Chapter 16

We sat down at the dinner table and ate our delicious thin crust pizza with glasses of ice cold Pepsi. This was the first time since I could remember actually feeling like a part of a family.

Sarah's Mother smiled and winked at me, like everything was going to be ok.

We could hear Momma Possum, "Kids. Kids! Just give Momma a few minutes of peace!"

All of us chuckled and covered our mouths, careful not to let one small piece of pizza fall out.

Brute sat next to me, "That Momma Possum could use a few lessons on parenting. I could guide her but she is so grouchy."

I patted his head, "You are truly an amazing dog."

In the middle of our meal the phone rang. Not a cell phone but the house phone. I didn't know houses still had those.

Sarah's Mother got up, made a goofy face at us, and answered the ringing phone, "Hello?"

On the other end was a deep ominous voice, "I want my son back. He knows things. He can do things. I'm coming for him Jenkins. CIA or not, this pursuit will continue until I have him back. Sleep tight."

Sarah pried, "Who was it Mommy? Was it one of your CIA friends? Or was it the boogie man?" She waved her hands in the air and made funny faces.

Sarah's Mother did not sit back down with us. She walked around the house checking all the windows and doors. She disappeared to her room and when she came back out her arms were full of little black devices.

Each device was placed at the opening of a window and door.

Sarah needed to know because she was a ten year old kid, "What are those? Are they bombs for the bad guys?"

Laughing, Sarah's Mother replied, "No my love, they are sensors. That's all. If one of the windows or doors opens we will hear a loud noise and we'll know if anything is going on. That's all."

I stood and took Sarah's Mother aside, "Was that my Dad? Ok, I know it was my Dad, I was listening in. Please keep him away from me, please."

In the middle of my plea for protection there was a knock on the door.

I quickly used my x-ray ability to see a person sprinting away to a car parked about a quarter mile away, "They are running away Miss Jenkins. There's a package on the porch."

What was it and who was it?

"People are scared of things they don't understand."