Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2011 01:51:40 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Jack Albertson - Chapter 13

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Mary Lou and Justin had been gone for several minutes, when Miz Vivian
walked into the bedroom behind Jack, speaking first to let him know she was
back home from playing bridge.  He quickly explained to her what had gone
on and showed her the passage and hidden staircase in back of the old
wardrobe, as she looked on in astonishment.  Miz Vivian told Jack she was
going to go to the bathroom and change into something more comfortable.
Before doing so, she stopped over near her bedside table to take off her
earrings.  Jack turned his back to the wardrobe momentarily, saying
something to Miz Vivian.

At just that moment, Jack felt the unmistakable feeling of a small pistol
being rammed between his shoulders.  "Don't move, Albertson!" a strangely
familiar voice barked.

****

Meanwhile, Justin and Mary Lou had followed the narrow, rickety, old hidden
staircase down, and down, and found that it led all the way down to the
cellar of the old mansion, ending at what appeared to a dead end.  In front
of them and to their right were what appeared to be solid old wooden walls.
The damp old limestone wall of the cellar was to the left.

They had then managed to figure out how to open another old concealed
pocket door, which led through what had appeared to be the wooden wall to
the right, and came out in the cellar around behind the wine racks.  "How
the hell did he get outside from here, though?"  Justin asked.  "He could
have gone up the main stairs to the first floor from here in the cellar and
then out the front door, but then the deadbolt on it would have been
unlocked."

Mary Lou went back through the old pocket door to the foot of the hidden
staircase and looked around, shining her flashlight.  It quickly became
apparent that the other wooden wall at the foot of the stairs wasn't really
a wall either, but rather yet another one of the cleverly designed pocket
doors.

"People in the era when this house was built found things like pocket doors
and these clever little concealed mechanisms used to operate them to be
quite the novelties to have around," Mary Lou commented, as she pushed the
little hidden mechanism that was down to one side of the door.  By now,
they had learned very well how to do this, and it was actually quite simple
once you knew how to find the mechanism and then how to work it.  That door
was short though, not quite six feet tall, and so was the very narrow
brick-lined tunnel that Mary Lou saw leading away into yawning darkness
behind it as she shined her light.

"This is all making sense now," Mary Lou said as she motioned for Justin to
join her at the entrance to the old tunnel.  "And not just from
Nancy-fuckin'-Drew either.  Ever been up to White Hall*?" She asked Justin.

Mary Lou was referring to White Hall, the huge antebellum home of
abolitionist newspaper publisher Cassius Marcellus Clay.  Clay had also
been Lincoln's Ambassador to Russia, and a cousin to the famous Kentucky
Senator and 19th Century presidential candidate, Henry Clay.  Cassius was
also the namesake of legendary boxer Mohammed Ali, whose given name had of
course been Cassius Clay.  White Hall was currently restored to its
original 1860s splendor, and was a Kentucky State Historic Site.

"Yeah, but not since a middle school field trip, why?" Justin asked Mary
Lou.

"Because, if you had paid attention on that field trip," Mary Lou replied,
"you'd remember..."

Justin snapped his fingers, "Yes! Now I do remember.  In the basement of
White Hall there is an old brick tunnel that led out back to the kitchen,
which in those days was always in a separate building from the main house,
in case of fire.  The tunnel was so that food could be brought in during
bad weather."

"Exactly, and from the basement there was also a back staircase that led up
directly to the third floor, although it also did have openings on each
floor, and wasn't hidden in the airlock between the walls like this one
is," Mary Lou concluded.

Mary Lou went on, "It is obvious now, though, why here in this house they
would have decided to have the hidden staircase come out right next to the
entrance to the tunnel from the cellar out to the kitchen.  This would have
been so that food could either have been taken out into the cellar, and
then up the main stairs to the dining room, or, if a ball was going on up
on the third floor, they could have come in through the tunnel, and then
gone right up the hidden staircase to the ballroom."

"What about the door in the wardrobe on the second floor, into the
bedroom?" Justin asked.

"Well," Mary Lou ventured to guess, "Who knows?  Maybe that room at one
time was a sitting room or something, or maybe they wanted direct access
from the kitchen, so that food could be taken directly to someone if they
were sick in bed or something like that.  Odd, though, that it was hidden
behind the wardrobe like that."

Mary Lou and Justin then shined their flashlights ahead and followed the
damp, narrow tunnel, with Justin having to stoop down a bit.  They soon
came to a short flight of stone stairs leading upwards.  There at the top
of them, slumped down against the bottom of another wooden pocket door
panel, was Miz Vivian's gardener, poor old Amos Granby.  Granby was stone
cold dead with a bullet hole in his back!  They made sure the old man was
in fact not still alive, and found that he was unfortunately also well
beyond any attempt at resuscitation.

They then radioed in what was going on, and dispatch replied that they were
still sending both EMS and the coroner anyway.  (This was no doubt due to
that nasty and well-publicized recent incident up in Rosemont*, where first
responders had left a "dead" woman lying in the rain for five hours, only
to finally figure out that she was actually still alive. Sadly, she then
really died before she finally reached the hospital.)  Dispatch also said
they would send backup officers, in case anything else was going to happen
in the wake of Granby's apparent murder and the inability of anyone to
reach Jack on the radio.

Mary Lou, Justin, nor dispatch could get any response on the radio from
Jack now, which really worried them.  Justin and Mary Lou opened the pocket
door, and stepped over Amos Granby's dead body.  As expected, they then
found themselves in an old limestone out building that was now used to
store Miz Vivian's lawn mower and various other things that the gardener
had used, but which had originally been the kitchen.

They then started outside, intending to cross the yard and go into the
mansion to check on Jack before they did anything else, since nothing more
could be done for the old gardener now anyway.  But, before either of them
could say anything, they heard voices coming from the other side of the
tall hedges nearby, which divided Miz Vivian's estate from another part of
the subdivision that surrounded it.

