A (Semi) Full Accounting of This Administration’s Terror Campaign

Here’s an excerpt from San Juan Sunrise. I’ll be posting more soon. Stay tuned.

Jenny reached over and pulled a large butcher knife from the knife block and went for him. “Get your pig fucking ass out of here now or, I swear I’ll cut your heart out.”

Chris saw something in her eyes that he had never seen. He held up both hands. “Hey, fuck you! I’m gone. Go to hell.” He backed carefully out the door, ran to his truck and left.

Jenny stood there, shaking. The knife fell to the floor. She let out a primal scream from deep within her soul. She stood like that for  a long time. Suddenly, something flashed and she knew what to do. She grabbed her cell phone and looked up locksmiths and found one on the north end of Durango. She called and was answered immediately.

“Franks Lock and Key.”

“Hi, I need some locks re-keyed. How soon can you be here?”

“Monday at the earliest. Where are you located?”

“It can’t wait until Monday. I need them done now.”

“But I have other calls I’m heading out to.”

“What’s your rate? I’ll double, no triple it, if you get here right away.”

“What? Really? Okay, Lady. Where’re you located?”

Jenny gave him the address and directions. He would be there inside a half an hour.

She then called the alarm company that had installed an alarm system for Will back when he had traveled a lot. She had deactivated the service when she bought the place and now had it reactivated.

She then went into the bedroom and stripped all the linens hauling them out to a burn pile area where they would burn tree branches and other  vegetation and debris. She then struggled getting the  mattress out onto the pile followed by the box springs. She then called the fire department letting them know she was doing a burn. She got a can of gas that was used for their garden tractor and poured it onto the bedding. She lit a crumbled piece of paper and tossed it on. There was a huge ‘whump’ and it all went up in hot flames, quickly reducing the pile to ashes.

She turned and saw Frank the locksmith standing there, wide eyed,  with his tool box. “Nice fire. Burning the bed, eh?”