The Investigators, Inc. The Case of the Deserted Tower. Chapter 6. Pain and Problems.

Jinni was about to tell us her ‘new’ story, but Mac interrupted. “You should all go in the tower now that it is dark,” he said, “I will sleep out here and guard this entrance. We fixed the shutters and I can barricade the door.” “No,” I said, “we all stay in the tower tonight. After hearing about that fight just now, it would not be safe out here.”

“The cats did a good job too,” said Mac, “brave little guys.” “Yes, Tiia shot flares so we could see our enemy,” said Kristina. Tiia sat up straight and proud. Meowi.=It Muffin tell me what to do, I follow what she say. Now Muffin sat up straight and proud too. Meow,meow.=We make good team. “You sure do,” said Mac, “and Storm was in here helping me at the time, we make a good team too.”

Now it was Storm’s turn to sit up proudly. “Except for my blunder in not protecting you,” said Mac, “I can resign if you want.” “Not a chance, you are too important for this team Mac,” I said, “now, inside the tower everyone.” The door was still barricaded first, then we went inside for the night. I told Jinni we would talk in the morning, I was too tired right then.

Actually, my back was incredibly sore from the punch that ape gave me. Sigurbjorn gave me a short massage before we went to bed. Mac and I stayed on the main floor with the cats, the girls spread out in the other 5 levels. “There is something wrong with all of this,” I said to Mac, “it just does not add up.

Penny was waiting for Toledo, but he has been dead for some time now, which means she has been here for a long time too. But why? There does not seem to be anything up here, and how do they get electricity here? They need it for the lights they had and for the barrier in place around here that stops our communication.”

“Takes a lot for that barrier if I remember correctly,” said Mac. “Yep, sure does,” I agreed, “and those people that attack us, they almost seem primitive and if Penny is right, they attack her and her men too.” “This is one of their crossbows,” said Mac, “not primitive, it is new.” “So, why not choose guns instead?” I asked.

“These are nice and quiet,” said Mac. “Hmm, good point,” I said, “I am worried about that sickness back home too, it does not sound good.” “Not coincidence,” said Mac, “someone else is in on this game, maybe not working with Penny though.” “Hmm, that is possible,” I said. I was soon asleep after that.

But around 2 am Mac had to call Sigurbjorn to come and help me. She stayed quite a while massaging my back after giving me my usual painkillers. They were not working, however. Being right against that wall when he punched me made that fist feel like it went right through to my spine. Bridgette came to check on me too, but she was satisfied that nothing was damaged seriously and should get better in time.

But how much time? By morning I could barely walk around and the pain was terrible. Penny had obviously put up that barrier again because I could not contact Annelie. However, to our surprise, Penny, her bodyguard and another rather large man, showed up after we were finished our breakfast. “I thought it would be good to talk it out with all of us,” said Penny, “then you will get the truth.”

Jinni frowned at Penny when she said that. “Not a bad idea,” I said. Then I told the girls to go outside and guard the place. Sky, Kate and Mac stayed, plus the cats, and of course, Jinni. “I have proof that I own this property,” said Jinni and she brought out some papers. Penny looked at them, then handed them to me. “Looks legitimate to me,” I said, “but if you remove that barrier, I can check them out properly.”

“I did that already,” said Penny. So I called Annelie and sent her a photo of the papers to check for me. It did not take long and she said they were legitimate and matched what was on file at the land registry office here. “Well Penny?” I asked, “what do you say now?” “I still say I have a right to be here,” she complained, “I was here before she bought this worthless piece of ground.”

“If the place is worthless, why do you want to be here?” asked Jinni. “That is my business,” she said, “I just need a quiet place for my work.” “And what work is that?” I asked her. “None of your business,” she growled. “Look, you came here to get things worked out with us,” I said, “but we cannot work anything out if you do not cooperate.

Right now Jinni has every right to kick you off this property. And we are here to help her with that, if necessary.” “I think Jinni wants a part of whatever you are doing here,” said Mac casually, “and whatever that is, is not legal…”

To Be Continued.

©2023 Steve McLeod.

Down Country Paths. #1

Good morning everyone and Happy Saturday! Plus a big Happy Canada Day! Yep, today is Canada’s Birthday, a time to celebrate this huge and beautiful country that we have. It seems there are always people around who want to fight and divide our country when instead we should be working together to continually build our country into something even better that it is today.

Today also begins the second half of the year and with it will come some changes to Steve’s Country, a little at a time, through the month of July. I thank each one of you, some of you have been with me since near the beginning of my blogging back in 2018, and some of you are very new to my blog. THANK YOU each one for being here!!

On Saturday we will have Down Country Paths, which will be stories from my past like I have been doing, but also about antiques and other country pleasures and treasures. This time it was a beautiful and sunny July day and I decided to go on an early morning walk. I was up early and out walking by 6am. I had been down this path several times already, but always in the afternoon and I wanted to see if there might be more wildlife to see early in the morning.

I was definitely not disappointed. There was a small gravel road to begin my walk, but it turned into just a simple walking path after a short distance. Along the road was a nice snowshoe hare, dressed in its summer brown coat. In winter they are white and they blend in with their snowy background amazingly well. It hopped off the road and into the long grass when it spotted me coming along, but I did get a picture of it.

A beautiful Snowshoe Hare in July.

That was back when we still used film cameras, terrible things that they were. But they worked. It was just very slow and you had no chance for another picture if that one did not turn out. Oh well. As I continued on a couple of white-tailed deer jumped off into the trees, but one buck stayed behind for a few minutes watching me. He was just in the process of growing new antlers.

A White-tailed Deer growing its antlers. Only the males, bucks, have antlers.

Finally just as I got to the footpath section, there was a puddle on the road and some wet mud. There were also some very fresh, and large, bear tracks. He must be a big one, I thought to myself. That would make a wonderful picture. I continued on down the footpath and got to an open, rocky area. Walking along I spotted something move and stopped to look closer. It was a beautiful Eastern Gartersnake. He stopped long enough for me to get a pic of him, and he even looked right at me which was kind of nice.

It was about that time I heard a noise in the trees not far from where I was standing. I looked over and spotted that bear walking along. My heart started racing a bit as I could see it was a large bear and I was now about 4 km (2.5 miles) away from anything. But I was hoping to get a picture. I went and hid behind some rocks, hoping it might come out in the open.

I also saw butterflies, like this Mourning Cloak.

But, it wandered further off into the forest and I never saw it again. On one hand I was thankful it was gone, but I did lose out on a photo. Oh well. Back then bears would run from people in that area, but here it is different. Bears are so used to being around people now that they are no longer scared, and that can make them unpredictable and dangerous.

An Eastern Gartersnake was sunning itself on the rocks. It is looking right at me.

Which is why I have not been walking to the river lately, but I might change that soon and start going again. Anyway, I walked a bit further but did not see anymore wildlife, but there were a lot of birds singing that morning as well, including one of my favorites, the hermit thrush. I love their song. Any of our thrushes are beautiful singers really.

I stopped at a high spot and sat for a while. I could see for many miles (kilometers) from that hill. For some reason I never took a picture of that scenic view, not sure why. I then turned back, it was a most enjoyable morning. I hope you enjoyed walking with me, from years ago. This one got a bit long, others will be shorter. Have a fabulous weekend everyone and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

©2023 Steve McLeod.