Chapter 1

Jason (The Swamp Creature)—The big meeting was ending and we were all standing around outside of the reception center. I was feeling really proud of myself. I had followed someone without her knowing and discovered some things that my boss, Robert O’Shea, did not know about her. My phone and his phone started ringing at the same time. When we answered it was Brian, the black agent at the office.

“There is a situation going on that we need to handle. Remember Grandma Lincoln? She is the 100-year-old black lady who lives across the street from one of our client’s ‘problems’. I had talked with her and had obtained some good information that helped us a lot. I left her my card and told her if she ever needed help on anything to give me a call. She called saying she had witnessed an abduction. She called the police but since it is in a black neighborhood and the girl’s mother is a crack head prostitute, they did not bother to send a car out to investigate. It seems Grandma Lincoln calls the police a lot these days and they are starting to ignore her. I believe her and think we should help.”

Robert—Tell me what she saw.

Brian—”She saw a young girl, about 17 years old being forced into a truck by a white man. She did not get the plate number of the truck but said it was one of those big trucks that people drive around the swamp, one like Jason drives. She got a pretty good description of it. It is black with a red hood and a red tailgate. She said it was all muddy like it had just come from the swamp”.

Jason—”I know that truck! I don’t know the driver, but I know where he has a cabin out in the swamp. I have passed it many times. I’ll head out there and check it out.”

I started to walk towards my truck when Uncle John (I call him Uncle because he is my wives Uncle) calls out saying he will ride along with me. I have no objections with that. This guy John is big and solid muscle. I know he is always armed. He is a reserve sheriff’s deputy back in Mississippi.