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A Short Story - For the Love of a Friend

Updated on July 25, 2011

For the Love of a Friend

The dusting of hard, cold sleet found its way down his collar, but he barely noticed. The pressure of Timmy’s arm against his own was meant to be reassuring, and he appreciated the gesture, but the stark reality was overwhelming.

He glanced up the hill, and saw Detective Dave Grissom solemnly looking back at him. He nodded slightly, and turned his attention back to the scene in front of him. The pallbearers placed the casket on the framework over the hole cut in the frozen December earth and the minister was speaking, but his words held no meaning. Just to the left was the stone he had ordered for Mary, so long ago. She died birthing Annie, thirteen years ago, and now Annie was joining her in the cold ground.

Timmy was two years out of law school, and with a promising career with a good firm in St. Louis. Now he stood by his father, weeping unashamedly. He had been thirteen when his mother had died, and for a time he had resented his baby sister. Then one day she suddenly lurched of her high chair and Timmy caught her. She burst into baby tears, and her big brother put her to his shoulder and patted her back, swaying back and forth in the mysterious rhythm all men use when consoling babies. She calmed down, and then put her small arms around his neck. With that small gesture, he suddenly loved her deeply and became her protector against all things, but now she lay dead. He had failed her.

George Stannis put his arm around his weeping son, and stoically watched the proceedings. At last, the minister was finished, and he shook George’s hand. George nodded and murmured his thanks as the crowd drifted away.

The funeral home attendees looked at him questioningly, and he nodded. They slowly tuned the cranks and the soft, warm glow of the mahogany casket descended into the depths. At last, they stepped away, and George bent down to lift the edge of the canvas covering the mound of dirt. Taking a small handful, he walked to the edge of the grave and tossed the frozen grains of earth on the coffin holding the remains of his beloved daughter. His eyes were dry and cold.

“Start the car and warm it, Timmy, will you? I want to see what Dave Grissom has found out.”

Timmy nodded and George waited as the detective made his way down the slope. For a moment, Dave Grissom regarded him silently, and then gripped his shoulder with a big hand. His eyes were moist and red.

Dave Grissom and George Stannis were old friends, although they were vastly different. Dave had always been big, even as a boy, but George never made it past five foot six. Dave was a rough and tumble fighter, while George was a shy and quiet thinker. Their first meeting was a shoving match, with Dave cheerfully pushing the smaller boy around, until George suddenly erupted and punched Dave square in the nose. An astonished Dave stood back and wiped away the blood on his face, staring in disbelief at George. Then he grinned and extended his hand, and George took it. Many a masculine friendship begins with a fight, and they began theirs that day. Now, forty five years later, they stood together as the sleet turned into a light snow.

“What have you found out, Dave?”

The big detective rubbed his chin, looking over George’s shoulder. Then he looked his friend in the eye.

“We’re sure we know where he got it, George, but he’s scared as hell and not talking.”

Annie’s boyfriend had been fourteen year old Carl Wentworth, a decent enough kid, but the one who had ultimately supplied her with the fatal dose. What no one knew was that Annie had a congenital defect; a natural hole in her heart that failed to close after birth. An hour after she ingested the illicit Percocet, her little heart simply ceased beating, and a frantic Carl called 9-11, the only thing he did correctly that night. But she was long dead.

The autopsy revealed why she had died, but not who killed her. A fourteen year old kid was not the responsible party, to George Stannis‘ mind. Somewhere, there was a guilty adult, but Carl Wentworth was terrified, and would not provide the name of the dealer, fearing for his own life. Now his father had hired a lawyer.

“Are you going to tell me who, Dave?”

After high school, they had gone their separate ways for several years. Dave Grissom served in the Army as an MP, while George got a degree in chemistry. Now Dave was a Minneapolis police detective, and George was a chemist for a research lab.

“Let me handle this George. We’ll get the sonofabitch. That I can guarantee you.”

George nodded and smiled up at his big friend.

‘OK, Dave, I’ll let you do your job.”

White steam curled from the tailpipe as George’s car slowly left the parking lot and turned right on Hennipen. The snow was increasing as Dave made his way back up the slope to his own car. It was going to be a long, cold night.

