Undercover Rose
Chapter 12

Copyright© 2013 by carniegirl

NOTE: Beginning next week we will publish a chapter every Monday and Thursday. This will give Cindy some flexibility in her writing and should help readers when to expect the next chapter.

The background came back on Jeremy and Alice Littlejohn. It was on the computer when I returned from my morning ride. I read it while I heated water for my shower. The new on demand hot water heater arraignment took about as long as it took me to make and drink a cup of coffee. That morning I read the report while the coffee brewed. I hadn't finished it so I poured a cup and continued.

What I found out was a bit of a mystery. Jeremy and Alice Littlejohn moved to the Farmer's Grove community eight years before I showed up there. That was as far back as The Geek could trace them.

They both applied and received a driver's license during the same week that they bought their house. There was a closing on the house with a lawyer, but The Geek couldn't get any information from the lawyer. That wasn't unusual. Lawyers hid behind that confidentiality bullshit like it was a brick wall and someone was shooting at them. But since I had been behind that wall with my lawyer, I was glad of it.

The note that accompanied the report stated that The Geek could not find anything on the two of them before they arrived in Farmer's Grove. It was like they just didn't exist before they showed up here. I didn't either, but there was a difference. I had a fake background and they had none at all. That made me think that they arranged there own move to Farmers Grove. If Witness Protection sent them, they still would have had some kind of background. It might have been cloudy like mine, but there would have been something.

My guess was that I would get their back story Friday night at dinner. I knew that I would have to wait two more days, but I could do that for sure. With that more or less put on hold, I went to the shower. I got myself wet then soaped my ass. I was covered in lather when I turned the hot water on again. After I rinsed, I just stood under the shower head and ran the tank as low as I could before the pump shut off.

I filled the tank which sat on the opposite side of the wall from the shower, but I didn't turn on the gas. I didn't plan on doing any housework on that Wednesday. What I planned to do was run around the Internet watching TV and hanging out in adult chat room until I got a better offer from someone. It didn't come on Wednesday.

"Hey Miss Rose," Carlos said on Thursday. I had finished my shower, so I was sitting on the deck at the rear of the country store drinking more coffee at the time. It was a cool morning as they all were, so I was in shorts, a tee and a long sleeve shirt over the tee. The long sleeve shirt would be gone by noon.

"I thought you were finished?" I asked.

"My wife told me to come invite you to a picnic Saturday," Carlos said.

"What is a Mexican picnic like?" I asked.

"Lots of good beer and good food. You really do need to come," he said.

"Alright, if I'm not doing anything else on Saturday," I said. "I never know when an emergency will come up." It was a fact since the last job had given me less than a day's notice.

"Of course," he said. "So how are you spending your time?"

"I'm really not doing anything except hanging around resting for the next time someone needs a security analyst." It was my cover and it was a really good one.

"You need a hobby. Why don't you take up fishing or something? Maybe be a baker. I could see you putting a big kitchen in the living room," he said with a laugh.

"Actually, of the two, fishing appeals most to me," I said. I had gone fishing with my dad when I was young. I had enjoyed it, but never gave it a thought as an adult. "Is there a good place near here?"

"You could start out with the Mineral Springs Reservoir. It is as good a place as any and the campground has a fishing area. You could start out fishing from the bank. There is also the private pond where we are having the picnic on Saturday. I'm sure the kids will be fishing you could join them," Carlos suggested.

"I just might do that," I replied. "Assuming I can find the place. What time should I be there?"

"Ten in the morning. We will probably serve lunch between eleven and noon. There will be lots of food and beer. We ask for donations, because there is so much expense," he said.

"Fair enough, so give me directions to the place," I said.

"Of course the place we are using is off highway nine. There will be tent shelters on the shore for picnics," he said.

"Oh like one of those tents the funeral homes uses over the grave," I asked.

"Not a funeral home tent, but the same type cover yes. We have two just so the cooks don't get sunstroke," he informed me. "The tables under the tents are only twenty feet from the pond, so we can watch the kids while they play or fish. There will be lots of kids, so you come prepared to be stared at. The younger children will stare at your blond hair and the teenagers and men will stare at your boobs," he explained. "Probably the women as well."

"Well that's why I bought them," I said. I knew there was no need telling him how I wound up with the no sag 36D boob job. Okay there was a slight sag by that time, but a good bra hid that fact.

Carlos left after a few more words. He left me to drink more coffee and consider the merits of going to Roaring Gap Plaza to visit the Walmart store. The big benefit was that I could have lunch there. I almost never ate lunch so it would be a treat.

I sucked it up and drove the truck to the Plaza. There were actually three plazas along the access road. The first was the Home depot with two free standing restaurants in the parking lot. I stopped there because I wanted Pizza. Since I had started eating at home I had no pizza at all. It was because all the frozen ones I had ever tried were a lot like eating the box with tomato sauce, not even good sauce either.

