Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55

 

Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

 

Chapter Fifty-Two




Whatever would or would not happen kept Sara awake most on the next four nights. Though Mrs. Gidget Johansson had mellowed her attitude, most likely after a severe talking too by the senior inspector Dell, the atmosphere between Gidget and the other women was always cool. Sara saw little of the woman, as she refused to step foot into the Richards house, still she continued to search the PokyGuild owned buildings and lands, carefully noting in her book everything that she found.


“Is Sara going to be fined, or loose her Guild membership” Penny asked Dell the third morning, watching across the way through her kitchen window.


“Nothing like that” Inspector Dell Leopold answered, “Gidget was ordered to document the entire property, just in case there was another reason that Mr. Graham came here.” He saw Penny’s expression of what he thought was disbelief, Dell held up both hands, “Don’t worry, all this is standard operating procedure to protect Sara and you from any legal problems. You are rather well off as I recall.”


“At a terrible cost to my Sara” Penny admitted. “Between Waterman almost killing her, then losing her hand, now this. You have noticed that she has started becoming obsessed with death right?”


“Yes, though I didn’t understand why. Though putting two and three together, now I understand why she came out here, to be away from such violent things didn’t she?”


“That, and to work on her theory” Penny agreed. “All she wants is to be left out here to work in peace, at least what peace I let her have. Oh Mr. Leopold, her eyes, when she finds something, maybe everyone else knows about it already, but for her it is new. I love that look on her face, not the one she has been wearing since Graham came in, I just don’t know what I can do to help her.”


Dell Leopold shook his head no, “I think that you are doing all that you can Penny. Sara is an intelligent woman, just look whom she chose to become her life mate, and the one that she will do anything to protect. Not some dim bulb half dressed Pokeyhunter with more breasts than brains, but an intelligent self assured woman, that shows the depth of her soul more than anything. Said dim bulb might have run off when Waterman showed up, she certainly wouldn’t be around after Graham.”


“And what about the Graham’s” Penny asked, looking across the breeze way where Patricia and Sara were busy cleaning what she had already cleaned, just because Johansson had noted a thin film haze on the tiles. “What happens to them?”


“Mr. Graham has been medically certified and not by our doctors either, losing the ball that held his wife tipped him over the rail. His wife, Penny, I have been given orders to take her ball to Vermillion City, with what you and Sara have discovered simply by talking to her has changed the Guild Masters thoughts about these things. She will never have her freedom again I am afraid, but she won’t be stuck on a shelf plugged in to a power system, as was standard procedure either.”


“Maybe an island” the librarian suggested yet again, “Where access can be carefully controlled? Oh dear, Sara is coming back, from the look on her face something is wrong.”


“An island is one of the ideas being looked into.” Dell stood from the table, turning to watch as his friend Sara Richard’s approached. Penny was right, something was wrong. Sara’s expression was a serious one, not

happy or fearful and she was holding something in her one hand, something with wires attached.