Chapter 27

Randy didn't sleep as late the next morning as he had hoped, but it was still much later than usual. It was around ten when he shook the sleep from his eyes, got up, took the shower he should have taken the night before, and headed down to the kitchen to find Nicole having a cup of coffee with Blake Walworth.

Blake was a long-time friend and lived near Randy's parents' Point Drive house. He'd been at least peripherally responsible for the security of his wife, Jennifer, who had once been known as country music singer Jenny Easton. In years past, Randy had worked event security with Blake for Jenny, so this was something of a favor returned. More importantly, Blake was about the only person in Spearfish Lake who could be considered Randy's equal at martial arts – in fact, Randy had learned a great deal of what he knew about the subject from Blake. Having him around to keep an eye on the women eased his mind considerably.

"So," Blake said jovially, "How are you today?"

"Somewhere between here and California," Randy told him. "Yesterday was a pretty tough day."

"Yeah, that redeye stuff gets old real fast," Blake replied as Randy went to the counter and poured a cup of coffee. "Believe me, I know that from experience. I take it that you're considering this as a serious threat?"

"Yeah, that's the only way to do it," Randy told him. "If we're overdoing it, we're just playing it safe. I figure on him showing up anywhere from right now up through the next few days. After that it may ease a bit, but we just don't know yet. I never thought he had his head screwed on very tight, but it turns out he was more abusive than we had been thinking, so if he shows up he's pretty sure to be throwing his weight around. I just can't guess how hard."

"I think I remember him," Blake said. "It seems to me that Rachel introduced him to Jennifer and me back when Jared was a baby."

"Yeah, something like that," Randy said as he sat down at the table with the coffee in his hand. "I think it was when I was home from college, so it would have been a while. Anyway, we're pretty sure he's not going to let Rachel go without a fight, since he's after the money she controls. Incidentally, he's a pretty big guy and doesn't take my martial arts background seriously, so he may be more willing to start something with me than with you. I just don't know."

"Well, we'll just have to take it as it comes," Blake shrugged. "So, are you going to go to work today?"

"I might as well," Randy said. "I mean, as long as you're here. I'll be on my cell, and I won't be any farther away than the office." He changed the subject; the security concerns were precautions but they were still making him a little paranoid. He wanted to get this settled, and soon. "So, how's it coming with the work on the new album?"

"Slow," Blake replied. "Jennifer and Myleigh are working on a new piece, and they're having some troubles getting the kinks out. They're at a point where I figured the thing to do is to let them work it out while I stay back out of their way, so this comes at a good time."

Randy, Blake, and Nicole talked for a bit while Nicole put together a light breakfast for him. It didn't take long to get through it, and finally Randy finished his coffee and said, "Well, I guess I'd better get over and see if the shop is still there. I'll be back for lunch, but it'll probably be a little later than usual."

"Have fun," Nicole said. "I'd imagine that Rachel and Jared will be getting up any time now. Why don't you and I take the Chrysler back to your dad? You can drop me back here on your way."

It sounded like a plan to him, and Randy added that he wanted to take a look at the boat in the daylight. While Nicole went for her purse, he headed outside.

For some reason the boat seemed larger in the driveway than it had alongside the road down in Moffat. He'd never done anything but take a quick look at it, but now climbed up on the trailer's fender and hoisted himself aboard. On deck, it didn't seem a lot smaller than the Felicity Ann, the boat he'd been on with Scooter and her boatman friends down in the Bahamas, but he knew that it was a lot lighter. Curious, he opened the hatchway and looked in; the boat was much more cramped than the Felicity Ann had been, but then this was a smaller boat. There wasn't enough room for him to stand up inside, and he was pretty short, but he remembered that the main cabin roof could be raised to something like standing headroom. God, he thought. There was going to be a lot to learn, but it was something new and he enjoyed the prospect of learning it. They'd have to get through this crap with Joel, and then he could get to it.

"Nice boat, isn't it?" he heard Nicole call from outside.

"Actually, better shape than I thought from looking at it down by the road," Randy said. "It seems a little cleaner than I remember."

"It should," Nicole told him. "Nellie and I spent quite a while yesterday cleaning it up and going over it. I think it's going to work out pretty well for us."

"We're going to have to come up with a name for it," he said, stepping back out of the hatch and closing it. "This is new enough to me that I haven't even thought about it."

