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One of my readers pointed out that it was extremely unlikely that Jack Watson wouldn’t be reachable by phone. Pretty much everybody has a smart phone these days, and certainly the publishing company would have had that number in their files. That is true, so I had to do a quick edit. People do have phones, but they haven’t really developed one immune to being dropped in a toilet.
Special thanks to the incomparable Al Steiner for editing work in this and the next chapter. I asked him to review a few chapters for medical details, specifically emergency and ambulance procedures. For instance, I had written a section involving a helicopter ambulance being brought in. It turns out that it would have never been used in the scenario I wrote. I checked and it was only a fifteen-minute ride in an ambulance, and it would have taken longer than that to load somebody into the helicopter! He also pointed out a few other problems that I was able to fix. There’s a reason we all need editors! Thanks.
Going to play Grandpa today. Our son-in-law’s sister’s mother-in-law passed away and they need to attend, so they are dropping the girls (ages six and eight) off with us. Complicated enough? Welcome to upstate New York! Our town has about twenty-two-hundred residents spread out in three hamlets. My wife and I aren’t attending because we’d had a feud with her for the last thirty years. I commented to my wife we’d probably get arrested for dancing on the grave. Anyway, we love the girls so it’s not an imposition at all!
In any case, the story moves along. Enjoy!
The fun and games move to North Carolina. There’s trouble at Watson Manor. Enjoy!
I was recently informed of an error in Chapter 3. From ursus32: “One makes tents of canvas. One checks the hood doing a canvass.” Good point. Fixed.
For those who purchased the story (thank you!) I made a few slight changes to one of the paragraphs in Chapter 5. At the end of the story, after I have all the fixes and edits updated, I will upload the edited version to bookapy. You will then be able to download the final version.
Amusing incident the other day - our youngest daughter sent me a text. “Vikings - can you send a PDF or word doc so I can read on my computer at work and people will think I’m working?” Glad to see she’s working hard. I sent her a pdf.
More trouble on the East Coast for the Watson family, the FBI, and various local police forces. Enjoy!
We take break from the Watson family. Instead, we focus on a crime on Long Island. Is there a connection? We’ll just have to find out. Special thanks to grynslvr2, an experienced police officer, for information on police and FBI procedures. I can’t do this without expert editors. Many thanks to all of them over the years.
I’ve had a number of readers over the years ask if I live in the South. Several of my stories have taken place in Georgia, North Carolina, Florida, or other southern locales. Quick answer - no. I have lived in either New Jersey (4 years) or upstate New York (42 years). I was born in northern Maryland, which is south of the Mason-Dixon Line, though only by about twenty miles. Still, they had to draw the line somewhere. I lived there for my first 17 years, and we visit my family several times a year. When I was living at home, we always vacationed in the south, and I have traveled there frequently since then. Still, much of my supposed expertise is the result of a diligent usage of Google and Wikipedia. It’s amazing the amount of information you can find on the Internet.
Anyway, Chapter 3 is up. Enjoy!
In Chapter 2, I commented on the fact that ADUs, auxiliary dwelling units, don’t do well in sales. This is 100% true. I sold modular and manufactured homes for 35 years and pretty much every year I would get middle-aged couples coming in and asking about them. Most of our manufacturers had designs for them, but in all that time, I never sold one, and I sold millions of dollars of homes otherwise. The reasons are the same as I mentioned. The designs are brilliant, but the average zoning or building code simply won’t allow multiple residences on the same property. Likewise, whenever I would ask the buyers interested in a granny pod if they had discussed it yet with the grandparent involved, they would often say that they were just checking out options. When I called them back, if they answered at all, I would get a sheepish response that Granny wasn’t interested and had told them to mind their own business.
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