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The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No
real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story.
Please do not try this at home.

The car was still moving when I jumped out and rushed to the door of the safe house. I had the Glock in my hand and didn't even slow down as I crashed though the front door. I was greeted with a scene that is burned permanently into my memory. It is one I see over and over in my dreams.

On the floor near the phone was Joanne's body, partially covered by Cheryl's still form. Next to them and facing away as I entered was a man holding Ginger by her arm as she tried to get away. When he heard my entrance the man turned around and I recognized him at once. It was Assistant Chief Joseph Longacre, the man who cost me my police career. I had no time to think about that or anything else. He was holding a revolver and when he saw me he reacted in an instant.

Longacre shoved Ginger away and fired at me. I didn't feel anything and thought he missed. I didn't wait to find out. I emptied the Glock into his worthless body, tearing it to shreds.

When I was out of ammo I dropped the gun and ran to Cheryl. I pulled her up into my arms and hugged her close. It was obvious that she was near death. She opened her eyes for a moment and said something. I leaned close to listen.

"Did we do it, Sam? Did we keep our promise?"

"What promise, love?"

"Our promise to protect her."

It took me a moment to realize what she meant. She was worried about Ginger. I glanced around and saw Ginger clinging to another of my people.

"Yes. We kept our promise, sweetheart. She's safe."

She smiled weakly and whispered again.

"Take care of her, Sam. I love you both."

Her eyes closed, and she slipped away.

I am ashamed to say that I gave no further notice to Joanne or Ginger. My world was wrapped up in the little body I held in my arms, and it was over. I sat there and sobbed. Then I heard a voice behind me.

"It's you own fault. If you'd.." SMACK!

It had been Grange, and I had started toward him as soon as he uttered the first words. I never made it. There was a flash of sudden movement, and a body came between us. A fist swung out and connected with Grange's chin. He folded like an old lawn chair and slipped to the floor. He wasn't out and started to get up. The body that had done the damage was Beth. She saved me from breaking my promise. Before he could get up by himself, she had him in a hammerlock and was walking him out the door. I heard her screaming at him but paid no attention to what she was saying. I returned my attention to Cheryl.

The little girl I had saved and loved and who I had tried so hard to protect was gone, and as much as I hated to admit it Grange was right. It was my fault.  I may as well have pulled the trigger myself. I had failed at the most important job of my life. After all she had gone through, Cheryl ended up paying with her life for my stupidity.

I don't know how long I sat there holding that sweet little girl's body, but after some time had passed I realized that someone was trying to get my attention. It was Beth, and she was trying to pull me up off the floor.

"Come on, Sam. Get up. There's nothing more you can do for her."

"Grange was right, Beth. It is my fault! I should have protected her."

"Grange is an ass and is rarely right about anything and certainly not this. You did all you could, Sam. And Cheryl did all she could, too. Don't take that away from her. She gave her life for her friend. Ginger has told us what happened. Cheryl was on the phone with Grace telling her what was happening when Longacre broke in. He shot Joanne before she could do anything. Cheryl was trying to get Joanne's gun when he shot her too. She was a brave little girl, and don't you dare make her sacrifice any less by taking the blame for something that wasn't you fault."

I just shook my head. She didn't understand, I thought. But I didn't say anything. Then she went on.

"Now you need to go to Ginger and help her. She is like you. She blames herself for all this. She thinks she should have never run away from those bastards so none of this would have happened. You need to make her understand, Sam."

"I can't. I just can't."

I looked around a spotted Amber trying to comfort Ginger. I called her over.

"Take Ginger over to Mother's. See to it that security is doubled and tell Mother what happened. I can't deal with her right now. I can't protect anyone, especially little girls."

Both Beth and Amber just looked at me in shock. Amber started to say something, but I stopped her.

"JUST DO IT! NOW!"

Amber stepped back in what looked like fear. I had never yelled at her or any of my employees. Her answer should have made me realize what I'd done."

"Yes, sir!"

Without any further word she turned and walked away. She gathered Ginger up and they left. Ginger was sobbing deeply and tears were running down her cheeks, but I didn't care. I turned to look at Beth. She was just standing there shaking her head in disbelief.

"The case is yours, Beth. I'm done. You have all the evidence and the girls are all at Mother's. Go get them and take them into protective custody. I can't protect them any more. It's over. I'm going home. If you need me, come and get me. Mike or Amber or Grace should be able to give you anything you need. I just retired. I'm done."

I didn't even give her time to reply. I just walked out the door. I had no car, but there were plenty of company cars there with a lot of my people. I found one and asked him to take me home. He nodded and led the way to a car. I was home in just ten minutes.

