The Investigators, Inc. The Sniper Mystery. Chapter 5. Traitor.

We kept looking around after finding Stinger’s rifle and note. We finally found his tent very well concealed under the pines and covered with pine branches. He obviously left the area on a motorcycle, and in a hurr,y. No way to catch him now so we call Benjamin to come back and pick us up. He had stayed close to the area but far enough away to stay safe. The ladder dropped down and we climbed back into the helicopter. “Benjamin, how did Stinger manage to shoot through that window?”, I ask him.

“No idea Steve,” he answered, “this is one of Baldwin’s special choppers, it is built like a tank and with bullet proof glass, I just do not understand it. He ordered it especially for our trip today so we would be safe.” “But yet we nearly died with it,” I replied. Benjamin landed at the chateau, we now have a special helicopter pad on the property. I told everyone not to say anything about our trip until I come into the library. The cats, Kat and I go off to our bedroom and I turn on the scrambler so we can talk safely. I brought Storm with us too.

“Okay cats, I want to know first of all what you think of our new team members,” I said, “are they trustworthy?” Meow,meow.=Me think all okay, no bad thoughts about any, though something seem not quite right with human Lajla. Meow.=Me agree with Muffin, not think human Lajla bad really, but something odd with her. Meowr.=I new, not sure I should say something. “Yes, you are new Storm, but I want to know your opinion too,” I told him.

Meowr.=Okay, me agree too, human Lajla hide something, like she is spy. Others okay to me also. “Hmm, that is interesting,” said Kat, “but who is Lajla spying for? Is she working for John? She could not be the only traitor though since Candace was killed before she came here.” “True,” I said, “I do not think she is the traitor, but if she is a spy, then that would make her bad, but you cats said she was not bad.”

Meow,meow.=Still not think she bad, but maybe she is good spy. Meowr.=Oh, that is good thought. Meow?=But how she can be spy and not be bad? “Hmm, that is something to think about,” I said, “now I notice that none of you have talked with any of our new team members, is there a reason for that?” Meow,meow.=We be really careful right now because so many killed, just not want to take chances. The other two said the same thing.

“What about Aurela?”, I asked them, “she is not really a team member, what do you say about her?” Meow.=Me think she is very nice, she little mixed up maybe, but she is trustingable. Meow,meow.=Yep, me say same thing, she make good additive to team. Meowr.=Yep, me too say too, she not bad. “Good,” said Kat, “that is what I have been thinking as well. Actually I like all of them, they will add different strengths to our team.”

“Yes, I agree with all of you,” I said, “now we go and name the traitor.” The cats look at each other with ears straight up. Even Kat looked a bit puzzled as we all went down to the library. I whispered to the cats and off they went. “About time you came back,” said Baldwin impatiently, “no one will say anything.” “I told them not to,” I said, “I know who the traitor is now.” Everyone looked around. “Where is Shirley?”, I asked, “I wanted everyone here for this.”

“She got sick suddenly after breakfast,” explained Baldwin, “so she is at the clinic.” “Oh, sorry to hear that,” I said, “okay then, Baldwin, are you sure you are the only one that knew when Lajla and Meja were coming? You did not say anything?” “That is right, I wanted to make sure it was kept secret, I did not even tell Shirley,” he answered. “But you do talk to yourself a lot, perhaps you mentioned it then?”, I asked again.

“Possibly, I would never remember that,” he said, “but I see what you are saying, someone could have heard me.” “Yes, and it was your company that did the bullet proof glass in here which was not finished, putting Kat (or Jenny really) in danger.” Baldwin frowned. “This morning you ordered a helicopter for us, one of your ‘tanks’ and yet we were given a different one, so Stinger was able to shoot and kill Joshua which almost killed all of us,” I continued.

Baldwin looked right at me with his mouth open. “Hey now, that was one of my best choppers, number 10,” said Baldwin sternly. “It was number 9,” said Benjamin. Baldwin just stared. “Why…that is impossible,” he said quietly. Just then the cats came into the room. Meowr=You right, it not securing lines but listen lines. Baldwin looked at Storm. “Now, now, wait a minute…”, he said. Annelie and Kat did not want to, but they took out their guns. “It is obvious now who the traitor is,” I said…

To Be Continued.

©2022 Steve McLeod.

Spring Solitude. #3

Good morning everyone! Well, it still does not look, or feel, like spring yet, but I have decided to continue with the change in title I had begun 3 weeks ago. Spring will be very short this year and basically it likely will not arrive as it normally does for us. We will go right from winter into summer. That is the official forecast for us, with the change taking place around mid May.

Walking the path to the river, last spring.

So, the first two weeks of May will be our spring. Soon our spring migration of birds will suddenly burst upon us and also be very brief this year. Normally birds travelling through the area will stay here about 2 weeks before moving on. But in a late year like this, which we get sometimes and more frequently in the past 20 years, the birds might only stay 2 or 3 days before they must move on to breeding areas in the far north. So it gives much less time to photograph birds that just travel through.

Along the river path, last year.

Last year was nice, it gave me lots of time to photograph certain birds and I was able to get some great photos. But some birds still eluded me and I hope to get them this year. One that I am particularly after is the rose-breasted grosbeak. I have some pictures of the female, but none of the male, even though the males are around. But they are not as brave as the females it seems. Oh well.

A beautiful, secluded spot to sit along the river, from last year.

Today I am dreaming of spring solitude along the river. It is such a beautiful, peaceful location. So nice and quiet. A place to totally relax. Where problems, stress, anxiety and anything else can just float away down the river. A place where it is calm. A place where you can lie down on a thick mat of pine needles and enjoy the spring sunshine warming your entire body.

Simple pleasures along the river, last year.

A place where you can sit and listen…to silence. Yes, silence has a sound. And it is beautiful when out in nature. But it is also a place where one can listen to the beauty of the forest. A place where the music comes from the singing of birds. And the “singing” of frogs. A place where you can hear the call of the loon, a true wilderness experience. It is a call that can be both lonely and comforting at the same time. The beauty of solitude. I hope you all have a most wonderful weekend and God bless!

Steve and Muffin. (Praying for the people of Ukraine)

©2022 Steve McLeod.