The place I chose had a pizza buffet. I chose it because I couldn't decide what kind of pizza to order so I got a sampling of them all. I did skip the salad since I could make at home. The restaurant made a pizza with a chocolate topping. It was a great desert.

After the lunch I drove to the next plaza to visit Walmart. It had four or five other stores attached but I zeroed in on the Walmart. When I got inside the store I took a buggy since I decided that I might as well do my grocery shopping as well as look for fishing stuff.

I bought two bananas and thought how sad it was to shop for one. Then I bought a small jar of peanut butter since I was almost out. My bread box was almost empty so I bought another loaf. I was tempted to buy more jelly but I had limited room in the refrigerator. It was better for me to buy most of the things that needed to be refrigerated at the dollar stores. They had smaller containers so I might have to shop more often but I could get a variety of things in the dorm sized refrigerator.

I didn't have a storage problem for canned goods. All that old shelf space from which the gas station office had as a country store was coming in handy. I put several cans of veggies on those shelves and even a can of corned beef hash and one of beef stew. I had bought a can of hash before, but only because I had read the history of the concoction. It was so interesting that I had to try it. It came from World One, as a way to prevent food poisoning due to rancid beef.

When I got to the frozen food section, I filled up on frozen dinners. I had plenty of room in the small freezer for them. I must have bought a month's supply of full meals and even a few deserts. I bought some chemical ice tea mix, since it was easy to mix and had no calories. It also didn't taste much like good iced tea. Then again it was better than some of the restaurant ice tea I paid much more to drink.

Finally I went to the sporting good section. I saw the same clerk who had sold me the Remington shotgun waiting on a customer. I waited because I wanted to ask him a question or two.

"May I help you," the clerk asked.

"Yes, I'm going to a picnic Saturday where there will be fishing. Unfortunately I have nothing to fish with and I haven't done it in ten years," I said.

"Okay then let me ask you a few questions. First of all how is the shotgun I sold you?" he asked.

"It's fine. I'm surprised you remember me," I said.

"Surely you are kidding. I seldom get an unaccompanied woman in this department. I never got one as good looking as you," he said. He waited a few seconds. I guess it was to see if I would respond. When I didn't he went on. "So where will you be fishing?"

"They tell me it's a private pond and I have no idea what it looks like or what kind of fish are there," I said.

"Well are you squeamish?" he asked.

I thought of the two men I had murdered and sent to a watery grave less than a month before. "I don't think so," I replied.

"Then the best all around bait is live. If you go to most ponds you can catch fish with worms and do okay. Have you ever used a spinning rod?" he asked.

"Sure about a lifetime ago," I said. "I think I would rather have a fishing pole to begin with."

"That's a pretty good choice for a starter kit. I can hook you up with a pole and line in one package," he told me. He led me to a display of fiberglass poles. "Just pick one out." He was smiling and looking at my ass while I looked at the poles.

"So how do I decide?" I asked. "I mean what am I looking for?"

"Probably in your case a shorter one would be good. Maybe this nine foot one would do as a starter. It is also the least expensive one I have. It comes in three pieces each one is about three and a half feet long."

I tried it and found that it was easy for me to handle. I just didn't like the idea of putting it together and taking it apart. "How about something easier to assemble. I'm afraid the joints will be too hard for me to handle."

"Well I got one about the same size that telescopes," he suggested picking up one in a plastic wrapper.

I tried and found it much easier to handle. "Yes I think I like this one. Does it come with the line and stuff?" I asked.

"No ma'am but that is pretty easy. I have a kit over here. The kit has ten hooks in various sizes, ten weights, and ten plastic bobbers. It's a mix and match thing. There is also a few swivels and a very small roll of 10 pound line. You should build your line before you get to the pond I think. There is a holder on the end of pole so build it with a swivel and you can remove it for storage," he said.

"So okay how long should the line be?" I asked.

"It should be a little bit longer than the pole but not much. Maybe a foot or so," he suggested. I nodded, then put everything in the buggy. I even added five bucks worth of worms. It looked as though I was going fishing, I thought.

When I got to the register I put the almost fifty dollars on my card. I was surprised at how little the fishing junk cost me.

I was home in time for Judge Judy. Yes I know, typical woman. I just love all the couples that break up and someone is left with the apartment lease, or some such nonsense. Maybe I loved the men who swore he has no money to pay his child support, because he had a bad day at the track.

When Judge Judy gave up for the day, I went to my fridge and found nothing. I mean literally the damn thing was empty even after I got back from grocery shopping. Everything I bought either went into the freezer or on the shelves.

First I had to decide what to cook, then do it. That seemed like a lot of trouble, but I opened a can of pinto beans. I heated them in the microwave until they were boiling. While they were boiling I got a couple of frozen muffins from the freezer. I had found that they did much better in my tiny toaster oven.

 
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