tom and back to Grasso. “Tom,” Edgar said, “what are you doing here?”

“Tell him, tell him, we made a deal,” Grasso said, distressed.

Tom glanced at Edgar. Edgar held a revolver in his hand and had it pressed sideways against his chest so that the barrel would be unnoticed. 

“Put the gun away,” Tom said quietly but firmly. “I was here earlier and made a deal with Grasso.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him,” Grasso said.

“Deal, what kind of deal?” Edgar said.

“I gave Grasso enough money to pay off your debt,” Tom said.

“Where did you get that kind of money?” Edgar said. “You told me you had no money.”

“I got the money,” Tom said. “That’s all you need to know.”

“And you expect Grasso to uphold his end of the deal,” Edgar said. “You don’t understand; once these guys get their hooks in you, there is no letting go.”

“We made a deal,” Grasso said. “A deal is a deal.”

Edgar smirked at Tom. “You poor, naive farm boy.” He looked at Grasso. “He’s my younger brother and doesn’t understand the ways of the world.” Then he shifted his eyes back to Tom. “You are so out of your league, Tommy Gun. If something ain’t done with this guy now, I’ll belong to him the rest of my life. And the day I’m of no use to him anymore, it’s over for me. Ain’t that so, Grasso?”

“I think you got your brother all wrong,” Grasso said. “He came in here and threatened me with my mother and father.”

“Threats,” Edgar smirked. “Anybody can make threats.”

“Yeah,” Grasso said, “but he knew my parents' address in Boca Raton. He knew their phone number. He knew their friends. He knew it was their card night. And he knew some things I’d rather not go into.”

“What?” Edgar said, glancing at Tom and back to Grasso.

Grasso bobbed his head. “I don’t know how he knows all that stuff, but we made a deal. And if you pull that trigger, the deal is off. People will be after you.”

“Believe him, Edgar,” Tom said. “Believe me.”

Edgar shoved the revolver into the inside pocket of his coat.

“I don’t owe you anything?” Edgar asked.

“Nothing,” Grasso said.

Edgar stood, and Tom stood.

“Sorry for the misunderstanding,” Edgar said.

Grasso nodded. “You know something, Bales, I asked your brother a little while ago who he was. I mean, the guy comes in here, threatens me. I send him on a walk with a couple of my men. He’s not gone more than two minutes, and he walks back in. He sent my two boys to the hospital. I don’t know how he did it, but they’re in the hospital. So I figure I got a right to know what I’m dealing with, and after I asked him who he was, he says, ‘Edgar’s brother.’ That ought to tell you something.”

Edgar gave a slight glance at Tom.

Tom said, “Let’s get out of here.”

They turned and walked away. Tom stopped at the bar. He put a five-dollar bill on the counter. “Bartender, can you call us a cab?”

The bartender looked at Grasso, and he nodded.

They walked out into the cold, vacant street. Tom turned and took a couple of steps away from Edgar. 

Edgar caught up with Tom and stood in front of him. “What is going on? What did you do?”

“You know you’re through in this town, don’t you?” Tom said. 

“Are you kidding me?” Edgar said. “We’ve got something on Grasso. He’s on my payroll, now.”

“Let me tell you something, Edgar, once Grasso finds out that the money I paid off your debt with belongs to him in the first place, he’s going to react irrationally.”

“What!?” Edgar said. “His money? How stupid!”

“You are thick, Edgar. It was you who started this whole thing. You’re the one with the tit in the wringer.”

“Yeah,” Edgar said, “and what kind of future do I have?”

“At least you have one,” Tom said. “It’s just not here.”

“What am I going to do, be a small-time country lawyer like Gene Francis in his twenty-year-old off-the-rack suits? A side of bacon for a will and a bushel of apples for a fence dispute.”

Tom reached inside his coat and pulled out an envelope. “Here’s some cash. When the cab comes, take it to your place. Pack your bags and get out of the country. No exotic place. I suggest Central America. Call me when you get settled in.”

“Please tell me what’s going on,” Edgar pleaded angrily.

