Sometimes our lives get all tangled up, a twisted mess and we try to explain what’s happened only to have it backfire or not…
Well as the say goes, shit happens, for better or worse. But how did this go from emeralds to ducks?
Blackie cleared his throat, “Now I have some other news. Mr. Willson was the head of the ring; fencing the coins as they came to him. He paid kids to check out places where he made appointments. Juan Lopez told us he sat on your deck one night and saw Craig pouring out cans of coins and that Carla was sitting at a computer with bills in front of her.”
Carla shivered “We didn’t see him, the blinds were pulled shut, right Craig?”
“Yes, unless he was sitting at an angle to see in,” Craig stated then stopped. “Carla remember when I stopped by that morning for breakfast, the duck call thing. You didn’t see me sitting right there till you opened the blinds all the way, but I saw you walk by,” he said and started to make a fist again.
Carla grabbed his fist and held it tight. “Carla I am so sorry, I put us at risk.”
“No one got hurt Craig, no harm no foul,” she laughed remembering that morning.
“Oh hush Carla. Blackie so what about the Coin Head Ring,” then Craig started to laugh. “Can’t compete with this story line,” Samuel said, “Please Blackie do tell. I can’t wait to hear about this duck story.”
Blackie was trying to keep a straight face. “They all confessed and you’re coins are here in my pocket. Your bank has received an all clear from us. We got Mr. Willson before he could get out of your apartment complex Carla; had him under surveillance for weeks. We knew he would be there, since his phone was tapped.”
Craig jumped up and took off up the stairs. Carla just sat there with her mouth open. “What the heck” then she heard it. Samuel and Blackie heard it too and realized what he must be doing. “Oh boy, we are going to hear the newest duck story. Samuel, you think this is like the duck hunting trip we took 5 years ago?”
Craig told the story fast. It was not as funny as the other hunting story that happened. That’s a good fireside story for Carla later tonight he thought.
Craig pulled Blackie aside. “What’s the latest on the other?”
“Later Craig now’s not the right time, too many ears.” Blackie said as he waved to Carla. “Night all” Blackie and Samuel left. Craig turned around and said, “Well that was short.”
Carla said “Well do I get to hear the other duck story?”
Craig smiled and put his arm around Carla’s shoulder, “Actually yes, I was in charge of waving this big black triangle piece of fabric. It was supposed to resembled, a duck or goose. I was sitting in a duck blind, with reeds and grass all around me. Howard yelled to lie down. That’s when I saw all the geese around me, and I was trapped till Howard shot off a few rounds and the geese flew away.”
Carla smiled and asked, “So did you get a bird Craig?”
“No my dear had to bring home KFC!” Carla giggled, “Guess you had to have been there.”
“Yes Carla, it’s not as funny as our story. Craig pulled her close into him with a hug “I like the outcome of our story better it was much more satisfying and better eating!”
“Whoa!” Carla turned beet red and fanned herself. “Sure glad you didn’t say that when we had company.”