Berta had gotten George's radio call about the bear while Lori was sleeping. Her little place was too small and not set up for guests. She had a little apartment above the small building that Berta just called the barn. It was a barn, but it was also built in the manner in which her house was, all except the thatch roof. She had gone up there to open up the windows and doors, it was dusty as heck but it was still there. As she came down the ladder stairs she was thinking that she must have lost track of time, that poor girl doesn't know where I am. Lori just sat there and wondered which way to the bathroom? She didn't wan't to be seen checking out the place like some petty thief or something. She waited and called Berta a few times but the little woman was nowhere to be heard. She grabbed the cane George had given her and got to her feet. Her stumbling gait and hop technique took her to her first guess and she was right, what a relief.
The case was not easy, there was so very little to go on other than the stuff that was common knowledge. Tom didn't know if this guy was even real let alone what his secret was. He had a subpoena in to Fenwick and West, the firm handling his affairs yet they had said openly they had had no direct contact with their client for over 30 years. They had a contact that worked for them on a need a signature type of basis but they hadn't needed one for decades. A lone representative handles all of the contact requests and since the stories started appearing in the media that person had made herself scarce. The paperwork that he did eventually get popped his eyes out some more. This guy was brilliant or the best insider trader in history, and it had been going on a lot longer than even he thought.
She got a little startled when she came back in, Lori was not on the couch? A flush of the toilet soon brought her back to the her and now. Lori got the same start when she opened the door and saw Berta waiting for her in the doorway leading out into the living room. "I'm sorry, I had to go so bad" Lori said, Berta was apologizing as well for not pointing it out to her. She helped the younger woman back to the couch and pulled up an padded foot stool she used for her own swollen at times paws. "George says that Snaglles has torn up the place down there pretty good, it seems you are going to be here for a bit, overnight at least." The older woman looking for clues from the other woman's face and seeing a blank stare almost. Lori's head went straight to going home and giving up, going to the hospital and getting away from this crazy hillbilly-ish place. Even though she had only been there for three days, maybe that was enough? She realized then that Berta was waiting for her to respond to what she had said. "Sorry, I was just.." Berta slapped Lori's knee lightly a few times and said "that's alright, I would want to leave too." Lori's eyes peaked, what the heck?
Sprocket didn't move much but he popped his head up when George's radio call went out. He was going to get in his truck and go to Jimmy Nolen's place on the other side of Bertas to see if he had seen anything. They could at least set some pepper pots around the Hudson's and in the usual areas. Pepper pots are filled with different peppers like Cayenne etc... bears hate the stuff and they can smell it really well from a distance. Needless to say George never told Jimmy he was on his way, while Jimmy was wondering what was taking George so long. Jimmy had a new Classic Mustang he picked up yesterday and he wanted to show it off to George, they liked the classics.
The boxes came in on a pallet, plastic wrapped around the four foot pile. The pallet jack was wheeled into a spare office a few doors down from Tom's. There were two eight foot tables and a scanner the size of a Mini Cooper. This system fed straight into the Justice Department's computers and filed it where ever Tom wanted it to go. It was just so damn much! He thought his little folder had gotten him deep into this mystery. Now he has a warehouse of papers and this is still on just a strong hunch, a thought and a gut feeling. He was going to go down in history and hopefully the Government still gave a .01 percent finders fee for getting them Billions in ill gotten gains back.
"You are in no state to drive dear, really" was her blunt response. Lori was feeling trapped to a certain degree and if she was going to leave she would have to do so soon. It was getting later on in the day and she would have a drive ahead of her. As she was thinking of the drive her foot pulsed again with a wild pain, nope... not happening. She was noting then that she did not see another vehicle when they pulled up? Did Berta even have a car? As she sat there pondering for a few moments Berta used the opportunity to get up and move across the room. On a beautiful but tarnished silver tray was a crystal bottle of something with a few small glasses. It had a brilliant stopper at the top and the Older woman asked if Lori would like some? Lori not knowing or even really in the room completely, a million miles away in some parts of her head just nodded.
The case was not easy, there was so very little to go on other than the stuff that was common knowledge. Tom didn't know if this guy was even real let alone what his secret was. He had a subpoena in to Fenwick and West, the firm handling his affairs yet they had said openly they had had no direct contact with their client for over 30 years. They had a contact that worked for them on a need a signature type of basis but they hadn't needed one for decades. A lone representative handles all of the contact requests and since the stories started appearing in the media that person had made herself scarce. The paperwork that he did eventually get popped his eyes out some more. This guy was brilliant or the best insider trader in history, and it had been going on a lot longer than even he thought.
She got a little startled when she came back in, Lori was not on the couch? A flush of the toilet soon brought her back to the her and now. Lori got the same start when she opened the door and saw Berta waiting for her in the doorway leading out into the living room. "I'm sorry, I had to go so bad" Lori said, Berta was apologizing as well for not pointing it out to her. She helped the younger woman back to the couch and pulled up an padded foot stool she used for her own swollen at times paws. "George says that Snaglles has torn up the place down there pretty good, it seems you are going to be here for a bit, overnight at least." The older woman looking for clues from the other woman's face and seeing a blank stare almost. Lori's head went straight to going home and giving up, going to the hospital and getting away from this crazy hillbilly-ish place. Even though she had only been there for three days, maybe that was enough? She realized then that Berta was waiting for her to respond to what she had said. "Sorry, I was just.." Berta slapped Lori's knee lightly a few times and said "that's alright, I would want to leave too." Lori's eyes peaked, what the heck?
Sprocket didn't move much but he popped his head up when George's radio call went out. He was going to get in his truck and go to Jimmy Nolen's place on the other side of Bertas to see if he had seen anything. They could at least set some pepper pots around the Hudson's and in the usual areas. Pepper pots are filled with different peppers like Cayenne etc... bears hate the stuff and they can smell it really well from a distance. Needless to say George never told Jimmy he was on his way, while Jimmy was wondering what was taking George so long. Jimmy had a new Classic Mustang he picked up yesterday and he wanted to show it off to George, they liked the classics.
The boxes came in on a pallet, plastic wrapped around the four foot pile. The pallet jack was wheeled into a spare office a few doors down from Tom's. There were two eight foot tables and a scanner the size of a Mini Cooper. This system fed straight into the Justice Department's computers and filed it where ever Tom wanted it to go. It was just so damn much! He thought his little folder had gotten him deep into this mystery. Now he has a warehouse of papers and this is still on just a strong hunch, a thought and a gut feeling. He was going to go down in history and hopefully the Government still gave a .01 percent finders fee for getting them Billions in ill gotten gains back.
"You are in no state to drive dear, really" was her blunt response. Lori was feeling trapped to a certain degree and if she was going to leave she would have to do so soon. It was getting later on in the day and she would have a drive ahead of her. As she was thinking of the drive her foot pulsed again with a wild pain, nope... not happening. She was noting then that she did not see another vehicle when they pulled up? Did Berta even have a car? As she sat there pondering for a few moments Berta used the opportunity to get up and move across the room. On a beautiful but tarnished silver tray was a crystal bottle of something with a few small glasses. It had a brilliant stopper at the top and the Older woman asked if Lori would like some? Lori not knowing or even really in the room completely, a million miles away in some parts of her head just nodded.
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