Shadows fell around Casey Morgan’s ranch house. She did not notice them, however, because she did not see with her eyes. She was blind. She lost her sight in a car accident two years before.
Gunther barked loudly, alerting Casey that something was afoot. She automatically reached for her cell phone and punched the first button. It went to her neighbor’s house. He answered immediately.
“What’s up Case? Is everything okay?”
“I don’t know,” the pretty blonde admitted. “Gunther won’t stop barking.”
“Yeah, I hear him in the background. I’ll be right over,” Tim noted as he hung up the phone. Grabbing his police firearm and sliding the shield on his belt, he went out the garage side door. As he pressed his back-up alarm, he made his way around to the back of Casey’s home. It was the natural place for a burglar to enter.
There he was; a tall, heavyset man. He’d just pried open the guest bedroom window. Tim thought it odd he knew exactly where to go.
“Stop, police!” Tim’s shout frightened the man who had begun to crawl through the window. It gave Tim the time he needed to come up behind him. He placed his gun in the hollow of the man’s back.
“Don’t move. I will shoot if I have to. Do you have a gun?” Tim already knew the answer. He could see the pistol holstered at the man’s ankle. He quickly grabbed it.
Sirens wailed as police cruisers entered the neighborhood. Tim’s best friend, Charlie, came around the corner quickly.
“You all right, buddy?” His face was full of worry.
“I’m fine but this guy,” Tim said as he yanked the man down from the window, “has some explaining to do.” Looking at the man, Tim saw that he wasn’t frightened.
“What are you doing here? What is that you want?”
The man just smiled. Tim found that raised his anger.
Charlie pulled the man’s hands behind him and slapped on the handcuffs. “That was the wrong answer, buddy. You just tried to break and enter into the wrong house too.”
The man lowered his head to avoid prying eyes. “I want a lawyer,” he insisted. “I ain’t saying nothin’ without one.”
“He’s been coached well,” Charlie said as he gazed at Tim. “You better go make sure Casey’s all right.”
Tim nodded. “Let me know what you find out, will you?”
“You got it,” Charlie nodded. “I’m betting we can get this little birdie to talk. I doubt he wants a jury to know he tried to break into the home of a blind lady – with a gun, nonetheless.”
The prisoner grunted. Charlie gave him a shove in the direction of the police cruiser.
Tim knocked on Casey’s back door. “Case, let me in. We got the culprit,” he shouted. He listened as his friend made her way to the door. She opened the three locks that secured it and swung the door open.
“Oh, thank you, Tim. I was scared half to death.”
Tim walked in and helped guide Casey back to the couch. “Any idea what the man might have wanted?”
“He was probably just a burglar,” she sighed.
“I don’t think so. He didn’t seem surprised when Charlie mentioned you were blind. I sense something else is going on here. Until we find out what it is, do you mind if I crash on your couch?”
Casey smiled. Tim was like a big brother to her. He was always taking care of her; never expecting anything in return.
“I’m fine with that,” she admitted. “Let me get you some blankets.”
“I know where they are,” Tim laughed. “I’ll get them. Charlie’s going to need your statement before you sack out. Can I let him in?”
“Of course,” Casey smiled. “I haven’t seen Charlie since your last barbecue. I’ve missed him.”
Tim went to the front door and waved Charlie into the house. “I’ll go get my stuff and lock up my house while you talk to her,” he said to his friend. Charlie nodded.
“Casey, it’s good to see you,” the fat Irishman said as he placed his arms around the young woman. “I just wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.”
“Me too,” Casey grinned. “But I’ll take what I can get. Tim said you had some questions.”
“I do. Tell me what alerted you to the burglar.”
“Gunther started barking. It was his worried bark. It’s different from his other sounds. I knew something was up so I called Tim.”
“Good for you. Do you remember anything else?”
“No, I didn’t hear anything myself. The person was awfully quiet about it. I sense he or she knew what they were doing.”
“Probably,” Charlie whistled. “Well thanks, Casey. We’ll let you know what we find out from the guy.”
“Thanks, Charlie,” the blonde said as she lowered herself into a dining room chair. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“I won’t. Just tell Tim it’s time for another barbecue.”
Casey laughed and listened as Charlie exited and Tim came back into the house. Before long, all was quiet once again as everyone settled down. The night progressed without further incident.
Tim woke early and found Casey already making breakfast. “You didn’t have to do that,” he stated.
“It’s the least I could do for my hero,” Casey smiled. “You want coffee with your bacon and eggs?”
“That would be great, Case,” Tim admitted. “Let me just go take a shower.”
Within minutes, he was back, his uniform on and his body smelling sweet from the fruit-scented body wash Casey used.
“That was quick,” Casey grinned. “Did you wash behind your ears?”
Tim let loose of a belly laugh that filled the small kitchen. “You sound just like my mom,” he teased.
The two friends sat down and enjoyed their meal. Then Tim rose to leave. It was time for his shift.
“Keep your doors locked as a precaution,” he advised. Bending down, he looked at Casey’s German Shepard. He was always by her side.
“Watch out for her buddy,” he said as he patted the dog’s head.
As if the dog understood, Gunther let out a bark. He licked the back of Tim’s hand as he rose to leave.
Tim’s partner, Jason, honked the horn as he pulled up in front of Tim’s house. “I’ll see you later,” the handsome cop whispered as he hurried at the door.
“You still telling me the two of you don’t have something going on?” Jason raised an eyebrow as Tim entered the vehicle. “If you want me to believe that, then don’t get caught coming out of her house at 7:00 in the morning.”
“Casey had a break-in last night,” Tim explained. “We caught the guy but I wanted to stay over just in case.”
“Just in case what?” Jason’s curiosity was peaked.
“My gut says it was more than a break-in,” Tim finished. “The guy had a gun.”
“Burglars do often carry weapons,” Jason stated as he pulled away from the curb.
“I know but I sense it was more. Let’s get to work. I want to see what they got out of the guy.”
The two friends remained quiet for the rest of the drive. Tim jumped out of the cruiser as soon as they arrived at the police station. He hurried in to the interrogation room. There was no one there. Rushing to Charlie’s desk, he sought out his friend
“What did you find out?”
“The guy wouldn’t talk at first. We were at him all night long,” Charlie shared. “We finally broke him a few minutes ago. Tim you aren’t going to like this.”
Tim stared at his friend with worry. “Like what, Charlie?”
“He said someone hired him to kill Casey. He claims not to know who it was. The person wired half the money to him ahead of time. They promised the other half after completion. They were paying him good money too — $100,000. I have to ask. What does Casey know that’s worth that kind of money? Someone clearly wants her to stay quiet about something.”
“I don’t know,” Tim admitted, his head reeling. “But I’m sure as heck going to find out.”
Stayed tuned for more.