In a moment the shrubs were being pushed aside, and out stepped former
officer Luke Hannity and Larry Cooper, the redneck new husband of Jack's
ex-wife Holly!  As they emerged from the bushes talking to one another, the
pair did not at first see Mary Lou and Justin standing there at the door of
the old kitchen.

"I told you, we'll take his old ass down in that tunnel and bury him in it,
the floor is dirt and it's damp down there, so it won't be no trouble,"
Hannity said coldly.

"Good idea," Larry replied grimly.  "The old lady don't even fuckin' know
about the tunnel or the hidden stairway.  We wouldn't have either, and
would never have been able to get into the house like we have so far, if
ol' Amos hadn't gotten drunk and told us all about 'em down at Billy Joe's
that night."

"Well, if the ol' sumbitch hadn't threatened to turn us in when he caught
us running up the stairs and out into the old kitchen after that damned new
alarm system went off awhile ago, he'd still be livin'!" Hannity sneered.

"FREEZE!" Mary Lou commanded, as she drew her weapon.  Justin got both men
cuffed, as Mary Lou informed the pair that they were under arrest for the
murder of Amos Granby, and for breaking and entering, and quickly read them
their rights.  At that moment, they all heard the loud report of a gunshot
from somewhere inside the old mansion, and then another!

****

Meanwhile, inside the mansion, Jack had slowly raised his hands in the air
when the assailant, who had snuck out of the wardrobe when Jack turned his
back for just a moment, had held a gun between Jack's shoulders.  Miz
Vivian was over near her bedside table taking off her earrings at that
moment.  "Oh, Lord!" She exclaimed.

"You're going to walk over to the old lady, nice and slow, Albertson.  And
don't even fuckin' think about answering those radio calls for you.  I
believe that the time has come for both of you to be punished as you
deserve to be punished."  You could hear in their voice that this person
was clearly becoming increasingly deranged.

Jack pretended to go along with all of this, stepping forward a couple of
steps.  Then Jack quickly whirled around, jumped back from the gunman, and
reached to draw his own gun, all in one very fast movement.  But, he was
still not quite fast enough.  The gunman fired on Jack and hit him.  Jack
fell backwards to the floor as another gunshot sounded in the room.

A few moments later, Mary Lou and Justin came running into the bedroom,
after having turned Hannity and Larry over to their backup that had arrived
just as the shots were being fired in the house.  They both were
momentarily agape at the scene there before them.  Miz Vivian Arnow was
standing there by her bed, with the small pearl-handled revolver she
clutched in her right hand still held out toward the wardrobe.  She
appeared to be in shock, a blank look on her face.

Jack was lying on the floor.  And on the floor opposite him, over in front
of the open wardrobe, laid the dead body of none other than the former
pastor of the Victory In Jesus Baptist Church, LeRoy Fawlkes!  Fawlkes
still clutched a small pistol in his right hand, but he was quite obviously
very dead.  He had been shot directly through the heart by one bullet from
Miz Vivian's little pearl-handled revolver.

Mary Lou went to Miz Vivian, while Justin went to Jack.  He saw that Jack's
eyes were fluttering opening, thank God!  Jack was already starting to try
sit up, but then stopped with a sharp gasp of pain, and his head fell back
to the floor, as his eyes closed again.

The bullet fired by Fawlkes just before Miz Vivian had shot him had struck
Jack - but Jack was thankfully wearing a bulletproof vest!  This was now
required standard procedure for Pleasant View's patrol officers anytime
they were assisting a detective on the scene of an investigation, and was
very strongly advised even when they were just on patrol.  When Chief
Morganfield had implemented this policy, many of the officers thought it to
be overly paranoid, but that would never be the case again after this day.

The paramedics were loading Jack, whose lower chest felt rather much like
it had been hit by a train, onto a stretcher.  The back of Jack's head was
throbbing as well, and he felt totally dazed as if caught in that very
unsettling dreamlike state you sometimes find yourself in when you are not
quite fully asleep, but not still awake either.  But, Justin saw that by
the time Jack was loaded onto the stretcher, his eyes were opening again.
They soon wheeled him out of the room with Justin following right behind.

"When I came in, Jack was standing there by the wardrobe, and told me what
y'all had found," Miz Vivian had meanwhile begun to explain to Mary Lou.
"I told him I was gonna go change in the bathroom, and then I stopped by
the bedside table here to take off my earrings.  He turned away from the
wardrobe then, to talk to me - Oh, Gawddammit!!!  This is ALL MY FAULT!"
Miz Vivian then wailed, her strength of resolve momentarily waning.

"No it isn't," Mary Lou said soothingly, slipping an arm around Miz
Vivian's trembling shoulders, as the paramedics were wheeling Jack out of
the room on a stretcher now.

Miz Vivian regained control then, but before continuing to explain what had
happened she said, "Oh, my Gawd!  If anything happens to that wonderful,
dear, dear boy, I shall never, ever forgive myself!  Never!  Oh, Jesus!!!
Someone needs to call Bradley!" She added.

"I will in a moment, Miz Vivian," Justin said.  "I'm pretty sure Jack is
going to be OK.  Thank God he had his vest on, and I think it has just
knocked the wind out of him and he probably hit his head pretty hard when
he fell, too.  They're just going to make sure no ribs are broken or
anything like that."

"Anyway, Jack turned to speak to me, and that damn mother fuckin' asshole"
- she pointed at the corpse of LeRoy Fawlkes, which was now being
photographed by other detectives - "just came out of nowhere out of the
wardrobe, and put a gun to Jack's back.  He told him to get over here with
me, and got this crazy look in his eyes and then said something about it
being time for us both to be punished the way we deserved."