The first thing I needed to do was get out of the blood soaked clothes. It was only then that I realized that the bastard hadn't missed me after all.   His aim just wasn't as good as mine. He had hit me in the left shoulder, and now that the shock was wearing off it was starting to hurt. The bleeding was minor but I knew it needed attention. There was no way I wanted to go to the emergency room, so I called Jack.

Jack was there in minutes and had me fixed up in no time. He said it was just a flesh wound and would heal fine if I followed his instructions. I promised I would and he left.

I went in and collapsed on Cheryl's bed and wept. After what seemed like many hours I fell asleep. I didn't rest, though. I dreamed of that scene. It was the first of many such dreams that still haunt me.

The next day I was visited by an FBI agent I didn't know. He told me he was sorry to bother me, but he needed a statement about the shooting. I let him in and gave him what he needed and he left. They didn't bother me again for a week. Oh, the phone rang until I unhooked it. And there was the occasional knock on the door. But I didn't answer it, and they went away.

For that week I didn't eat much or shower or anything but cry and sleep and remember. At the end of that week there was a light knock on the door. I tried to ignore it, but it persisted and finally I looked out to see who it was. It was Mother. She saw me at the window and called out to me.

"Open up, Sam. I'm not going away. I'll stand here for as long as it takes for you to realize I'm not leaving and let me in. Don't make an old lady stand here all day, Sam. Open the door."

I opened the door and she swept in with the authority of a mother who knew what needed to be done. She looked around, taking stock of the situation, and went to work. No lecture or orders. She just took over. Her first stop was the kitchen. I plopped down in a chair and let her have her way. A few minutes later she brought me a cup of coffee. I sipped it as she returned to the kitchen. I heard her banging around. I guessed she must be doing the dishes. After a while she came out again. This time she looked me in the eye with an expression that told me I had better do as I was told. I was instructed to go take a shower and shave and brush my teeth. I just sat there. She reached down, grabbed my ear and dragged me up out of the chair. I was soon headed for my room.

"Okay, Mother. I'll do as I'm told."

She let me go, and I headed in to my room. I undressed and stepped into the bathroom. After adjusting the shower I stepped in. Before I could even start washing I was bawling again. It was there in that shower that Cheryl and I had started our sex life together. I could almost see her and feel her lips on my limp dick. After a while I heard Mother's voice outside the bathroom.

"Wash, Sam. Wash."

It jerked me out of my memory, and I did as I was told. After I washed I shaved and brushed my teeth. I had to admit to myself that it felt good to be clean again. I even got dressed in some clean clothes. I had to. Mother had taken my dirty ones away. When I stepped into the kitchen Mother pointed to a chair, and I sat down. She served me a hot breakfast of ham and eggs and home fries, with toast and juice. I didn't even remember that I had those things in my fridge. Once I started to eat I realized how hungry I was. Mother refilled my plate three times before I was full. I sat back as I wiped my mouth, feeling stuffed but better than I had for some time.

"Thank you, Mother. That was delicious, and I needed it badly."

She came over and pulled my head against her big breasts in a comforting hug as if she were my mother and I had been hurt. She just held me for a bit, and I cried again. She stepped back and sat down at the table.

"That's enough for now, Sam. You've had time to grieve and you will have more later. But right now you have responsibilities that need your attention."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for one thing you have a business to take care of. If you really meant it when you said you were retired, then you need to make it legal so the business can run without you. You have a lot of loyal employees that depend on you. You owe it to them to see that things are taken care of."

She paused to let me think about that. Of course she was right. Isn't Mother always right? Then she took a deep breath and continued.

"You also need to make arrangements for both Cheryl and Joanne. Neither of them had anyone to do it. The Coroner's Office has held off as long as they can. You need to make some decisions, as hard as that may be."

I nodded.

"Next, since you are working for me on this case, you need to get the files cleaned up and closed and a final report written for the record. That is what I'm paying you for."

She smiled as she said that, and I had to smile a little myself.

"And last but not least, you have a responsibility to Ginger. She is devastated and blames herself for all that has happened. She is convinced it is all her fault. Nothing any of us can say to her will change her mind. She is in worse shape than you were. She won't eat or clean up. She doesn't sleep much, and when she does she ends up with nightmares and wakes up screaming. I've tried and Doctor Jack has tried, but nobody can get through to her. She says you hate her and that's why you sent her away. I know you're too nice a man to do that to a helpless little girl. You need to go to her and make her understand it's not her fault."

I just sat there and thought about what Mother had said. As usual she was right. But could I do what needed to be done?

"As far as the business goes, I'm not sure I can do it any more. But you're right about the others involved. I'll go in and talk to Mike and Grace and set things up so they can run it or what ever they think is best. I have enough money, so I won't take any from the business for the time being."