Deke Adams was well aware of the surveillance cops in the foreclosed mobile home across the street. He’d spotted them weeks ago, peering through a slit in the Venetian blinds. A man in his business had to be aware, so he kept a watch through his own closed blinds with a good pair of binoculars. Hell, did they really think he was so stupid that he’d sell out of his own home?

He was also well aware that a teenage girl had died, and that he was suspected of supplying the street drug that killed her. So what? He wasn’t responsible for a damned overdose! That was the customer’s doing, not his! Stupid kid. He was a businessman, not a nursemaid.

He had several stashes around the city, known only to himself and one trusted agent. All his communications were coded and transmitted on his I-Phone, so let them watch in the dark and cold confines of that old mobile home. He had also found the hidden mikes and the tiny surveillance camera. He chuckled at the thought of how he had played that one, and prepared to go out for the night. The light snowfall was no deterrent to his new Jeep.

Dave Grissom warmed his hands over a space heater in the dark room. They had decided not to risk using the mobile home’s furnace, lest the soft sound of the fans alert their target, so they closed off the small room and plugged in two space heaters. They kept the room above freezing, but not comfortably warm. In any case, Dave was sure they’d already been spotted.

Across the road, Deke Adams’ mobile home was clearly visible through the soft veil of snowflakes. There was a light on in the living room, but all the shades and blinds were down. There were two mike bugs and one camera placed there by the techs, but Dave had the uneasy feeling that Adams knew they were there. He often walked around in the nude, and sometimes bent over in front of the camera, mooning the observers. Dave was increasingly suspicious that it was deliberate. Dave was certain that Deke Adams was the source of the street Percocet that had killed Annie Stannis, and he meant to get him, legally or otherwise.

Jim Baker had gone for coffee and sandwiches, so Dave was alone when he spotted Deke Adams opening his front door. For a long moment, he stood on the front porch, carefully looking all around, like a man whose life was under constant threat, and it was. Rival dealers might take a notion to eliminate the competition at any moment. But that was unlikely on a cold, snowy night. Even hard-core dealers liked their comforts.

Satisfied, Adams stepped off the porch, and Dave was getting ready to thumb his radio button when a solitary figure materialized out of the darkness of a hedge., walking quickly up to a startled Deke Adams. There appeared to be a brief exchange of words, and then Deke began to back away, his hands defensively out in front of him.

“Pop! Pop! Pop!”

The snow-dulled reports of a small caliber handgun reached Dave, and he saw Deke Adams slump to the ground. The figure walked up to the body and bent over.

“Pop!”

Three to the chest and one to the head. A textbook execution. The figure straightened up and walked down the driveway as Dave grabbed his service weapon and ran out the door. He rounded the front of the mobile home at a dead run, just as the figure came under the glowing umbrella of the street light. As he suspected, it was George Stannis. He should have realized that George would figure it all out. He always did.

Dave holstered his weapon and walked up to George, who was waiting for him, his arm extended and the small revolver in his hand, butt first. Dave took it and dropped it in his coat pocket. For a long moment, the two men looked at each other silently. Then George turned and walked slowly down the street, and then Dave spotted his car, parked off the road under some trees. He watched as George turned it around and drove away.

The snow was suddenly coming down much harder, and the dim outline of the drug dealer's body was rapidly becoming snow covered and indistinct through the curtain of falling flakes. Dave regarded it silently for several minutes, and then shrugged and trudged back to the relative warmth of the mobile home. He sat in his chair and peered out of the blinds. The body was now all but invisible, and he made up his mind.

The door opened, and Jim Baker appeared, carrying a small sack and a cardboard tray. He stomped the snow from his shoes, and handed Dave a container of coffee, placing the rest on the small table.

“See anything?”

“No,” Dave lied, “can’t see a damn thing for all the snow.”

Jim Baker leaned over and put his hand in Dave’s coat pocket, pulling out the small revolver. He held it up in front of Dave’s face.

“What the hell’s wrong with you? You never, ever lie to your partner!”

Dave nodded. “So you saw it?”

“Yeah. It was George Stannis. Your friend.”

Dave was about to reply when they heard a noise outside. Jim Baker pocketed the little revolver, and the door opened again. It was Detective Sergeant Rose.

“Colder than a well digger’s butt out there, gentlemen! I can’t stay, because I have a meeting in an hour. Anything new on this bastard?”

Dave started to speak, but Jim Baker interrupted.