Mary Lou listened carefully, recording Miz Vivian's statement in a handheld
recorder, as the older lady went on, "I was over here by the table, like I
said.  I always keep my little pistol there, or at least I have been since
all this shit has been going on," she explained.  "Jack whirled on the
preacher and tried to draw, but before he could, the damn sorry mother
fuckin' sumbitch shot him!"

Miz Vivian, for all her brassiness and flirtation, NEVER dropped the
"F-bomb."  Now she had twice in the span of two minutes, so this was a bit
startling even to Mary Lou.  Still, she thoroughly agreed with the old
lady's assessment of Fawlkes, though, and certainly could only imagine the
emotions that Miz Vivian had to be dealing with at that moment.

Miz Vivian went on, "Fawlkes shot Jack, but I had already reached down and
gotten my little gun out of the drawer of the bedside table without Fawlkes
knowin' it," she explained.  "I fired just after he did."

"And you are a damn good shot," Mary Lou said in genuine admiration, with a
small, ironic smile.  She seriously doubted that even a trained police
sharpshooter could have done any better job than this 67-year old widow had
at taking out the nefarious preacher by firing just one bullet dead center
into his chest.

"Damn right," Miz Vivian replied, also smiling grimly. "Daddy taught us
ever' one to shoot before we were practically knee high, us girls
included!"

"You acted in self defense, obviously," Mary Lou told Miz Vivian
reassuringly.  "You may quite possibly have saved both Jack's life and your
own."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that," Miz Vivian replied grimly.  "If I hadn't
shot him when I did, Fawlkes would have shot Jack again, and vest or not,
he would have made sure he hit him where it would have killed him, and then
he would have killed me, too.  I'm sure of it, I could tell by the crazed
look in his eyes that he had completely lost his marbles, what little
marbles the sorry sawed-off little hypocrite ever had, that is."

Miz Vivian shivered then at the frightening reality of what she had just
explained, and Mary Lou gave her another comforting hug.  "He was pissed at
me over not letting him back in the damn Founders Club, and he was so eat
up with self-hatred that he hated all gay people, but especially Jack, ever
since he had caught him and Hannity," Miz Vivian concluded.  "But, I have
no idea why he got here when he did, or how he knew how to get in that
way," Miz Vivian added, motioning toward the wardrobe.

Meanwhile, Justin was escorting the ambulance in which Jack was riding
swiftly across town to Pleasant View Regional Hospital, lights and siren
flashing and blaring.  He got on his cell and dialed Brad's number.

"Hey, Justin," Brad said, wondering why his boyfriend's best friend was
calling him just then.  Brad was right in the middle of helping his folks
load some stuff into the U-Haul they had rented and were already starting
to load in preparation of moving the next day.

"Brad, you need to get up to the hospital man," Justin said, his voice
shaking.  "Pleasant View Regional, I mean.  RIGHT NOW!!!"

"OH GOD!" Brad gasped.  "Is it Jack?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry but it is, Brad," Justin said.  "He's been shot, but..."

"OH GOD!!!" Brad screamed again, before Justin could continue.

Justin quickly said, "Brad, Brad, buddy, he's OK, he's gonna be fine!
Thank God, he had his vest on and I think it just mainly knocked the wind
out of him, hard.  They're going to check him out and make sure he doesn't
have any broken ribs or internal injuries.  I think he hit his head pretty
hard when he first fell, so he might have a concussion, too."

Brad told Justin he would be right there.  Allen and Betsy both came
running over, and he managed to tell them what had happened.

"I'll drive!" Allen exclaimed, and they all ran toward the Carson family
pickup.

By later that day, Justin, Brad, and everyone else who knew Jack was
breathing so much easier.  He was out in a room now, in bed in a hospital
gown, but conscious and talking.  He had indeed sustained a concussion,
when the force of the bullet hitting the vest had knocked him backwards,
and his head had hit the hardwood floor hard.  He had a lot of really bad,
deep bruising to his lower chest, but there were fortunately no apparent
serious internal injuries or broken ribs, though.

The doctors said he would be extremely sore for a few days, and would not
be able to return to full duty for probably at least a week.  But,
otherwise, they were reasonably sure that he would be fine.  They were
keeping him at least overnight just to be on the safe side, and to monitor
for any internal bleeding that might develop, or any internal injuries that
were not immediately apparent.  They also said that Jack had been very
lucky, not only because he was wearing the vest, but also because Fawlkes
had only had a low caliber handgun, the bullet from which could not
penetrate through the vest.

Just then, Betsy poked her head through the door, "Brad, there are a couple
of people I think you'll want to see out here."  Only two visitors at a
time were allowed in Jack's room just then.  Justin went outside, and said
he would send one of the others back in.

In a moment, Miz Vivian strode into the room, and grabbed Brad in a big
hug.  They both started to cry, finally letting out some of the emotions of
the day.

"Oh, thank you, sweet Jesus," Miz Vivian said.  "I'm so glad he's gonna be
OK, baby!"

Brad thanked her, and then asked her if she was all right.  "Oh, yeah, me,
I'll be fine," Miz Vivian said with a tight little smile.  "I think they're
gonna try to recruit me as a sharpshooter though!" She tried to joke.

Jack had to laugh at that, but he quickly stopped, since it hurt a LOT.
"Well, I'm just thankful you had your little pistol nearby, or this whole
thing may have turned out a whole hell of a lot worse for us both," Jack
told her with a grim, weak grin.

"Let's just not think about that, baby," Miz Vivian said, as they both
shivered at the very thought.  Miz Vivian stayed a few minutes, while Jack
continued to relax, sitting up against his pillows.  Before she left, she
walked over to the bed, leaned down, and kissed Jack tenderly on the
forehead.  She then gently brushed his soft black hair back with her small
white hand.

