Infra Red Laser Scope Light

 

Jamie told me tonight, that last night she and Daniel Capiro were driving home and she saw a red light flicker across the dash board.  About five minutes later, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it again, but just assumed they were passing something that was reflecting red.  The third time, Daniel Capiro asked Jamie if she saw the red light flicker on the dash board.

 

Looking around they could see nothing that would cause the red light, so they both stared intently at the dash for another five minutes or so and then they saw the light, moving erratically and then fixed, a single pinpoint of light.  Jamie wasn’t driving and spun around to see an older man, with a beard and glasses, driving a dark expensive sedan, “like a Lincoln” who was smirking at her.

 

Immediately she ducked and stayed down while she told Daniel Capiro to floor it.  She said they thought better of it and decided to pull over and see if he would pass them so they could get his tag number, but he must have turned after they took off, because he never did pass where they had pulled off.  If the car had been driven by youngsters I would have thought it to be a pointer pen light gag, but an older person in an expensive car could better afford an infrared scope.

 

I told her to be extra careful but not paranoid, because I would most likely be next in line.   I explained to her that if someone is trying to upset her they could easily push her into hurting herself, as in trying to escape on a dark road at night, and not put themselves in any danger.  There’s no law against having a pen light in your pocket.  I urged her to keep her wits about her.   As long as I’m breathing she would be a risk, not worth taking.  I did tell her if anything happens to me to get out of town.

 

As for Richard Dery, I don’t know quite what to make of that.  Gary (everyone calls him Crazy Gary) was telling me tonight about some silly listening device he’s working on made from a batman toy and a salad dish whereby he insists I could stand at food prep and count the breaths the lion takes across the lake.  I may ask to borrow the thing and see if Dad can set up somewhere in the yard to effectively listen in to Dery and I if he insists on dragging me out into the middle of the parking lot to talk.

 

When Richard Dery left us he went to work for Don’s ex-girlfriend Pamela Enriquez, who boasts of being a witch.  I have never trusted him due to his close association with her.  Even Crazy Gary I don’t trust (not just because he looks like Don) but because he has been here every day since the week Don left and he’s always saying stuff that sounds like he knows more than what he pretends.  This listening thing for instance:  How did he know I would have any use in such a thing?

 

A few weeks ago he was telling me about these infra red scopes and silencers so quiet that he says you could kill somebody in an elevator full of people and no one would know until the crowd disbursed and the body fell.  I vacillate between thinking he’s very ingenious and very weird.  He’ll go from talking about all of his own little house cats and their favorite pastimes and launch into an excited explanation of the theory of relativity and converting atoms into who knows what, complete with diagrams on the food prep chalk board to constructing models out of chicken pieces.  I asked Jamie if there was any way the man who they saw that night could have been Crazy Gary in disguise but she was sure it wasn’t.

 

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