Deadly Stillwater

Carrie Flanagan indeed looked fine, at least physically. It would be the mental part that would be the problem. No doubt she’d have nightmares for awhile. Two days in the coffin – the term she used for it – would do that. She was already talking about the need for counseling as if she was looking forward to it, ready to put the whole thing behind her. After half an hour, she started to look tired, so everyone began to file out. She asked Mac to stay behind.

“I told Shannon you’d be coming,” Carrie said.

Mac just nodded.

“I told her you and the boys would never give up. You’d keep looking until you found us, that you would do anything to find us.”

“That’s right.”

“And you did.”

“We all did.”

“Will there be trouble? I heard something about the FBI guy.”

That’s nothing for you to worry about, honey,” Mac said, smiling, and then converting it to an evil grin. “We’ve got the bureau by the short hairs.”

“Thanks,” Carrie said, sitting up to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”

Mac smiled as she lay back down. He pushed her hair away from her eyes. “You get some rest. I’ll come by and see you again tomorrow.”

Carrie nodded and rested her head back on her pillow.

Mac grabbed his cane and limped out of the room to find the whole crew waiting in the hallway. “So, what’s next?” he asked, a huge grin on his face.

“Is it too early to celebrate?” Lich asked.

“I tell you what it’s too early for!” Riles answered.

“What’s that?”

“Stupid questions,” Riles answered as he smacked Lich in the back of the head. “Is it too early to celebrate? Cripes, what’s a matter with you?”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” Mac exclaimed. “I say we go to the Pub.”

“Who’s buying?” Rock asked.

“Lyman,” Mac answered smiling, putting his arm around Hisle. “You just said anything we need right?”

“That’s right.”

“Well right now, my friend, I need a bloody mary.”