“Quiet as death out there Sarge. Haven’t seen or heard a thing. This snow makes surveillance damn near impossible.”

The sergeant nodded. "Well, do your best. Maybe it'll lighten up later. Doubtful though. Forecast is for it to get even heavier."

After the sergeant left, neither man spoke for several minutes. Then Jim Baker looked at George and smiled.

“They’ll find him in the morning, and assume it was a gang killing. With all the snow, there won’t be many questions about how we missed it.”

Dave stared at him. “Why the hell are you sticking your neck out on this, Jimmy? George Stannis is not your friend!”

“That’s true Dave, George Stannis is not my friend.“

Jim Baker put his hand on Dave’s big shoulder and smiled.

“But you are."



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      WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, wingedcentaur,

      You got it right!

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      William Thomas 5 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      Nice one, Will Starr! The mystery operated on two levels, didn't it? First, George Stannis figured out what the police knew (He always did), and then 'took justice into his own hands.'

      Dave covers for him, lets George go home. Then Dave attempts to lie to his partner, who had gone out for coffee and sandwiches, but then Jim covers for Dave with the Sargeant. A nice little roundabout, if you will!

      Good job, voted up.

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      WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi, Happyboomernurse,

      There was a dealer in my old neighborhood who suddenly disappeared after some angry dads learned about him. No one seemed to know where he had gone, and nobody much cared, either.

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      Gail Sobotkin 5 years ago from South Carolina

      A fast paced read that tugged at the heartstrings. Your characters are always so well drawn even when the story's short and this one was no exception. You made us feel so much compassion for George Stannis, an honorable man wracked with grief that I doubt any jury could convict him even if the case had gone to court.

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      WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, resspenser! That's music to my ears, coming from a peace officer.

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      Ronnie Sowell 5 years ago from South Carolina

      Now THAT'S some good writing!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi, MartieCoetser, and thank you so much for your kind comments. If I can please a fine writer like you, I can please anyone.

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      Martie Coetser 6 years ago from South Africa

      “….sonofabitch…” At last I know the spelling. Can you believe it, I almost missed this brilliant story, perfectely plotted with a heart-touching message. WillStarr, you are surely one of the best short story writers in my circle of hubber-friends.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Annette!

      I think selling to kids warrants the death penalty.

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      Annette Donaldson 6 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Hi Will, it has taken me a little time recently to catch up with with my HP buddies, and I am so glad that I read this hub today. It is very moving and frightening and says so much about how I feel about drugs. Thank you for sharing in such a staggering way. x

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Clairepeek!

      So glad you liked it!

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      Clairepeek 6 years ago

      Good Evening Will Starr!

      This is a great story with an amazing story telling. The imagery is clear and I was there. Glad I listened to the Epi-man ^_^ Brilliant short story an a very sharp pencil!

      Voted up and awesome.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Genna!

      Great to see you around. We've missed you!

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      Genna East 6 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Oh, Will I do so love your short stories! :-) I was glad to read that the real perp ended up as dried beef jerky. Dealers that target our young people deserve no better. As a Christian, I cringe at this sentiment, but these people destroy the lives of the innocent without a care for what they do. These dealers are not human; they are less than animals.

      Very well written page-turner, dear Will! Up and awesome.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thanks Barb!

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      Barbara 6 years ago from Stepping past clutter

      Will, it flows much better now!!! Great job.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you Barb!

      Yeah, I see what you mean about the 'hads'. Done.

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      Barbara 6 years ago from Stepping past clutter

      As always, your imagery is real as next door. I particularly liked this: "She calmed down, and then put her small arms around his neck." I visualized baby fists, it was so real. Justice will always be done? I am glad you believe it, Will. I depend on that.

      One thought, you might reread the beginning and get rid of those hads. They caused me to stumble... Hugs.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Diane,

      Yup. Sooner or later, justice will always be done.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi fashion,

      It's strictly fiction, but inspired by the mysterious disappearence of a real drug dealer who was supplying children, some twenty years ago outside Tucson.

      Rumor had it that he ended up as human jerky, slowly drying out somewhere in the vast Sonoran desert.

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      Diane 6 years ago

      ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, GOOD ALWAYS WINS OUT OVER EVIL.