"I 'shore thank' a whole lot of you and this big lug, baby," she then
drawled softly to Brad, hugging him tight again before she told them both
goodbye and left.

Bobby Jenkins then appeared in the doorway, and came over and hugged Brad
and said hello to Jack.

"Bobby!" Brad said, both surprised and delighted to see his best friend
standing there.  "How in the world did you know?"

"Your Mom called me," Bobby explained.  "Guess she knew you'd need your
best friend."

"Thank you so much," Brad said with a smile, genuinely grateful that his
best friend had dropped everything and made the 150-mile drive to Pleasant
View to be there for him.  Brad and Jack caught Bobby up on Jack's
condition, and Bobby was very relieved.

"You're not going to drive all the way back home tonight are you?" Brad
asked his friend.  "And where's Alejandro?"

"No," Bobby replied. "And Alejandro is with my folks."

"Well, I would say you could stay with us out at the farm, but we're
planning on sleeping on the floor tonight ourselves, we've already taken
the beds down to get ready to move tomorrow," Brad explained.  "And
besides, now I'm going to stay here with Jack tonight."

"He can stay with me," came a deep voice from the door.  There stood
Antonio, the owner of the local restaurant with whom Bobby had had a very
hot tryst the last time Bobby was in Pleasant View.

Bobby explained that he and Antonio had been talking on the phone ever
since that night, and had already gotten to be really close friends.  "I
wish it would have been under any other circumstances, obviously," Bobby
explained.  "But, I had already been wanting to come down and stay with
Antonio and visit you again anyway."

"I'm really sorry about this," Antonio said, motioning towards Jack from
where he stood in the doorway.  "You're a real great guy, Jack, and you're
one of my best customers at the restaurant, too."

Jack thanked him, and then made a little quip about having the expanding
waistline to prove it, as to visiting the restaurant.  They talked for a
few more minutes, and soon the frantic face of Alice Albertson was at the
door.  Bobby went out and along with Antonio returned to the waiting room,
so that Alice could be in the room with her son Jack, and Brad.

Alice had come straight from Annandale upon getting the word, but had
gotten stuck in traffic due to a bad wreck on the Hal Rogers Parkway.  Now,
she was of course very relieved that Jack was doing so well.  She and Brad
hugged, and they all talked for a while.  The nurse and doctor came in
together to check on Jack, so Alice and Brad told him bye for the moment,
and went out to the waiting room to see everyone else.

Brad saw that Eric Jamison had arrived, and was sitting there with Justin
too now.  Eric was still in his shirt and tie, apparently have come
straight over from the factory's office when he got off work.  Alice and
Brad sat down, and then Alice told Brad that she would stay there at the
hospital with Jack that night, and insisted that he go on over to Jack's
house and get some rest that night.

"Ya gotta move tomorrow, kid," she reminded him.  "Jack wouldn't want ya
worn out."

"Oh, Miss Albertson," Betsy Carson spoke up.  "We'll just have to postpone
moving to Tennessee, and Bradley will have to wait about moving in at
Jack's."

"If I may," Bobby spoke up.  "I've been talking with these guys" - he
motioned to Antonio, Eric, and Justin.  "And we are all going to help you
all out.  Justin and Eric will use Jack's truck to help Brad move to
Jack's.  And we'll all help you all get the U-Haul loaded."

The Carsons all thanked Bobby and the other guys, and Allen Carson said,
"Well, Buck and his son Tommy were already planning on getting up here
early tomorrow from Tennessee to help us, so with them and all of you, we
might as well go ahead and move as planned."

Justin explained to everyone what he and Mary Lou and the rest of the force
had thus far been able to piece together about what had led up to the day's
events.  This had been sped along greatly, he explained, by the fact that
Luke Hannity and Larry Cooper were both singing like canaries in hopes of
not getting the needle for killing the gardener, and their various other
crimes as part of all of this.  Most notably, even though they had not been
directly involved in the commission of the crime, they were both scared to
death that complicity in the attempted murder of a police officer might be
added to their list of charges, due to Fawlkes shooting Jack.

Apparently, Larry and Hannity had first hatched their plot to
systematically burglarize the old Thomason mansion as soon as Miz Vivian
had moved in.  While still on the police force, just as Jack and Justin had
long suspected, Hannity had indeed been working both sides of the law.  He
had been helping to fence various stolen merchandise through a contact down
at Billy Joe's Pool Hall.

Larry had dressed up in the dayglow-doused Civil War costume and scared Miz
Vivian, after he and Hannity had learned of the tunnel and hidden staircase
from the old gardener, who also hung out at the pool hall.  Justin was
annoyed that none of them had even thought of Larry as a potential suspect,
when Miz Vivian had described the 'ghost' as being a rather handsome blonde
man.

Amos Granby had only told about the hidden staircase and the old kitchen
tunnel in a stupid round of drunken storytelling down at Billy Joe's, and
had no idea that they would use the information to break into the house for
their scheme.  Nor could he have known that it would ultimately lead to his
own murder.

The realtor who had sold Miz Vivian the mansion had no clue about the
hidden staircase or the old tunnel.  The old widow who had lived there, but
had died before Miz Vivian bought it, would probably have known of course,
since she was a Thomason descendant on her mother's side.  But, apparently
Amos Granby had been just about the only living person who knew about and
remembered these unusual features of the old mansion.  No one knew it just
then, but the truth was that Amos Granby's father Billy had made some
top-notch illegal moonshine whiskey down on one end of the old tunnel back
during the Prohibition days.  The Thomasons had covertly run it up to
Chicago, increasing their already-sizable fortune.