Mother didn't say anything, but I could see she approved.

"I should have made arrangements much sooner but I'll get on that today. I didn't know about Joanne. I'll check with Amber about what is best. She knew Joanne, and I'm sure she can guide me. I'll do the right thing for her. She was a special lady, and we owe her a lot."

"And, yes, I'll get with Amber about the case too. I'll see to it that you get the final report as soon as possible. If I'd known what a slave driver you are, I'd never have taken you as a client."

Seeing my humor showing through for the first time in a while made Mother smile and nod her head.

"But I don't know what to do about Ginger. I'll do what I can. I'll go see her and have a talk with her. I made a promise to Cheryl the first day we met Ginger that I'd take care of her. I'll find a way to keep that promise if I can."

Mother seemed satisfied with her work and got up to leave.

"I'm glad you see what needs to be done, Sam. I knew you'd take action, and I trust you to what's right. Now I have a house full of girls to take care of, so I'm leaving."

"Do you still have Mary and the others staying with you?"

"Yes. I do for now. You'll hear the details later but the case is closed as far as they are concerned, and the FBI and U.S. Attorney think it's safe. I've been granted temporary custody until the County can figure out what is best for them."

"You are probably what's best for them, Mother. I know you'll take good care of them."

"Thank you, Sam. Good bye for now. And remember, Sam, she loved you and would expect you to do the right thing. Don't let her down."

And with that she swept out the same way she came in. This time as a Mother who had set things right.

I had to make some calls before I went out. The first was to Beth. I used her work number and was transferred around until someone finally told me she didn't work there and they had no forwarding information. I flashed back on that night. She must have lost her job just like I had for hitting a superior. I felt bad about that. I dialed her private number. She answered on the first ring.

"It's about time you called, Sam."

"Yeah. I'm sorry about that, but I just couldn't talk about it. I tried at your office, but they said you didn't work there. I take it you got Sam'd."

"I didn't give Grange the chance. I submitted my resignation along with my report the next day."

"Can we meet some place and talk? I need a rundown on what has happened since that night."

"Sure. How about your office?"

"Good. I'm about to head there any way. I should be there in less than an hour. I have a lot to do, so come in any time."

"Okay. See you later."

I hung up and headed to the office. When I got there I went right to my own office and didn't say anything to anyone. I didn't realize until later that nobody said anything to me, either. Normally there would have been greetings from various people I passed. I sat down at my desk and was surprised to see it was clear. I had expected a lot of reports and paper work, but there was none. I picked up the phone and dialed Grace's number. Her secretary answered, and I asked if she was in. I was told she was, and I asked she be informed I was on the way and would like to speak with her.

Next I called Mike and asked him to meet me in Grace's office. He agreed, and I hung up. I went to meet with them. It was a short meeting. I explained that I needed some time off and didn't know when or if I would be back. I asked them to continue running things and to take over my P.I. side of the operation temporarily. I suggested they get the company attorney to draw up any papers that were needed to give them authority. They promised to do that right away and let me know if I needed to sign something.

Having that out of the way I headed to Amber's office. This was going to be harder, but I needed to be briefed on what our people had done on the case and where it stood. Amber smiled when I went into her office, but it was a small, reserved smile.

"Hi, Sam. What do you need?"

"I need a lot of things, Amber. But I think only time will give them to me. Right now I need a briefing on the case. But first I need to ask you for a favor."

"Sure, Sam. Anything I can do, I will."

"This is outside you normal duties. It's a personal favor for me and you can refuse if you don't want to do it. Agreed?"

"Okay. No problem."

"I understand you knew Joanne pretty well."

A cloud seemed to pass over her face as she answered.

"Yes. We were good friends. I miss her."

"Well, I was wondering if you would make the arrangements for her funeral. I understand she had no family, and I want her to have the best. I know you'll do it right. All expenses are to be covered by the company. Will you take care of it?"

"I'd be proud to. Thank you for asking me."

"Good. Make sure everyone here knows when and where the funeral will be and that they will be on a paid day off to attend if they can be spared."

"Fine. I'm sure there will be a lot who will want to go. She was well liked."

"Since you are going to be doing that, I wonder if you'd also handle the same thing for Cheryl. She had no family, either. I want the very best, and all expenses are to be charged to my personal account. If you agree to handle it I think you should get together with Grace. They spent a lot of time talking, and I'm sure she'll have some ideas about what is the right thing to do."

"I'd be glad to handle that for you, Sam. I'll get with Grace right away. When we have the plans made I'll get with you so you can have final say. But there is one thing, Sam."

"Oh? What's that?"

