The Investigators, Inc. The Major Case. Chapter 4. Milton.

We still had MC with us, so it gave Rock an excuse to come and see us. “You had a long boat ride today” I said to him, “did you go further than you had expected?” “No, actually we did not go as far,” he said, “we decided to stop on one of the islands and walk around for a while. We met a lot of people on the hiking trails there.

We did not see anything interesting though, but some of the people we met had seem some exotic looking birds. Annelie was hoping we would too, but we saw absolutely nothing. We met some locals who said a woman was killed by a falling rock in a cave there just recently, so they told us to stay out. They said it was haunted or something. I do not believe that kind of stuff, but rocks can fall from the ceilings of caves, nothing haunted about that.”

“Yeah, we heard that story too,” I said, “I think it was just a tourist stunt to draw more people to the area.” “I would not doubt that,” said Rock, “thanks for looking after Mr. Cat for us.” “That was easy,” said Sky, “he and Muffin played all afternoon and then fell asleep.” Rock picked up MC and left. He also left a note for me which had some interesting thoughts written on it. I let everyone read it and then I burned it, flushing the ashes down the toilet.

Tomorrow our team will check out that cave. Meanwhile… “I do not like it,” said Mark, “3 groups of people show up, each group has a cat, does that not seem suspicious?” “Not to me,” said Milton, “these days lots of people travel with their pets. There is a 4th couple with a cat too, and a family with a small dog. They sure do not seem like they know each other.”

“Okay, fine,” he replied, “maybe I am just a bit nervous, we should not have given Major so much time, he could have gotten the money faster than that.” “Hey, the Major does not have that kind of money hanging around in cash,” said Milton, “he invests his money, so it takes a little time to get it and then to travel out here to give it to us.” “What if he decides not to pay,” said Gerald, “that is a lot of money to pay for his daughter. We should have kidnapped one of his sons instead, they are more important to the organization.”

“Yeah, then Victor might get involved, and we do not want that,” said Milton, “he would just come with men and guns and we would all be dead.” “Well, that Major guy better show up with the cash,” said Mark, “or his daughter will be fed to the sharks.” “He will pay,” said Milton, “he really does love his daughter, so he will be here. Just remember, she goes back to him after we get the money.

I do not want the Major after us either, that would be just as bad as having Victor after us. Well, I have to get back to Italy, Victor wants me for a special delivery.” “Why now?” asked Gerald, “he has others he could use.” “Yeah, but I know better than to refuse Victor,” said Milton, “if I show up whenever he calls me, it will soon lead to a promotion, and more pay.

And this delivery is going to pay me twice what I normally get as well. I will see you guys when I get back. However, I may not be back in time for the payoff, so make sure you do things the way I said, or Victor finds out about you two, anonymously of course.” Off he went in his boat back to the hotel, then off to the main island. Before he left the hotel, he stopped to talk with the manager who was working at the front desk.

“If those new people start asking questions, remember, you know nothing,” he said, “then call this number and tell the man.” “I will do that,” he said nervously. Milton then gave him some money and left. Kristina and Crystal were in the dining room getting some tea at the time and Muffin was listening to the conversation.

When they came back to the room Muffin told us what had been said. That proves this Milton is involved with the kidnapping, and so is the hotel manager, at least somewhat. I sent a text to everyone telling them about this too. We need to be very careful around any employees of the hotel now…

To Be Continued.

©2023 Steve McLeod.

Saturday Sharing With Coffee. #1

Good morning and Happy Saturday to all of you! It is a nice, though cloudy, morning once more, with a temperature of 9F (-13C). The wind has arrived now and is supposed to get fairly strong today, so that might knock the frost off the trees. Although so far it is not doing anything. Still not much bird activity out there. The chickadees and nuthatches are here. I am sure glad they are around at least.

There are also a couple of blue jays. Yesterday in late afternoon, the shrike showed up and picked a chickadee right off the hanging feeder, and off he went. They sure fly fast! The other chickadees stayed frozen in position for quite a while afterward. Speaking of “fast”, that reminds me of a time I was out snowshoeing. I used to enjoy that winter activity, and I do not normally put the words “enjoy” and “winter” in the same sentence.

Some “Pine Siskins” on the feeder.

Anyway, I went out snowshoeing this one day years ago, by myself, something I should never do since things always seem to happen to me. But no one else I knew liked snowshoeing. It can be difficult when walking through deep, softer, snow. It requires the right kind of snowshoe, and they are rather large. But once a person gets used to walking with them, it really is not bad at all.

Everything was going fine until I came to a hill. Around here hills are common, mostly that is all we have, there is not much flat ground. I looked down this hill. I have gone down hills many times, and sometimes quite safely, when I walk down. But sometimes I tried to use the snowshoes as skis, which they are not. These snowshoes are too big for that. But I had practiced a bit since my last mishap, so I decided to give it a try again.

Close-up of a Pine Siskin.

It was a fairly large hill, and quite steep. I just had to remember to keep the toes of the snowshoes up, so they do not dig into the snow. Off I went and everything was going good and I was going quite fast too. It was fun. Until. Suddenly my left snowshoe dug into the snow, which was about 3 feet deep on the hill. I was kind of squatting down until that happened. I suddenly stood upright, then flew forward, face first into the deep snow, and kept sliding for a bit before my shoulder hit something.

I was buried in the snow so had to quickly dig myself out. I was down near the bottom of the hill now and the snow was deeper. I measured it later and found it was 4 feet deep at that spot. I am not a tall person, so 4 feet is deep for me. My shoulder had hit a tree stump and I twisted my left ankle, again. I tried using my snowshoes, but that ankle bothered me too much, amazing how quickly it got swollen. It was really quite painful trying to walk.

Female “Common Redpoll” coming in for a landing.

But, I had to use the snowshoes, so I kept going, following my planned route which would take me back to my car, eventually. I had to walk very slowly, however, and stop frequently to rest that ankle which was getting worse all the time. I had figured the whole walk would take about 3 hours, if all went well, which it did not. It was now 4:30pm and dark. There was heavy cloud cover and it had started to snow prior to that time and there was 2 inches (5cm) of new snow.

But I soon found my trail where I had come in earlier that afternoon. It was still hard to follow it though, since it was dark and snowing, so no benefit of moonlight, and I had no flashlight with me. I was finally back at my car by 5:30pm. My ankle was throbbing terribly by then. There was also 4 inches (10cm) of new snow now. But I made it home where I could warm up and relax.

Hmm, the wind is getting stronger now, and the blue jays are back. Guess I better get them some peanuts. Sorry the pics do not match the story, but I had no camera back then. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

©2023 Steve McLeod.