As Jack had thought, Larry and Hannity's original idea was to scare Miz
Vivian, and then start slowly taking antiques from the house in the
process.  They had figured that people would think she was crazy, what with
her seeing ghosts and all, and maybe even start to question what had really
happened to the missing items.  This way, or so they had thought, no big
investigation would ever take place as it certainly would have if
everything had just disappeared from the house all at once one day while
Miz Vivian was out.

After Hannity and the preacher had gotten only a quick slap on the wrist
and a get out of jail free card for trespassing for their interlude in the
Chief's barn, they had still continued with their plot.  It turned out that
LeRoy Fawlkes had connections with organized crime up in Rosemont going way
back, and he was really the brains behind the various schemes to fence
stolen antiques and other hot valuables from various sources.  Since he was
also covertly getting his cock sucked frequently by Hannity, he had found
out about Hannity and Larry's idea to systematically burglarize the
antiques from the Thomason estate.  Fawlkes had loved the idea, and so had
encouraged and helped the scheme right along.

When the alarm had gone off, the preacher had been hiding up at the very
top of the hidden staircase, in back of the panel that led into the
ballroom near the fireplace.  He was intending to see what small valuables,
like antique silver candelabras, that he could steal from the ballroom that
day.  Meanwhile, Larry was to scare and distract Miz Vivian again with the
ghost routine, and Hannity was to wait on the landing in back of the
wardrobe.  They were all waiting for her to return from her bridge club,
but Larry had gone ahead and opened the wardrobe doors to snoop in her room
ahead of time.  When he had stepped out into Miz Vivian's bedroom, that had
tripped the alarm, and he had also torn off the small piece they had later
found from the "ghost's" uniform in the process.

At the sound of the alarm, the preacher had just stayed hidden up on the
third floor landing at the top of the hidden staircase.  This was how he
had been able to sneak back down, go through the wardrobe, and put his gun
in Jack's back later.  Meanwhile, Hannity and Larry had panicked and fled
down the staircase and out the tunnel, where they had run smack dab into
old Amos Granby in his gardener's shed (the old kitchen).  Granby had put
two and two together when he saw Larry in the ghost getup, and had told
them he was going for the police, as Granby knew they had run to the house
when the alarm had gone off.  When he turned to walk toward the mansion,
Hannity had calmly pulled his gun and shot the old man dead, shooting him
in the back like the coward Hannity was.

They had then drug Granby's body back behind the pocket door, thinking no
one would find it should they search the old kitchen.  They had then run
off in a panic through the shrubs over to the part of the subdivision where
Hannity lived, planning to come back after the attention the alarm had
caused had subsided.  When they had then calmed down and come back
intending to bury Granby in the old tunnel, they had of course gotten
caught by Mary Lou and Justin.

Larry and Hannity had confessed all this, and insisted that they had no
idea that the preacher was doing anything other than hiding upstairs and
waiting for the wardrobe to close and the coast to clear so that he could
escape.  They had no idea why Fawlkes had gone nuts and tried to kill Jack
and Miz Vivian, and they had no part in it.  This was true.  Truth be
known, Fawlkes was so consumed with self-loathing and his twisted beliefs
that it was a real wonder he hadn't already turned on his frequent
cocksucker Hannity as well.

What had happened was the preacher had realized that Larry and Hannity had
panicked and had just run off and left him up at the top of the stairs
alone when the alarm sounded.  Fawlkes had then snuck down the stairs, and
looked through the wardrobe and seen Jack and Miz Vivian.  Anger and rage
had raced through him, along with irrationality.

In that moment, Fawlkes had thought of how much he hated Jack for catching
him in the barn with Hannity and causing him to lose his church and his
prestige.  In his twisted way of thinking, Fawlkes also hated Jack for
being out and doing what Fawlkes considered to be flaunting his
homosexuality so sinfully, when a good man like him struggled against it
daily.  He was also thinking about how little Miz Vivian had made him feel
when she had refused to let him back into the Founders Club.

His warped mind had then convinced him that God had put him there at just
that moment in order to be able to give them their just punishment; Jack
for being openly gay, and Miz Vivian for daring to condone that, and also
for having insulted Fawlkes about the club membership.  And so, the
demented Fawlkes had waited until Jack's back was turned, and had then
jumped out and shoved the gun into Jack's back.  This had, of course, led
to the rest of what had happened.

So now, the deranged preacher was dead, and Miz Vivian and Jack were both
thankfully still alive, all probably due to Miz Vivian's quick thinking and
amazing shooting.  And, it was almost a certainty that Larry Cooper and
Luke Hannity would, at the very least, both be serving very long prison
sentences in the penitentiary.  They had also confessed to the bank robbery
that had taken place the day before.

They had gotten greedy and pulled that job just for some side cash for
themselves that they would not have to cut the preacher in on.  Larry had
implicated Avalene Amburgey as well, and she had been arrested that
evening.  It seems that in addition to her married loan officer friend,
Avalene was also frequently fucking Larry, who had admitted that he was
already cheating with her on his new wife Holly, who was Jack's ex-wife.

Larry, meanwhile, had liked to joke to Hannity that he was "try-sexual," as
in willing to try anything that got his rocks off.  This was evidently
true, since Larry had been fucking both his new wife Holly and Avalene
regularly, as well as regularly getting blowjobs from and getting fucked by
Hannity.  Hell, he had even recently gotten very drunk and tried being the
meat in a Hannity and Fawlkes fuck sandwich a time or two, and had loved
it!

Anyway, according to Larry, Avalene had told Larry and Hannity just the
perfect time to arrive at the bank in order to get the most cash, and how
to go about coming up to her teller window and pulling a silent
note-passing robbery, just as they had done.

Later, Brad rode with Eric and Justin in their car over to Jack's house.
Brad used the key Jack had already given him to let them in.  Brad got
Jack's mail out of the box by the front door, and laid it on the kitchen
counter.  He noticed an important-looking letter from an attorney's office
in Smithville on the top of the stack, and thought that he would need to
take that to Jack at the hospital the next day.

