covert geyser
My mom worked as a public defender in my town for almost 11 years. Two years ago, she decided to leave and start her own firm and cover civil cases such as divorces and custody agreements. Soon, a loan from my aunt bought a small house in my town where she wanted to start her firm as an office. It was a relatively nice building, and it used to be a Parishioner’s home, as it was right down the street from a church. The other houses around the office were nice, for the most part. There was one house in front of the office that was ugly and old. Its paint and wood were chipping, and the broken windows had quilts covering them. There was always a shabby silver Chevy in the driveway. It occasionally left, but I never saw it do so. Sometimes an alarm protecting the office would go off. We never cared, because we didn’t see any damage. Other than that, the house was quiet for months until eventually there was an incident. One night, my mom was working alone late at night. She was straightening up things in her paralegal’s office, which faces the front yard of the office, when she sees a man in an orange jacket rooting around in her trash can. She quietly goes to her office in the back and calls the police. They inspected the trash can and ended up finding two pounds of Cocaine and a loaded pistol. They tracked the guy for weeks, until they eventually found him in custody. He had been arrested for a DUI charge a week later. They interrogated him and he spilled lots of information. The ugly house in front of my mom’s office turned out to be an active drug den with over ten people currently staying there. The man in the orange jacket was one of them. They had been planning to rob my mom’s office for money to buy more drugs. At the time, she hadn’t set up an office bank account, so there was almost $100,000 in cash and checks just sitting in the office. The scariest thing is also probably the smallest: the man in the orange jacket never explained what the pistol was for.
fallen fable
vital pawn