Forever Mastadon ~ Episode 211
…The founder and collective soul of Constance Caraway Investigation is calling the number that Agent Daniels left with her…
The one wildcard in this latest scheme to chase Satan back into his fiery hole continues to be his former deputy-devil-turned-Libbyite Cephus/ Agent Daniels. If Constance Caraway is a prickly thorn in the devil’s foot, this uncovered CIA mole would be a spear, prowling, lurking, and seeking to pierce without warning.
Pentateuch absolutely despises the very type of individual that he is himself: silent, devious, ruthless.
Cephus may be watching and Pentateuch would not know it.
He hates being unawares. —
— Even government operatives get vacation time and Agent Daniels has slipped off to Jamaica for some well-deserved rest, after he had confirmed that the inspectors of the Blue Ridge Angel were nothing more than phony-baloney nondescript, albeit willing government saboteurs.
“Jesse James,” the telephone speaks in his open-air room at the Silver Seas Resort.
“Wow, a real name to go with a real voice!” The founder and collective soul of Constance Caraway Investigation is calling the number that he left with her, just in case.
“Get out of here you pesky critter!”
“Excuse me,” she is surprised by the apparent rebuke.
“Sorry Constance, I wasn’t talking at you. I have a couple of House Geckos who insist on darting around whenever I’m about to use the shower; they seem to prefer domestic water over island water. Too bad they have no natural predators to worry about. I may need to toss them into the Caribbean.” He means business, but eschews real killing. “What has our two-legged lizard been up to?”
“Well, that’s just it, we have come upon some new information and in addition, Graham is returning to Chicago on the 28th for a baseball stadium meeting. I’m thinking that Penty has caught wind of this… you do remember what happened last month?”
“What information are we talking about?”
“It seems that Ace & I have acquired detailed, ancient instructions on how to put this sneaky bastard in his place. I happen to think that you may be the man who can carry out those instructions.”
No audible response – he had been enjoying himself for the first time in xx years.
“And there will be a little extra in your paycheck next month.” P.I.s will tell little-white-lies to get results.
“If you have either the authority to A: give me a raise or B: put Pentateuch out of business, I will be impressed,” he cannot resist the chance to deal a setback to his longtime notable nemesis. “I’ve got a few days left before I have to get back to work.”
“Can you read any ancient languages?”
“Latin – Hebrew – Greek – Aramaic…”
“Yeah, the last one… wait ‘til you see what fell into our laps on our spring vacation.”
“That is the dominant language of 1st Century A.D. you know, Jesus-speak, but not too common these days.”
He will soon be reaching back into history to help reconstitute a divine formula for demonic eradication.
CONSTANCE CARAWAY P.I.