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      fashion 6 years ago

      Very good and heart touching story.I am unable to believe that it is a real story.It is a dramatic story based on a cruel dealer who sells kids.I love your writing style.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi G-Ma Johnson, and thanks for the comment!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi quester.ltd, and thanks!

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      Merle Ann Johnson 6 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

      WONDERFUL...

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      quester.ltd 6 years ago

      it's good to have a friend

      q

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi QudsiaP1,

      So many lives have been lost and ruined by drugs and dealers know it, but still they sell.

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      QudsiaP1 6 years ago

      Excellent job as always; mayve this hub of yours could make people realise how drugs are not toys.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Pollyannalana, and thank you, dear lady!

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      Pollyannalana 6 years ago from US

      Wow, that was good..even if it was sad. You write very well.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Dusty and thank you!

      Actually, I guess there was a little dark humor between the two detectives.

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      50 Caliber 6 years ago from Arizona

      Will, another great write top to bottom that frames the adage that a friend will buy you a drink and a true friend will help you hide the body, I always enjoyed the saying and it seems you just framed it like a picture. Voted up all, and was tempted to hit funny but I just couldn't, Dusty

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi CMerritt, and thank you!

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      Chris Merritt 6 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

      Will, this was written excellent. Very descriptive and was easy to follow.

      This was justice in it's purest sense. I thought it was going to be Timmy, but I think he may have seemed obvious.

      Great job...as always.

      :)

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi thougtforce, and yes, drugs are killing our children.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi writeronline, and thanks for the great comment!

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      Christina Lornemark 6 years ago from Sweden

      Great story Will! Your characters seems so real and can be living everywhere since drugs seems to be everywhere too.Every parent wants to protect their kids against drugs. Thanks for a great story, I was captured once again!

      Tina

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      writeronline 6 years ago

      Hi WillStarr, enjoyed this, as usual with your stories. This one made me think of a variation on a couple of well worn homilies; "A friend in need is a friend indeed', and "Actions speak louder than words".

      Put the two together and it encapsulates your story well, as, "A friend in need, needs a friend in deed."

      Keep 'em coming.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi always exploring, and thank you.

      Sometimes, justice prevails.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This is GREAT Will. I really liked the ending. He got what he deserved. Putting a drug dealer in prison is not good enough. They only get out and deal again. We must do more to protect our kids. Thank you for sharing.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Nell!

      Friends are friends, and in this story, there were more friends than meets the eye.

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      Nell Rose 6 years ago from England

      Hi, I am glad that happened at the end, he couldn't give up his partner, and with someone like that shot, who cares? makes you wonder how often this does really happen, great story! cheers nell

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Pamela99!

      Realism is important to me, because stories must be believable.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Ghost32, and thank you for the comments!

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      Pamela Oglesby 6 years ago from United States

      Excellent story and in the end justice did prevail. I liked the realistic way you told the story. Up and awesome.

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      Ghost32 6 years ago

      Top drawer, Will. Just one note to any other vigilantes out there: If you're doing a George Stannis on a bad guy, make sure you can tell whether or not he's wearing an armored vest. You know, just in case you need to adjust your "textbook execution" shot pattern a mite....

      Voted up and across, even funny. (The "funny" vote is for Dave thinking his partner wouldn't pick up on that "little snow white lie"....)

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Sunnie, and thank you my friend!

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      Sunnie Day 6 years ago

      Will this is so good...so many drug dealers get away with selling to these kids..he got what was coming to him..he probibly would have went to jail, done some time and been back on the streets doing what he always did..

      The story as always was so well written..I dont know why I dont seen a new story published by you..I will do better..Thank you.

      Sunnie..Up Up Up for sure

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      I was right there with them, all the while, and it sure was cold.

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      Sueswan 6 years ago

      Yes he was. Thank God for good men like you. :-)

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Sueswan,

      He was an evil man, wasn't he?

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      Sueswan 6 years ago

      Will you are a great story teller. That drug pusher had what was coming to him.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Radioguy, and thank you for your support!

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      Radioguy 6 years ago from Maine

      As usual, your stories are well paced, have believable characters and make a point! Voted up!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Exactly, dahoglund!

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      Don A. Hoglund 6 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

      There are a lot of secrets buried under the frozen ground of my home town.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi 34th Bomb Group,

      Yeah, these guys cause many deaths, but are almost never held to full account. Some finally end up with a bullet in the back of the head and no suspect. I think I know why.