"She did have a family. Right here in this building. We are all her family and have been since the first day she came in. We all just adopted her as one of us and loved her very much. We all miss her a lot."

"Thanks. I'm sure she knew that. She loved coming down here to spend time and say hello to everyone. Now, let's get to the briefing."

"Okay. First the details of the attack. It seems that Longacre used his skills to find and disable our outside guards. They were knocked out with a heavy object but are not seriously injured. I guess he figured if they didn't see him he didn't need to kill them. Once he had taken them out he started to scout around the house. When the guards didn't answer a check in call, we called into the house. That's when we told you there was something going on there.

"Joanne was trying to watch all the possible entries and put Cheryl on the phone to keep in touch with the office. Longacre broke in, and in spite of her training Joanne was no match for his experience. He got off the first shot, and she went down. Cheryl screamed that Joanne was shot as she reached for Joanne's gun. We heard her over the phone even though she had dropped it. We heard the next shot right after her scream. It was about a minute later that you rushed in and shot him.

"There really isn't much else to tell you from our side. Your last order was to turn it all over to the FBI, so we did. We shut down our operation and gave everything to them. We wrote up our reports, and after Mike reviewed them we gave copies to the FBI. They came here and held interviews with everyone who had anything to do with the case, and that was it. They let the girls stay with Mother and put their own men on security there. Jennie stayed for a couple of days to help out, but then she had to stop since we had no authority. We were notified that none of our people were in any trouble, but that you would be served as per your agreement with the U.S. Attorney."

"Okay. I'd like to review the case from start to finish. Would you set up the tapes and files so I can do it in one shot?"

"Sure thing. I'll set it up in one of our small rooms so you can be alone and take your time."

"Thank you, Amber. You have been a great help and I appreciate the extra you are taking on for me. You can reach me here at the office for a while or at my private cell number if you need anything."

"Will do, Sam."

I went back to my office to wait for Beth. I figured she would have to fill me in on what was going on with the case since we dropped it. But then I wondered if she knew. She had said she left the FBI the next day. I was lost in thought when I heard a voice at the door. I looked up to see Beth standing there.

"Come in and sit down. Can you fill me in on what happened after I left?"

For the next hour Beth went over the case. It seems that the FBI decided they couldn't wait now that one of the perp's had made such a mess. Whitehead had sworn out warrants on all the names in that little book George had, and within hours they were all under arrest for multiple Federal and Stae felonies. Within days after being faced with the evidence all parties confessed. Beth had already left her job, but her friends had kept her advised. She said that there was information that some lower level police had been involved but had not known the full extent of the operation. She suggested I talk to Wilson if I wanted to know more on that angle. I agreed. I should have thought about him sooner. Finally she just sat back and stared at me without saying anything more.

"As I said on the phone, Beth. I'm really sorry about you losing your job. I know that was important to you. What are you going to do now?"

"No big deal, Sam. I was tired of taking Grange's crap any way. I found a new job right away and I like it better. I work for a nice guy at good pay and no politics. And I do the same kind of work."

"That's great. Give me your number so I can call you if I need to or if I just want to talk."

She smiled and said, "476".

"476 what's the rest?"

"That's all. Just 476. It's my extension number."

"Oh. Okay what's the main number?"

"You really are slow sometimes, Sam. Pick up your phone and dial 476."

I stared at her and did as she said, still not tumbling to what was going on. The phone rang and her voice mail answered. "Hi. This is Beth Cantrell. I'm out of the office right now, but if you leave a message after the tone, I'll get back to you ASAP. If that's you Sam, just hang up and tell me what you want."

She was sitting there laughing. I finally caught on. How dumb can you get. It was an extension number here at my company. She worked for me. Or at least she thought she did.

"After what happened I called Mike to tell him I was no longer on the case and how to get hold of me if they needed anything. He offered me a job, and I took it. I'll be in charge of field ops once I get set up."

We talked for a while, and then I left. I needed to get out of there and headed home. I stopped on the way when I remembered Wilson. I asked him about his side of the case, and he filled me in. Internal affairs had seven vice cops under investigation and suspected there were more. He was acting as liaison between the PD, the FBI, and my office. Once the case broke the PD had started their own investigation of other operations involving those who were part of this case. It looked like they would all do hard time. All except George, that is. It seems he made a deal to testify against all the others in return for a lighter prison term. But he would be a registered sex offender when he got out and would be on probation for a long time. That is, if he survived his short time in prison. Inmates were well known for not liking child molesters.

I thanked Wilson for his help and went home. I knew there was one more thing I needed to do, but I put it off until after I got some more rest and had dinner. Then I called Mother and asked if it was okay to come over. She said it was about time, and so I made the trip I dreaded most.

I went to see Ginger.

The end chapter 8.

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