Chapter 136

I came home from breakfast with a whole lot of options. I tried my best to always have a lot of options in my life. If you kept your eyes open and almost never said no to anything on first hearing it, then you had lots of options. At least it seemed that way to me.

I wanted a cup of coffee, but I did not want to be as sick as I had been on the Soda job. I never wanted to be that sick again, no matter what it cost. I went up on the Internet and did some research. For about seventy five bucks I could buy a single cup coffee maker. It had to be one which used real truck driver coffee, not that sissy shit you bought in coffee shops.

I found one sold in a home improvement big box store. I was gonna have to drive the Toyota all the way to Dobson that kind of store. I had this wild hair up my ass that I wanted one of those coffee makers. I couldn't get my mind on anything else.

There was nothing left to do but take the Toyota to Dobson. Fortunately I decided to check the Walmart store in the plaza, before I drove all the way to Dobson. I found one in stock and cheaper too. I couldn't wait to get home and try it out.

When I got home, I ran though my old deputy sheriff notes while the very first cut brewed. The coffee was ready just about the same time that I found the note for which I was searching. I poured myself a cup of the coffee and it was pretty good. I poured it from the brew cup to my delta shaped travel mug. I immediately took the basket out of the coffee maker and toss out the grounds and then put it in the soup pot I kept in the sink.

I had gone a little over board, since the incident with the coffee mold. Every morning since I got home, I fixed a soup pot of hot water, dish washing soap, and a cap full of bleach. I left that in the sink all day and I dipping anything I used in it. I also had a brush I used to scrub the utensil before putting it into the drainer. So thats what I immediately did with the coffee filter, and the brew cup where the finished coffee accumulated, The minute I finished with the delta coffee cup I drank from, it would go into the sanitizer solution as well. that would be followed by a good hot water rinse. I was way past over kill with my precautions, I knew that it bordered on paranoia, so I never told anyone about it.

So I had a cup of hot coffee, which was a little too fresh, while I read the file. From the note was about one Wilbur Hayworth. I had stopped him during the first three months of my time with the Warren County Sheriff's department. Wilbur had a truck full of empty one gallon milk bottles in the back. There was nothing but the stop sign violation to charge him with, so I didn't bother, A couple of brother I knew at the time told me who he really was.

Wilbur was a moonshiner. He had made liquor all over the area. Nobody targeted him because in Warren county, most everything got a pass. If anyone had died from his liquor, the deputies would move heaven and earth to put him away. Since no one had died, he would get a pass till someone stumbled across his still, or he was caught with those jugs full. Until then it was live and let live for Wilbur Hayworth master moonshiner.

I got his address on the FI card, and I had copied it into my notes. I had no idea whether I could find him or not. I especially didn't know, if he would do business with me. Somewhere along the search for my master moonshiner, I sat the coffee cup down. I looked at it on the table and decided I could risk reheating the cold coffee. When it came out of the microwave I finished it immediately, then went right to the sink and ran the cup through the sanitizer rinse. I felt better about the coffee thing. I went to the fridge and flushed the chocolate milk down the sink. I almost wanted to cheer when it was all gone.

I tooled up before I went to see Wilbur. Then I programed his rural address into the GPS device. It carried me into a fairly nice rural residential area. I found Wilbur's house without any trouble.

"Can I help you?" a young woman about twenty or so asked me. She was a cute red head who really needed to have her teeth worked on. They were stained and crooked.

"I'm looking for Wilbur Hayworth," I said.

"You the law," She asked.

"Not any more," I said.

"What you want with my grandfather then?" she asked.

"It's a private matter, a business deal I want to discuss with him," I said.

"Come on in," She said,

She had been so cold I was a little nervous, but I followed her into the house, I was in the house and seated when she shouted, "Daddy, Grandpa has a visitor."

A man in work clothes came into the room. He looked about thirty five years old. He looked me over then asked, "I'm Joshua, what you want with my father?"

"I had a business proposition for him, but I really don't plan to discuss it with anyone else," I said.

"Well you can talk to him in the home, but he won't be answering. You see missy, he had a stroke two months ago. He is in pretty bad shape." Joshua said.

"Then I guess we are through," I said standing to leave.

"Did the business include shine?" he asked.

"Yes it did, but if he isn't working any more there is no deal," I said that to keep him from getting curious.

"You looking to buy, or you want to make it?" he asked.

"A little of both I guess." I admitted.

"I don't understand." he said.

"You really don't have to understand. You know where I can buy some white liquor?" I asked.

"Let's say I could broker a deal for you," he said.