They all got showered and changed, and Eric and Justin said goodnight.
They were going to sleep in the bed in the larger of the two spare
bedrooms, the room that tomorrow was set to become Brad's room.  Brad laid
in Jack's big king sized bed alone, smelling the lingering scent of his big
guy's aftershave in his pillow.  He eventually got to sleep.

Meanwhile, Antonio and Bobby had climbed the stairs to Antonio's apartment
over the restaurant.  They were now standing in his living room, kissing
each other hotly.

"Mmm," Antonio said, "I hate like hell that Jack got shot, but I'm so glad
you are here tonight though, babe."

"Me too," Bobby replied.  They both were already feeling very close to one
another, and not just because of having had such a mind-blowingly good, hot
fuck session with one another the weekend before, either.  This was more
because of the fact that they had talked extensively on the phone every
night since, and had already started developing feelings for each other
that went well beyond just lust, even if not entirely beyond close
friendship just yet.

Antonio had explained to Bobby that he was bisexual, but only fucked around
with various women around Pleasant View just for fun and to get his
considerable rocks off.  There was no one serious in his life, neither male
nor female, at the present time.  Antonio had acted concerned that Bobby
would be put off by the fact he was bi.  Bobby had explained that while he
had long known that he was gay, and identified as such, Bobby had also
actually gone out with and slept with women many times before in the past
as well.

Bobby had told Antonio that it didn't make any difference to him if he was
gay or bi, so long as Antonio was honest with him and good to him, as they
went forward with things with each other.  They had agreed in the course of
the phone conversations that week to date casually long distance just as
friends, and to get together and hang out and fuck when they could, and
just see if they wanted anything more serious than that or not.  Right now
they both just wanted and needed the fucking part of that equation very
badly.

Clothes were hungrily torn and cast aside until both studs were totally
naked and rock hard.  Soon, Bobby had Antonio bent over the arm of his
couch pounding his ass hard and deep with that wonderful slightly up-curved
six and a half inch pecker of his that always hit just the right spot on
any man.

"Awww, yeah!" Antonio growled, "Pound my fuckin' ass with ya fuckin' hot
cock, Bobby!"

Bobby just kept at it, never one for much conversation during sex.  But,
when you had a mushroom-headed cock that was curved up to hit a man's
prostate just right with every thrust, and did so even better than any sex
toy designed ever for just that purpose, you really didn't need to say
much.

Soon Bobby was letting loose with a few hot grunts, as he filled the condom
on his cock inside of Antonio's tight ass with jets and jets of his hot
cum.  Antonio was moaning loudly "AH-UH! FUCK! FUCK! UH! FUCK!!!" as he
shot off simultaneously, making a huge mess on his leather couch.

The ridiculously muscular Brooklyn native Antonio and the hot Kentuckian
Bobby fucked three more times that night.  Once, Bobby rode Antonio's cock
in his bed to a shattering climax.  The other two times though, Bobby just
totally dominated and deep-dicked the studly Italian man.  Bobby didn't
ever get much of anything out of bottoming, and Antonio was simply being
driven wild by receiving Bobby's cock in his ass, so this worked out well
for both of them.

Bobby had gotten Antonio flat on his stomach and just totally fucked the
hell out of him, just after riding the stud's huge eight by six meat.  They
then cuddled and talked for a bit before getting hot and hard again, and
deciding to take things out into the cool breeze of 2am.  Bobby slipped on
another condom, and outside they went.

There they were, outside totally naked on the metal fire escape that led
down from the back of the second floor of the old two story brick building
which housed Antonio's restaurant downstairs and his apartment upstairs.
Anthony stood in front of Bobby, and braced himself with each muscular arm.
Like a gymnast on a balance beam, he raised his legs forward, supporting
himself entirely on his arms on the railings of the fire escape.  Bobby
moved forward, and went balls deep up Antonio's ass.  They began
frantically fucking once again.

Meanwhile, down on the back street that led behind Antonio's building, Jody
Rickman was walking unsteadily along.  Jody was a 41-year old, brown
haired, dark eyed, stocky, furry-chested hot bear of a man.  He had a
mustache and goatee.  He stood five feet eight inches tall, and had a nice
fat nearly seven inch long cock.  He was also gay and recently single,
after a shitty breakup.

Jody had just left the nearby Jenny's Bar at last call, and was finding his
way to his home a few blocks away on foot, afraid to drive after the
several drinks he'd had.  Jody heard a grunt from above, then a moan.  He
was in the shadows of a warehouse on the other side of the narrow back
street, and so was unseen to Antonio and Bobby.  Not that they would have
noticed him anyway, as they were busy frantically fucking at that moment.

Jody leaned back against the wall of the old warehouse, instantly going
hard as steel at the amazing scene unfolding near the second story top of
the fire escape of the building across the street.  There was that hot
Antonio who owned the place balancing himself on his arms, legs up, on the
railings of the fire escape.

Standing between Antonio's legs, rocking back and forth on his feet and
piston-fucking him hard, was Bobby Jenkins!  Jody was originally from the
same region of Northeastern Kentucky as Bobby, and had moved to Pleasant
View for a new job the year before.  He and Bobby had been good friends,
and had still kept in touch.  When he had lived near Bobby, Jody and Bobby
had also been a bit more than friends.  Jody had let Bobby give his hairy
ass a good pounding a few times, and they had also made out and jacked off
together numerous times when they hung out.  He had no clue Antonio liked
men too, having always heard about the hot Italian bodybuilder having had
his way with half the women in Pleasant View.

