The Self Leader Secret
Jake part 2
“Daddy says I’m not supposed to talk about Mommy. He says I’m not supposed to think about her cause she’s not supposed to be my mommy anymore. He says Crystal is my new mommy. She lives in the RV too.”
“Well, I tell you what Nicky, why don’t you finish your chocolate and then you and I can take a ride into town and we will look for your dad and Crystal.” He smiled as Jake poured him a cup of coffee.
“Can we find my Mommy too? I miss her.”
“We can sure try, son. But I need to know her whole name and her address. Do you know where she lives”
“4223 Maple Drive.”
“Great! And what town?”
“Oh, which Springfield?”
Nicky shrugged and sipped his hot chocolate. Tom looked at Jake and shook his head. “Well, it’s a start. There’s a whole lot of towns named Springfield in this country. Well, finish up your hot chocolate Nicky and let’s go into town and try to find your Mama.”
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The Sheriff’s office buzzed with activity as the three of them walked through the door. Nicky clung tightly to Jake’s calloused hand.
“Oh, hey Sheriff, I was fixing to call you.” Said Deputy Smith. “We got a couple of dead bodies out by the RV park.”
Tom drew his hand across his throat, a movement to silence the deputy. Then he pointed to Nicky. “Um son, why don’t you go with Deputy Henderson over there and she will help you look for your mama. Susan, this young man’s name is Nicky he is from Springfield. He knows the address, but not the state. Now Deputy Smith, come into my office and tell me all about what you found.”
Nicky pulled on Jake’s hand and dragged him over to Deputy Henderson’s desk. While she questioned the boy, Tom talked with his other deputy about the murdered couple. The detectives had found a large quantity of cocaine at the scene. The pair had been identified as Frank Harris and Crystal Simpson and the signs of a struggle indicated a drug deal gone bad.
With his father dead, the boy needed a place to stay until they could find his mother. Tom hated the idea of putting Nicky with Social Services; they were always so backed up and it might be several days before a suitable foster family could be found to take him. He looked around the room, and hit upon a plan. Since Nicky and Jake had formed an attachment, and his old friend had begun to care about someone again, the ideal situation was would be Jake to take the boy for a few days.
“I can’t do that!” Jake exclaimed.
“Would you rather he went to Social Services?”
“Well, no. But can’t you take him?”
“You saved his life and you already have a connection with him. He trusts you.”
“But I’m not set up to take care of a child.”
“It shouldn’t be more than a few days. There’s a whole lot of Springfields to go through. We’ll check each one to see if a small boy has been reported missing. Don’t you think that little guy will be better off with you than in the Safe House Orphanage?”
“Um, well, I guess it would be alright for a day or two. But what if you can’t find his mother?”
“Well, then I guess we will have to move on to plan ‘B’.”
“Plan ‘B’ huh. Okay well I’d better take Nicky and buy him some more clothes if he is going to stay for a while. “
They walked across the square Whittle’s Mercantile, the local general store. As they opened the door Margaret Whittle, the owner, approached them.
“Hello Jake, who’s you friend?”
“Um. his name is Nicky and he is staying with me for a few days. I need some clothes for him. I don’t know the size.’
“Well,” she replied. “Let’s start with a size 4 and go from there. It’s nice to have company for a while, isn’t it Jake.”
The old man shrugged, and then secretly smiled to himself.1 comment