DEAD MAN'S JUSTICE - A Place of Evil (Stone & McLeish Thriller Series of Stories Book 2) by Gregory Stenson Page A
Authors: Gregory Stenson
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Shadow reached the door and was about to walk through when Rachel spoke.
‘I’ll let you know,’ she said.
‘Good. You do that.’
The door slammed shut behind him.
Chapter 13
‘Hello Ma’am? Is that Mrs. Sandra Randall?’ The voice, sounding almost military like, was that of Officer Steven Myers of the United States Customs and Borders Protection department of Homeland Security calling from JFK airport to advise the next of kin of Guy Randall that his body had arrived on home soil. Mrs. Randall had been prior informed and had arranged for their family undertakers to collect his coffin and bring it back to their parlor on 76th Street, Upper West Side, Manhattan.
It took Mrs. Randall several moments before she could speak to confirm who she was and to thank the Officer for their services. She had been sitting by the phone for most of the morning in one way dreading the announcement but in another way relieved that after three weeks he was finally home. It still didn’t seem real to her that her husband was dead. She knew that once she saw the coffin she would have to accept it.
Mrs. Randall thanked the Officer Myers and remained holding the receiver to her ear long after the phone call had ended. After almost a minute she realized that she was listening to the dial tone and slowly placed the receiver down.
‘When will they find the killer? ’ She mumbled to herself. ‘I need to see Brad Stone. He will find him for me.’
Upon returning to Trinidad, after rescuing Karla in St. Lucia, Stone felt obligated to call Mrs. Randall to explain the circumstances regarding Guy’s death at his home. He was careful to tell her only the important, relevant details. If she ever found out the truth about the real purpose of his visit to Trinidad and the affairs prior to that in New York, he was hoping it wouldn’t have to be from his lips.
Mrs. Randall was indebted to Stone for his kindness and temerity and when she learnt that he was due to fly back to the States she called him to request that he attend Guy’s funeral and visit her at her home afterwards. It was the least he could do, he thought, and promised her that he would.
Mrs. Randall, however, had another reason for wanting to meet with him.
She sat back, and tried to put her husband's funeral, set for later that afternoon, to the back of her mind. She had him in her heart for a few more hours, she thought, the ceremony would take him away from her forever to a different place.
His final resting place.
Mac was trying to make his way through JFK airport, he was walking from the plane through a glass sided corridor connecting the arrivals gate to the baggage hall. He was following all the other passengers who had also arrived from Trinidad. There seemed to be something holding the passengers up ahead, they were all looking out of the window towards the apron where their plane was parked. Mac got closer and took a look for himself, and then he realized what they were looking at. Towards the rear of the plane, where the baggage is usually offloaded, there was a hearse like vehicle and behind that was a bogey draped in black velvet being pushed along by four men in formal wear. It was then that Mac realized that he must have been on the same plane bringing Guy Randall’s body back home to the States. The escort was moving slowly and reverentially towards the hearse.
On top of the coffin there was a Stars and Stripes flag, it was overhanging the sides and was gently flapping in the breeze.
Mac continued on past the onlookers, he cleared customs and passport control and carried the diplomatic pouch all the way through without a hitch. When he reached at the arrivals hall he decided to stop and call Mrs. Randall to advise her of Stone's arrest.
He sat down, keeping the pouch on his lap and in view at all times. He scrolled his thumb down his mobile’s contact list to find her number, punched it in and held the phone to his ear.
‘I’ll let you know,’ she said.
‘Good. You do that.’
The door slammed shut behind him.
Chapter 13
‘Hello Ma’am? Is that Mrs. Sandra Randall?’ The voice, sounding almost military like, was that of Officer Steven Myers of the United States Customs and Borders Protection department of Homeland Security calling from JFK airport to advise the next of kin of Guy Randall that his body had arrived on home soil. Mrs. Randall had been prior informed and had arranged for their family undertakers to collect his coffin and bring it back to their parlor on 76th Street, Upper West Side, Manhattan.
It took Mrs. Randall several moments before she could speak to confirm who she was and to thank the Officer for their services. She had been sitting by the phone for most of the morning in one way dreading the announcement but in another way relieved that after three weeks he was finally home. It still didn’t seem real to her that her husband was dead. She knew that once she saw the coffin she would have to accept it.
Mrs. Randall thanked the Officer Myers and remained holding the receiver to her ear long after the phone call had ended. After almost a minute she realized that she was listening to the dial tone and slowly placed the receiver down.
‘When will they find the killer? ’ She mumbled to herself. ‘I need to see Brad Stone. He will find him for me.’
Upon returning to Trinidad, after rescuing Karla in St. Lucia, Stone felt obligated to call Mrs. Randall to explain the circumstances regarding Guy’s death at his home. He was careful to tell her only the important, relevant details. If she ever found out the truth about the real purpose of his visit to Trinidad and the affairs prior to that in New York, he was hoping it wouldn’t have to be from his lips.
Mrs. Randall was indebted to Stone for his kindness and temerity and when she learnt that he was due to fly back to the States she called him to request that he attend Guy’s funeral and visit her at her home afterwards. It was the least he could do, he thought, and promised her that he would.
Mrs. Randall, however, had another reason for wanting to meet with him.
She sat back, and tried to put her husband's funeral, set for later that afternoon, to the back of her mind. She had him in her heart for a few more hours, she thought, the ceremony would take him away from her forever to a different place.
His final resting place.
Mac was trying to make his way through JFK airport, he was walking from the plane through a glass sided corridor connecting the arrivals gate to the baggage hall. He was following all the other passengers who had also arrived from Trinidad. There seemed to be something holding the passengers up ahead, they were all looking out of the window towards the apron where their plane was parked. Mac got closer and took a look for himself, and then he realized what they were looking at. Towards the rear of the plane, where the baggage is usually offloaded, there was a hearse like vehicle and behind that was a bogey draped in black velvet being pushed along by four men in formal wear. It was then that Mac realized that he must have been on the same plane bringing Guy Randall’s body back home to the States. The escort was moving slowly and reverentially towards the hearse.
On top of the coffin there was a Stars and Stripes flag, it was overhanging the sides and was gently flapping in the breeze.
Mac continued on past the onlookers, he cleared customs and passport control and carried the diplomatic pouch all the way through without a hitch. When he reached at the arrivals hall he decided to stop and call Mrs. Randall to advise her of Stone's arrest.
He sat down, keeping the pouch on his lap and in view at all times. He scrolled his thumb down his mobile’s contact list to find her number, punched it in and held the phone to his ear.
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