Antonio was reaching his climax again.  Numerous thick volleys of hot cum
fired into the air between him and Bobby as he moaned.  Jody had his rock
hard dick out of his pants and was stroking it furiously now, and he blew
his own load hard out into the dark street, just as Bobby was shooting his
load into the condom up Antonio's ass.  Jody zipped up and staggered on
towards his house.  The next day Jody would wonder if what he had seen on
the fire escape the night before was just a drunken dream, or not.

The next day, Saturday, Antonio, Bobby, Eric, and Justin all helped Brad
get his things moved to Jack's house, by making a couple of trips in both
Jack's pickup and Antonio's restaurant van.  They also helped Brad, Allen,
and Brad's Uncle Buck and Cousin Tommy from Tennessee load the rest of
Allen and Betsy's things into the big U-Haul and the back of Buck's pickup.
Soon, the Carsons were hugging their son goodbye, and heading off for their
new home in Tennessee.  With the last of his stuff in Jack's truck, with
Justin driving and Eric sitting in between them on the bench seat, Brad
took one last look back at the farm that was no longer his home.

With the help of the four other guys, Brad got the bed in his new room
disassembled, and taken to Jack's storage unit across town.  This made more
room for Brad to turn the bedroom into a combination library/den/music room
for himself, his books, computer, and extensive vinyl record collection.
"We knew you wouldn't be needing a bed of your own here, Brad," Eric
smirked.

"Yep.  So, tell us Bradley, is my big formerly-straight best friend as
totally hot a fuck as I am guessing he is?" Justin asked evilly.

"Better!" Brad said, grinning and laughing back.  "But don't be getting any
ideas, we don't play on the side." He added, still laughing.

Eric playfully gouged Justin in the ribs and laughingly said to Brad with
an evil grin, "Well, we do sometimes, but suit yourselves!"

"We're really so happy for you guys, all jokes aside," Justin said to Brad.
In all seriousness, Justin would have found it weird to mess around with
Jack, because they were just too close as platonic best friends.  And
anyway, he and Eric now had a couple of other really hot playmates for
their occasional group sessions.

"Obviously ya should be damn proud to be gettin' that hot cop cock all to
ya self!" Antonio added to Brad.

"That's for sure!" Bobby agreed with a grin.

Bobby and Antonio soon said goodbye, heading out to have dinner together.
Justin, Eric, and Brad went to the Ramblin' Rose and ate, and then went and
stayed with Jack at the hospital until the end of visiting hours that
evening.  Alice was still there by her son's side, but Jack was much more
like his old self today.

"They're gonna make me stay in this damn place until tomorrow," Jack
grumbled with a grin, propped up on the pillows in his hospital bed.  Alice
had gone to the cafeteria to eat dinner now that the guys were there with
Jack.  Jack raised the bed up a little further and flipped on the light
over it, and then quickly read the letter from the office of Smithville
attorney Randy Blankenship that Brad had brought to him, which had arrived
at Jack's house the day before.

"Looks like the people who own all the property going up, and all along the
road up onto the top of Smith's Mountain, are planning on selling out their
mineral and timber rights, and this is just to notify me of that," Jack
told them.

"What does that mean?" Brad asked.  "I mean, I know what mineral and timber
rights are, but what will it do as far as your property on top of the
mountain is concerned?"

"Nothing," Jack said.  "I have a permanent right of way up to my property
through theirs.  Unfortunately this probably means that their property will
be logged off and will then probably have a mine entrance installed down
near the bottom if there is enough coal in under it to make that worthwhile
for whoever it is that has bought the rights.  Won't be too pretty to see
when we drive up to my property, but it won't mess with my property either,
though."

Jack also explained that the Chief had been to visit him, and had assured
him that neither he nor Justin nor Mary Lou were in any kind of trouble due
to the events that had led to Jack getting shot.  Jack had been worried
that they might be, particularly him, for having turned his back on the
wardrobe and allowed the preacher to get the jump on him.  "Aw, hell,
Jack," the Chief had said.  "Justin and Mary Lou did what made sense.  No
one would have thought that anyone would have stayed upstairs when that
alarm had gone off.  They went in the most likely direction a suspect would
have fled, down and out.  And you were not expecting anyone to come back
out of the staircase with them between you and whoever had presumably run
downstairs."

"Yes, but we should have went up and checked first, we would have found
Fawlkes if we had just done that," Jack had admitted.  "And I should not
have turned my back to that doorway!"

"That is all probably true," the Chief admitted. "But, I think between what
happened to you, and what everyone else went through as a result, any
necessary lessons have already been learned.  And I bet I won't hear
anymore bitching about the vests now, either!"  That was the end of that,
and Jack was told that he would return to duty as usual, once his doctors
had released him to do so.  Justin and Mary Lou were already once again
doing their usual work.

The Chief would, several days later at the meeting of the board of the
Policeman's Benefit Fund, award Miz Vivian with a special Citation of Valor
for having saved Jack's life and her own with her fast thinking and even
faster shot.

They visited as late as they could, then the guys all left, and Alice came
back in to stay with Jack again.  Eric and Justin dropped Brad off at
Jack's house, and offered to spend the night again, but he told them he
would be fine.

It was only about 9:30pm then, and Brad gazed across the street toward Miz
Vivian's house as Eric and Justin drove away.  The lights were still on, so
Brad gave her a call.  Miz Vivian said she was fine, and that after
everything that had happened, Tony and Juliet were actually going to stay
with her for a couple of days.  Miz Vivian then told Brad that if Jack felt
up to it; she wanted to cook them another big supper after he got home from
the hospital.  Brad thanked her, then said goodnight and hung up.

He slept alone that night, and then on Sunday morning he was up early.
Brad ate breakfast, showered, and dressed, and called his parents.  That
morning, Allen and Betsy said they were already starting to get settled in
well to their new little home in East Tennessee, and that they were going
to their new church with Uncle Buck and Aunt Rose later that morning.

