Arthur shakes, sideways bald skull,
reprimands, brotherly. “You shouldn’t keep evidence from me, bro. I
get befuddled and mad.”
“When Geneva fired her last bullet with lousy
aim at me, her Colt was empty.” Preston holds, vertically hand in
air. “And those two old Colts were family heirlooms. Her real
name’s Jennifer Lasseter, not Lassater, spelled L.A.S.S.E.T.E.R.
from Geneva, Alabama where her family owns an antique store, not
shooting gallery for redneck cowboys.” Arthur fist-bumps Preston’s
extended hand.
“How’da ya find out, Preston?” Lacy inquires,
sweetly, drinks, nosily coke.
Preston peaks, tenderly her cheekbone,
credits, wisely. “Research after Pamela hinted that Geneva wasn’t
really…Geneva.”
Arthur reports, fully. “CIA/FBI IT hackers
had uncovered secret phone wirings on her encounters with overseas
transfers of monies from personal accounts & access multiple
times into CIA web site through non-operated channels along with
information exchange with non-CIA agents.”
Preston addresses, swiftly. “Geneva was much
more than she seems…had seemed…alarming both CIA/FBI when she
disappeared out of thin air, yesterday along with her car, some
clothes and cash from personal bank accounts after they fucked her
personal PC.”
Arthur tattles, purposefully. “The mastermind
was Paul, our boss and Geneva’s pal, helped cover her identity and
job, here. They both were searching for BOA.”
“Me.” Preston growls, hardy. “Paul’s gone…by
the way. I’m in charge.”
“Conflict of interest, bro.” Arthur
legalizes, carefully, frowns, ugly.
Preston advices, purposefully. “Our
department will combine Cyber Crimes cowboys and kittens…”
Arthur purrs in Ilenn’s ear, playfully.
“Meow.” She giggles, sweetly.
Preston chuckles, lightly, continues.
“Replacing our…friends. And we’re getting new management and…we’re
getting married.”
Arthur stands, swiftly, extends hand.
“Congrats, buddy!”
Lacy & Llenn both leap, rapidly from
chairs, hug, tightly Pamela. Ilenn offers, sweetly. “Pamela, I’m so
happy for both you and Preston.”
Pamela grins, toothy, offers. “Thanks,
Ilenn.”
“What about the diamonds, Preston?” Lacy
frowns, funny, asks, curiously.
Preston scratches finger pads on dusted
whiskers, winks, flirtatiously at Pamela. “Diamonds, yeah. I got
the diamonds waiting solid 366 days for someone to claim the
illegal evidence… which they didn’t… then shared my treasure with
Arthur, pals for life.” Preston fists-bumps Arthur, hardy.
The end….maybe!