"To tell you the truth, I haven't either," Nicole said. "You're going to have to take the trailer loose from the truck so you can use it."

"No big deal," he replied, clambering down to the ground. "Hey, Nicole. You did good to do all that by yourself."

"Well, I had a lot of help from Nellie," she said as he turned to unhitching the trailer. "It's amazing the stuff she knows. I'm glad you decided to stop and clean out her driveway last winter."

"No fooling," he said. "Well, this is something to look forward to once this stuff with Rachel gets settled down a little bit."

After he dropped Nicole back at the house, Randy drove on out to the office as he tried to get his mind on work. He'd been prepared to be gone all week, but things hadn't worked out that way. Still, that meant he could spend more time at home, to ease the load on Blake – it was good to have a friend like him who could pitch in when needed.

He parked the truck in the office lot and went inside. "Good," he announced. "The place is still here. I was wondering."

"Randy!" Regina smiled. "We didn't expect you back till the first of the week. Did everything go all right?"

"Pretty much," Randy told her – he hadn't passed along the details, that was family business and there was no point in bringing it up at the office. "I got back late last night and slept in a little this morning. So, what's happening?"

"Carlos is over at Three Pines, just checking in," she reported. "Everything is going smoothly over there. He said that Mike is pouring the last two piers on Windmill Island today, and should be done there by the end of the day. He's planning on heading over to the 484 job tomorrow. Don should be finishing up in Albany River today; all that's left is the owner inspection, so he's ready to start moving his crew and stuff out to the island tomorrow."

"Good," Randy said. "I know Mike was getting a little behind on the island because of some of the rock he hit, but the timing worked out pretty well anyway. Anything else?"

"Not really," she replied. "Everything else seems to be going along on schedule."

"Good enough. Have you got a minute? There's something I need to talk to you about in my office."

"A minute, but no more," she said. "I'm really pretty busy this morning."

"We'll make this quick," Randy said. "Come on into my office and close the door."

Regina frowned at that – Randy usually didn't close the door unless it was something personal – but she followed him into the office anyway. As soon as she had the door closed she asked, "So what's this about?"

"I know I didn't tell you what I was doing the last couple days," he said. "To make a long story short, Dad, Mom, Ruth, and I were out in California to rescue my oldest sister from her husband. We brought her back here. She's got some self-esteem problems as a result of staying with him, and we're all of the opinion that having some kind of a job will help her out with that. She's a college graduate, but I'm not sure what she can do after all this time. I wanted to bounce the idea off you of having her help you out and take a little of the load off you, and maybe have her run some errands like taking prints out to job sites or something that will make her feel useful. It probably won't start for a few days, for reasons we don't need to go into now. If you can use her for something, we can arrange it. If not, I'll tell Dad to come up with something for her over at the plant."

"I could use some help on a lot of things," she replied. "I'd have to think about how to divide things up."

"Think about it, then," he said. "Like I said, this won't start for a few days at the earliest, but we need to make her feel useful, not just make-work."

"I'm sure I can figure out something," she said. "Oh, I forgot to mention, the Newtons want to talk to you, but when I told them you were out of town they said it was no big rush."

"All right, I'll give them a call," he said. "They're probably looking for a progress report. When Carlos comes back, tell him to come see me."

Amazingly enough the stack of paperwork on his desk to deal with wasn't large, at least partly because he was back earlier than he had expected. He decided to get the call to the Newtons out of the way, especially since he had a little good news to report to them. They were pleased to hear that the foundation was nearly completed, and to hear that the plan was to start raising the stringers for the tower, probably early in the week. "Would there be any problem if we were there to watch?" Stacy asked. "We've dreamed about this for so long that it'll be nice to see it happening."

"Not a problem at all," Randy said. "The thing of it is that we'll have to stay out of the way, and that means me as much as the two of you. The guy we have for a super on this job is the best we have, he built my house, but he doesn't like me jiggling his elbow. When he framed up my house, he had my grandfather send me out to the Grand Canyon for three weeks so I wouldn't get in his way. Getting those stringers up without being able to use a crane is going to be fun, and I don't want his attention diverted."

"Would the hot air balloon help?" Dave offered.

"Probably not, they're going to be too heavy," Randy replied. "We've got a backhoe operator to help with it. He's a good rigger and thinks he can manage it with the stuff we have on site. We've got a backhoe, along with plenty of cables and pulleys and stuff, so that and a little magic ought to do it."