Brad then went to the hospital to pick Jack up at the front entrance when
he was discharged at about 11:30 that morning.  Additional tests had shown
that there fortunately were still indeed not any internal injuries or
bleeding.  Jack chuckled to the nurse about having to be wheeled out to the
car in a wheelchair.  He knew this was standard hospital procedure, though.

Jack was still a tad weak, perhaps more from being mostly off his feet all
weekend than from the pain meds he was still on, when they got over to his
house.  He walked into his house, and plopped down on the couch.  The
doctor had said he would likely be able to return to work in about a week.
Jack thought this was a tad ridiculous, as he was figuring that the
soreness in his chest would be gone sooner than that, but he knew it was
best to heed the doctor's advice.  All in all, Jack felt very lucky,
knowing that it all could have been so much worse.  He liked to keep things
light and jovial though.

"So, my ass gets another week's vacation so soon after just having one a
few weeks ago!" He exclaimed with a grin.  "That, I like, especially since
it comes out of my sick time and not my vacation, and especially since I
get to spend it with you!"

"Well, I'll love having you here for my first week of living here," Brad
said, still loving how that sounded.  "But, obviously I wish it wasn't
because of you getting shot!"

"I would only call this having been knocked on my ass, rather than shot,"
Jack grinned.  "I'm not complaining though - I know what could have
happened if I hadn't been wearing that vest."  Jack's smile had faded, and
he and Brad exchanged solemn looks for a moment.

Brad was about to lose it thinking about that, so he changed the subject.
"You hungry, baby?"

"Yes, actually."  Jack replied.

Brad insisted on going and fixing him a sandwich, and one for himself.
They ate together on the couch with the TV on.  They snuggled up close
after they got finished eating, Brad being careful not to get against the
sore area of Jack's lower chest.  They kissed tenderly.

"I'm so glad you are actually going to be living here with me all the time,
Bradley.  I love you," Jack told him softly, his deep blue eyes staring
into Brad's pale blue ones.

"Me too baby, and thank you so much again for letting me move in!  I love
you too.  I think my being here is only going to make us that much closer,"
Brad replied.  Jack nodded in agreement, and they kissed again.  For a
while they just talked and cuddled tenderly, each silently so thankful that
they still had each other.

But, by later Sunday afternoon they both really wanted to make love,
though.  They were still there on the couch together watching TV.  They
were kissing hotly again, too.  Brad looked over and saw that there was a
huge tent in the front of the blue Pleasant View PD sweat shorts that Jack
had on.  "Well, another good thing about me living here," Brad grinned
evilly, "is that you never have to worry about having someone to take care
of THAT, either."  He punctuated the "THAT" by reaching over and grabbing a
handful of the hot bulge in Jack's lap.  Brad was now tenting his own
shorts majorly too.  They kissed even more.

TO BE CONTINUED...



A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR ON FUTURE STORY UPDATES, AND ABOUT AN UPCOMING NEW
STORY:

08/10/2011

Hey guys,

Brad and Jack and their friends all still have a LOT more romance, love,
hot sex, drama, and comedy all coming up in the future, even though Miz
Vivian's big mystery has now been solved.  I love and very much appreciate
the GREAT response I have gotten to this series over the past few weeks
from so many of you guys, in all of your extremely nice (and HOT) emails!
Please keep them (AND ME!) "cumming"!!! ;)

Some have wondered, but I really don't have a particular "The End" in mind
at all for this story.  To me, this is much more like writing a soap opera
or a series than writing a book.  I currently plan to keep it going as long
as you guys stay interested and keep responding.  However, I want to let
all of you know that I'm going to be slowing down on the pace of the
updates some, for reasons that I hope you guys will understand.  The main
reason is so that I don't run out of good new storylines for our guys.
Also, in "real life," I will fortunately be starting a new job soon, so I
am not going to have as much spare time to write (and jack off, lol!) as I
did while I was unemployed.  So, it will probably be more like once every
week or two on the updates from now on, instead of once every two days.
But, never fear, I promise that I'm NOT going to leave you with no new Jack
and Brad for months on end, though!

I'm also still going to be starting, and then posting once every week or
two, chapters of a new "spin-off" story series I've been planning, called
"Bubba and James."  It will also take place in and around Pleasant View and
Smithville.  Its main characters will be Bubba Jones and James Price, who
were briefly mentioned in Chapter 12 of this story.  In some ways, they are
pretty similar to Brad and Jack, but in other ways they are different and
they have different histories and stories.  They will have a different
approach to their relationship when it develops, too.  Some of the other
people of Pleasant View that you've already met will be making appearances
too.  Look for the first chapter of "Bubba and James" here on nifty
sometime in the next few days, and Chapter 14 of "Officer Jack Albertson"
will also be coming up sometime within the next week or so as well.

Thanks, and Happy Jackin'!

"Brad Carson"



SPECIAL AUTHOR'S NOTES FOR CHAPTER 13:

*White Hall is the real name of a real historical attraction near Richmond,
Kentucky.  The old tunnel from its cellar out to its kitchen, and the
stairs from the cellar upwards do exist, too. (Though, as noted above, that
staircase in White Hall was not hidden.)  The historical facts mentioned
about Cassius M. Clay are all true, as well.

*The incident in Rosemont involving the lady who was mistakenly presumed
dead by first responders and left out in the rain for hours is based on a
very sad actual incident that happened in Lexington, Kentucky.

*NOTE: The author welcomes positive comments and feedback from other adult
gay males.  Send emails to bradleyjcarson@gmail.com and I will look forward
to hearing from you and responding. I especially want to hear from you if
the story causes you to have a good orgasm...or several!  Also, if you
happen to be a gay man who physically resembles the character of Jack
Albertson as he is described in this story and you have pics of yourself
that you would like to share with me, I'd really love to see them!