Tuesday, March 19, 2013

I Can Remember, Faintly


HEAT

Chapter  10 - Part 1

Fill was seated at a small table in a small fishing shack just off the coast of Pine Island. Fill had kayaked here based on directions he had received in an e-mail from the FBI tech. It was early afternoon and overcast - muggy and no wind. Fill was soaked with perspiration.

The FBI tech sat opposite Fill and asked Fill if he was ready - Fill indicated he simply wasn't sure - he didn't believe in it - but that said, what was there to lose. The tech nodded his head - exactly.

Fill asked the tech - well what do we do - you swing a pocket watch in front of my eyes and tell me I'm getting very sleepy. Well we need to relax you for sure but let me ask you a few questions first. 

Have you ever been hospitalized. Fill described his ordeal as a young child and his fall. Had Fill ever been anesthetized - yes at age 21 for the removal of a cyst.

Good - OK - come with me - Fill followed the tech out onto the deck around the fish house - Fill was told to lean slightly against the rail and stare into the water. Fill gingerly approached the rail and started to lean against it and it started to give - Fill tried jump back but could not and as he experienced the sensation of falling he fainted.

The tech grabbed him and the two other men who had been waiting for this helped the tech to prevent Fill from free-falling and got him back inside and seated at the table.

Can you hear me Fill - yes - black dots in front of Fills eyes - he was feeling nauseous - the tech knew he had only 30 - 45 seconds to work with.

Fill - I need to talk to your friend - the one who is with you - in there. 

Fill heard this as in a dream and then the tech heard Fill say 'pen' - 'paper' - Fill was quickly provided with a pad of paper and a pen. 

What is it the tech asked.

Fill grabbed the pen - and scratched something on the pad.

Who are you the tech asked.

Fill scratched on the pad.

What is going on the tech asked.

Fill again, scratched on the pad.

All of a sudden the wind picked up and the sky started to turn almost purple - a cascading line of lightning bolts flashed across the horizon. Fill was coming around now and was vomiting on the table. The tech and his aides tried to help Fill as best they could.

Beneath them, in Pine Island Sound, Lou had almost collected himself - 2 days at the most and he would be ready to make the move. 

Only 2 things could stop him - and they would need to be apart - one was above him in the fishing shack - the other was in a cottage in Matlacha, barking at the sudden change in weather. 

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