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      34th Bomb Group 6 years ago

      Very nicely done, Will, from one Starr to another. The story is easy to read and true to life. We see such things every once in a while and golly gee, somehow those cases go on the back burner and never seem to be solved - no matter how shrill their momma's wailing gets. "He was such a good boy - went to Church on Sunday and took care of me and my 27 babies, etc. etc." You managed to bring a tear to my eye and, then, a smile to my lips.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, breakfastpop!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Epi and thank you for the kind words!

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      breakfastpop 6 years ago

      Justice prevailed, in my view. Up and awesome!

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ...if there is a better short story writer on these (hub) pages then someone tell me ....... please!

      To a man who has it all - wit, charm, savvy, and a lovely wife!

      lake erie time 6:53am - watching the daybreak come up over the lake with coffee, donuts and Chopin!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Rosie,

      You picked up on what no one else has mentioned...the complicated links of friendship, and what true friends will do for one another.

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      Rosie Rose 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Hiya Will, what a great storyteller you are! George did what any father would have wanted to do to his beloved daughter's killer. The friendship between George and Dave, and the friendship between Dave and his partner, are surreal. Wonderful story.

      Have a nice day,

      Rosie

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      Dexter Yarbrough 6 years ago from United States

      Ha ha ha!!!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hey Dex!

      One of these days I'm going to write about man-eating cows! :-)

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      Dexter Yarbrough 6 years ago from United States

      Will, great story! You are the man, brother! You are the man! A friend indeed!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi drbj, and thank you my friend!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Hyphenbird,

      Yes, the bond between friends is often stronger than family bonds. It amazes me how many familes drift apart over the years.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Cardisa,

      We have plenty of drugs and dealers right here in the states.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi PenMePretty, and thank you!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Old Poolman,

      Remember the California mother who went to court and shot the man who had molested six boys, including her son? She put 5 shots in his head, killing him instantly.

      That's why we now go through metal detecters!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi chspublish, and thank you for your kind words!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi b. Malin,

      A father's love is just as strong as a mother's love...just in a different way.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi marshacanada,

      Nothing colder than Minnesota...except Canada!

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Poohgranma,

      Things like this happen every day, I imagine. Too often, the law fails us.

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      drbj and sherry 6 years ago from south Florida

      Excellent and realistic tale, Will, from the very first word to the last. Voted up.

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      Brenda Barnes 6 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Friends have loved and carried me when family turned the coldest and most bitter shoulder toward me. I love the well put together characters and the inclusion of real friendship. This is strong and real.

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      Carolee Samuda 6 years ago from Jamaica

      Very Good WillStar, I always look forward to your stories. This one is different from your usual and that makes it even more interesting and special.

      This sounds a bit Jamaican to me...the whole drugs thing. Loved it WillStar...don't take too long with your next story.

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      PenMePretty 6 years ago from Franklin

      Wonderful story. Voted awesome. The pic makes ya stand up and take notice. :-)

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      Old Poolman 6 years ago

      WillStarr - You have to love street justice. No long drawn out trials, no lawyers getting rich and famous, and instant results. Loved the story.

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      chspublish 6 years ago from Ireland

      Your stories are so believable and have great characters. Congrats on another great story.

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      b. Malin 6 years ago

      It could be an "eye for an eye"...So Well Done Willstar...and Justice was served.

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      marshacanada 6 years ago from Vancouver BC

      Good story-I can feel the cold snow and the icy feeling of a father's revenge.

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      Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

      What goes around ...

      Sometimes we're even lucky enough to be int the vicinity when it happens. Great story! Voted and and across (except funny).

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi ahorseback,

      Revenge, yes, but it was more of a reckoning.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Frog Prince,

      It's not actually reality based, because the dealer may have just moved out for all I know. But that's where I got the idea because there were some angry dads making noises, just before he disappeared.

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      ahorseback 6 years ago

      Something about the word revenge that I just love will! Love the story.

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      The Frog Prince 6 years ago from Arlington, TX

      Will - Very well written and I didn't know that it was reality based until I just read your comment.

      Drugs are bad news.

      The Frog

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Becky,

      This was based on a dealer who used to sell to kids outside Tucson. He disappeared, and was never found.

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      Becky 6 years ago

      Good story. It makes you wonder how many of these drug killings were the competition and how many the victims families.