Wings of Deception by Pamela Carron Page A

was no push over when it came to the courts . T his area of law was his expertise , so the legal world in Mississippi began recognizing his name.
    When it came to his personal life, he had m ore social invitations than he could attend and was working on filling up his new ‘little black book.’ He was no saint and not interested in being one either .
    It was late one evening , just as he was about to meet some of his colleagues at a nearby sports bar to watch a college basketball game that he got a phone call from Sheila .
    “ A fter all this time of not returning my phone calls , what could you want with me now?” His sarcasm was oozing.
    “Jacks this is a professional call and I will get straight to the point. ”
    “Professional , hell ! Y ou can’t answer a phone call from me and you want to be professional now? What the crap is wrong with you besides the fact you are now married to a moron ?”
    Sheila’s voice remained cool and aloof. “ It happens that Mick’s firm has a client with a problem which involves a child in your area . An abuse case and they would like you to investigate. It is right there close by where you are . A friend of o ne of the child’s relatives contacted our office when they returned from a visit there. They are concerned for the child’s welfare , Jacks , and it sounds serious.”
    Jacks was immediately concerned when child abuse was mentioned . Still, she was not sounding just right. For one thing she had never let him get away with swearing. His curiosity was pe a ked though and he said, “ Okay , so I am listening , tell me more .”
    “ T he parents of this young girl are using her for questionable purposes. They take her to see people and have her tell th e m that she had some sort of vision or something and was sent to give th e m a message. Our client witnessed this while there visiting mutual relatives and on top of that the child has a terminal illness!”
    “Hmmm, sounds out of the ordinary . What are the parents gaining from this , m oney?
    “I have no idea Jacks. We are in New York and you are in Mississippi , so i nvestigate it and get the girl away from her parents.”
    “I will look into it . G ive me some names and what information you have. ”
    He scribbled while she gave him details.
    “And Jacks, they want you to personally handle this for th e m . It is mixed up in the religious sect so we do not need a sympathetic Christian handling the case. ”
    “ We , s ince when are you anti-Christian ?”
    “ I am not aware of such things that are not relevant here . It is an awful situation. T he client wants to make sure the little girl is protected. ”
    “I see.” But he didn’t for she was talking strange , as if trying to give him a double meaning to her words. Knowing she was representing Morgan’s attorney made him nauseous .
    “Why are they having you contact me about all this ? W hy not someone else?”
    “ They know you will listen to me.” She lowered her voice as if trying to keep someone from hearing. “I can’t really talk Jacks about how things are here , but you must be careful!”
    “Why can’t you tell me Sheila, how things are, really? What is keeping you from it or maybe I should say who? ”
    There was a pause on the other end with a voice talking in the background and when she spoke her voice again became unfamiliar and cold.
    “We will be contacting you for an update on this soon , for our client.”
    “Sheila?”
    “ As I said, w e will be in touch for our client soon. Good-bye.”
    “ Huh! ” Jacks hung up the phone. Odd , but then so was having your kid go around delivering weird messages to people saying they were from God , Himself . He would be interested in this one but how even weirder that the call would come from New York and from the same men responsible , in a roundabout way , for him being in Mississippi. He supposed it could be coincidental and shoving the paper into a drawer for the next day , he left for the