going back to prison for good. Anyway, I’ll secure a key, photo, and everything else, just like before, so he’s good to go,” Mr. Savard relayed, confident that he had his directions straight.
“That’s right and Felix what do you need to do?”
“I need to hook up with your stepmother and screw her to death,” he said, laughing. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist that one. Guarantee you though that she’d go out with a smile on her face.”
“If it were only that easy, I would have done that myself,” Jeremy said.
All three enjoyed a good laugh, finding the image of such a conclusion to all their hard work rather funny.
“Okay, okay, what do I need to do this week? Okay, I’m going to contact Ms. Davis through her realty company, and let her know I’m representing this little corporation that’s interested in the section out by the base. I think I’m free to schmooze her as I see fit, right?” he said, questioning the direction he was going.
Jeremy nodded his approval.
“Good, then I hook up with the hot librarian and your mom for a menage, phone you to collect my money and life is good. Guess that’s about it,” Felix said, turning his palms up in a sign of completion.
“Felix, you ever think about anything but women?” Iggy asked.
Felix looked up thinking, “Uh, no.”
Jeremy was finally able to get Felix back on topic, and once convinced he understood the plan as well as he and Ignatius, they concluded their meeting with no intention of ever meeting again. Any further contact or correspondence would be done through the online sources, and under new user names, which they would need to create. Jeremy had gone to the trouble of assigning the names, logins and the other information his conspirators would need to complete the online task and prepare for the next round of communications, as needed.
The three agreed that their plans should move ahead as previously discussed and each went their separate way. Iggy to work, Jeremy back to Washington D.C. and Felix Unger — his parents, being fans of the popular television show, could not think of a more appropriate name — was excited about his prospects at Caroline's Bed and Breakfast, so off he drove.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Blanche had a hard time focusing on anything related to the library Friday morning. Her thought drifted and meandered between her impending date with Seymour and the quasi date, hastily arranged, with Jasper for the following evening, or was it a date with Jasper and Rufus, she wasn't quite sure. Thankfully, the decisions on this particular morning, or any morning for that matter, did not dictate life or death, just the ability to find a book, when shelved out of place, or a late fee charged to the wrong account. The librarian had just managed to complete her morning’s work when Marcus wandered through the main foyer on his way to the second floor.
“You’re looking lovely, as per usual, Blanche,” he said, giving her a friendly smile.
“Why thank you my good man,” she retorted, with an English accent.
He could see from her evident glow and demeanor that something was up. “So what’s the deal?”
“What do you mean, what’s the deal? I’m just working my little keister off trying to keep this place in tip top shape,” again with the accent.
“Oh, I think there’s more to it than that. You seem, I don’t know, kinda bubbly,” he said, for lack of a better word.
“Is that a compliment, or bubbly, as in bubble headed beach blonde?” she jokingly replied.
“Both,” he laughed. “No really, you got something going on today?”
“Am I really that easy to read. After all you’ve only known me a short while?”
“I don’t know, you do kinda wear your emotions on your sleeve. But that’s not a bad thing,” he said, as an afterthought.
“If you must know, I have a date tonight that I’m really looking forward to. I can’t remember the last time I was this excited about a date.”
“Can I ask who with? Do I know him?”
“I think you know him alright, but you must promise me that you won't say anything to Mrs. Anderson, she will likely frown on me dating a coworker,” Blanche said more quietly, looking to make sure they could not be overheard.
“For goodness sake Blanche, don’t tell me you’re going out with Jared, he’s still in high school. Ester will have a conniption and what will his parents say?” he carried on, not giving Blanche a chance to stop him, even though he could see her waving her arms in an attempt to slow him down. “I’ve seen him ogling you and I should have put a stop to it right from the start, but I never dreamed you would agree to dating him. Doesn’t sound like a very good idea to me, nope, no siree,” he finally stopped.
“Marcus, I’m not that stupid. It’s not Jared, it’s Seymour,” she whispered.
“Oh, oh, that’s better. Ain’t he still a little young for you?” he questioned. “Now you just tell me if I'm overstepping my bounds.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind you being interested, and after all you are sort of my adopted father, apparently. I have been a bit hesitant to encourage Seymour, but he’s just so sweet and I think he likes me for me, and not the other,” she said, looking down at her protruding chest. “Actually looks me in the eyes when we talk, I kind of like that.”
“He’s one hell of a lucky guy, either way, and he’s a good boy to boot.” He reached for Blanche, giving her a hug, and patted her gently on the back.
“Thanks Marcus, your approval is important to me for some crazy reason.”
They chatted about a number of things before Blanche asked, “So what are you up to this morning?”
“I’ve got to check all the safety issues throughout the library today. County safety inspectors are coming the middle of next week. You know, to certify the fire extinguishers, make sure we have the proper signs, that kind of stuff. Has to be done every year so I just double check everything before they show up,” he explained.
“Well, don’t let me hold you up any longer, get to work and I’ll do the same,” she said, returning to her desk.
The attractive young librarian would have been less excited about her day had she known that at the same moment she was discussing her date that two men, Marcus would have been much less approving of, were thinking of Blanche in much more lewd ways.
Lester sat at his plywood desk, his feet pushed against the edge, the chair tipped back on two legs, as he lustfully turned the pages of his newly pilfered book. The thoughts of a naughty librarian stirring his imagination, he looked up from the book long enough to refresh his memory, by looking at the pictures of Blanche pinned to the wall. “Oh yeah babe, won’t be long and you’ll have a real man. The Lester Train is on the tracks and headed your way,” he said, returning his attention to the book before him.
Felix pulled his black Lincoln Town car into the lone parking spot behind Caroline’s and exited the vehicle, a single bag in his hand. He entered through the rear door, off of the kitchen; scarcely making a sound, but no one appeared to be home. Setting the bag at the bottom of the stairs, he hollered, “Anybody here, Caroline you around?”
“Quit yer yelling, I’m a comin', I’m a comin',” Caroline said, scooting down the upper hallway where she’d been doing some cleaning.
“Ms. Carmichael, pleasure to see you again,” he said, turning on the charm.
“Well, I never expected to see your handsome face here this morning,” she said, walking down the stairs and extending her hand.
“Got some work to finish up here in Valdosta over the next couple days and missed your home cooking so much, thought I’d see if you could give me a room.”
“Oh I think I can arrange something fer ya. How long will you be staying and do you want the main floor or the second?” she asked.
“I’m not sure how long, maybe up to a week. Is that librarian still staying here? You know, the good lookin’
