Page 97 of Backwater Justice
“When do you want to do that?” Milton asked, exhaling deeply.
“In about an hour?”
“Tonight?” He sounded stunned.
“Yes, Milton. I am sorry, but this cannot wait.” Myra was stroking her pearls.
“Well, fine, then. Who should I expect to be arriving?”
“U.S. Marshal Gaines, and his K-9, Chandler.”
“Alright, Myra. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“That’s why you called me, remember?” she said kindly.
“Yes. Yes, I do.” Milton was tired. Spent.
“Thank you, Milton. We’ll speak in the morning.”
Myra hung up, wondering how he was going to respond to all the other accusations and revelations.
“I hate to assume anything, but the letter should grant permission for a search of Blaine, Salem, and Eugene. Those seem to be the hot spots right now,” Charles suggested, while Fergus typed the official document.
“I’ll have this off to you in a jiffy,” he said to the group.
“Alright, so let’s play this out. Chris brings the letter to Milton. Milton signs it. Chris notifies the DEA, and they dispatch agents to the three locations,” Charles said.
“What about Dickie and Bart?” Kat asked. “What are we going to do with them? I mean, what is Pearl going to do with them?”
Everyone looked around the table and into their laptop screens. “Technically, they are both kidnappers,” Charles said.
“I suggest Pearl take them to an impoverished community in the hinterlands, where they’ll spend the rest of their lives digging ditches to help the villages get clean water,” Myra recommended. “They’ll never see civilization again.”
“And Oliver?” Charles asked.
“I know it’s going to break Milton’s heart when he finds out Oliver isn’t his son.” Myra sighed.
“Yes, but we can’t let that sway us from this mission,” Charles insisted. “The man has put people’s lives in danger. Remember, if he is the ringleader in this drug manufacturing, which I have no doubt, he is contributing to the addiction and deaths of thousands.”
“You’re right, Charles.”
“If he’s doing cocaine, then fentanyl would cause the exact opposite reaction in him,” Maggie said.
“So, let’s shoot him up with fentanyl for a few days and make him go through withdrawal,” Kat suggested.
“Then Pearl can take him someplace where there are no roads for fancy sports cars,” Annie added.
“And Patricia?” Maggie asked.
“I think jail would be a perfect place for her, actually,” Myra said. “The humiliation would be torture for her, as well as for Congressman What’s-his-name.”
“Ah, another Beltway scandal.” Maggie chuckled.
“But this one is juicier than most of the others.” Annie had a wicked grin on her face.
“Really juicy. How do we get her arrested?”
“The evidence points to her.”