“I’m going to stay with you until the cab arrives,” Tom said. “You get in the cab and do exactly what I told you to do. I told you to stay in that bed and breakfast on Long Island. You had a better idea. An idea that would have landed you in prison or a landfill in Jersey. You should have listened to me. Now! Listen to me, now!”

“I didn’t know what you were doing,” Edgar said. “If you’d kept me in the loop…”

Tom interrupted, “If I kept you in the loop, if I kept you in the loop! What are you talking about? If I kept you in the loop, you would have had a better idea. You would not have responded to one single thing I said. On top of all of this, I’m getting you out of town for a while. I don’t know how this whole thing will shake out, but this way, you’ll be able to possibly keep your license. At least you can practice law, even if you wear off-the-rack suits. It’s better than planting corn and shoveling out the cattle barn.”

They stood apart for a couple of minutes, looking at the night street. 

“Why aren’t you taking the cab with me?” Edgar asked.

“I’m going to walk it off,” Tom said.

“These neighborhoods can be dangerous at night,” Edgar said. He handed Tom his pistol.

“Where did you get this?” Tom asked.

“Black market,” Edgar said. 

A cab moved slowly toward them. Edgar waved at it.

Edgar opened the cab’s door. “I’ll call you.”

“Be sure you do,” Tom said. 

“I’m sorry,” Edgar said.

“You mean all of this?” Tom said, waving his finger around. “It was nothing.”

“No,” Edgar said. “For calling you Tommy Gunn.”

Edgar slipped into the cab, and it drove away.

Tom jogged back to the Darter and flew it back to the pod

From Here To 1137 AD; Episode 23, Edgar's Gone

 This is episode twenty-three of the novel, From Here To 1137. If you would like to purchase From  Here To 1137, it is available on Amazon in Kindle format or paperback.

Edgar's Gone

Tom rested for a while. 

“Brain.”

“Yes.”

“Earlier, I mentioned a rental car,” Tom said. “And it came to me that I’m too young, so Instaport me to in front of the bed and breakfast that Edgar is staying at.”

“Anytime you are ready,” Brain said.

Tom stepped into the Instaport. “I’m ready.”

Soon, he stood in front of the bed and breakfast. He walked up to the door and pushed the doorbell button.

An elderly man in slippers and casual clothing came to the door. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m looking for Edgar Bales?”

“Are you his brother?”

“Yes.”

“He left a little over an hour and a half ago. He said if you came by, to tell you he would take care of everything.”

“He said nothing else?”

“That’s it.”

“How did he leave?”

“He called a cab.”

“Thank you, sir,” Tom said. “Have a good evening.”

Tom walked out to the street and walked away from the bed and breakfast.

“Did you hear that, Brain?”

“I did.”

“Can you access the local cab companies and find out where he’s heading?” Tom said. “But I think I know.”

“I am running through the data now,” Brain said. “I will have something in a moment.”

Tom continued walking.

“I have it,” Brain said. “He has taken a cab to Rossi’s.”

“Crap!” Tom said. “Can you Instaport me to that alley near Rossi’s again?”

“I can and will,” Brain said. “But too many Instaport encounters in a twenty-four-hour period could be dangerous.”

“Can you explain that in simple terms?” Tom said.

“Your entire makeup is jumbled around, converted into a transferable frequency, and rearranged in another location. A body can only take so much. We can still do it, but it is wise to leave at least a couple of comfortable usages in the event we may encounter other unforeseeable situations.”

“I think my brother is going to confront Grasso,” Tom said. “I don’t know if Tom has a gun or not, but it sounds to me like he’s heading for trouble.”

“Without you asking,” Brain said, “may I suggest an alternative course of action?”

“Wouldn’t that be novel?” Tom said sarcastically.

“I can send you the Darter,” Brain said. “With it, you can be at Rossi’s in minutes. We can shroud it so it cannot be detected. ”

“Perfect,” Tom said. 

“In one hundred and twenty-two feet, there’s a row of hedges, the Darter will be behind it.”

“I see the hedges,” Tom said. “And by the way…”

Brain interrupted, “As soon as you sit in the Darter, the MAS will be in place.”

“You are slowly but surely becoming the brains of this outfit,” Tom quipped.

“You suddenly noticed that?” Brain said.