Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 93

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 93

…First comes the bright flash – then a loud crack and explosive boom…

Off in the distance he can hear and feel a low rumbling, like a passing locomotive or … thunder… in winter, can it be?

He knows that he is supposed to lure Sister Mary from the Holy shield of the Tolentine multi-level interconnected roofs, so he suggests, “It’s such a pleasant day, can we catch a bit of fresh air?”

“Why certainly, Mr. Spencer, you lead the way.”

He strolls out from under the entrance overhang and close to a courtyard filled with statues, crosses and stone tablets. “Let’s go down the drive and back,” he passes the car that brought him here. It is empty. He keeps an eye out for any excuse to make the planned nun-elimination go away.

Dark clouds have been forming on the quarter mile walk down to the street, they are ominous and rolling. The warmish winds are freshening to a formidable gale, blowing Daniel’s fedora out into a nearby open slushy snow-laden field. Running out to fetch it, he catches a glimpse of a figure poised behind an arching arborvitae.

They pass by the shrubbery without incident, but Daniels still weaves forth and back, like a drunken pedestrian, to make a clear sightline difficult in expectation of a coming gunshot.

lightning“Are you all right Mr. Spencer?” if she only knew.

Instead of the bang of a gun, the blackened sky opens up to expose a white gaping hole, with a bolt of lightning streaking down from it. First comes the bright flash, and then because of the close proximity, a simultaneously loud crack and explosive boom follows, chards of soil falling back to the ground.

Both the nun and the spy cower in reaction to it. The entire event is over just as quickly and as they look up in the sky, the visage of an angel ascends through the white hole into the heavens, taking the storminess with.

Every hair on their bodies is electrified, standing straight out. Sister Mary is kneeling with arms wide open in praise, Daniels is trying to digest what he just saw. There is a smoking crater where Canisso was lurking and the smell of charred flesh.

“Let’s get back inside, quick,” he urges, not wanting a repeat of what had just happened. Mary Joseph rises from her knees hardly believing that she had seen an Angel from Heaven.

“It is done Lord,” Gabriel reports.

“I am pleased Gabriel.”


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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