Lay it on the Line : The Good Samaritan book two

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CHAPTER 27

Six months later

It was a bright and steamy Louisiana summer day. An old white exterminator truck pulled up slowly to the large home in a small rich suburb housing part of town. The messy haired JJ got out and placed an old worn out Ford hat on his head before walking to the back of the truck. Upon arrival, he began to dig through the tool box that was attached to the back of the pick up. JJ sighed in frustration when he couldn't find what he was looking for, so he turned his hat backwards, and rolled up his gray overalls' sleeve up.

The back of the old truck was filled with chemicals, traps and other tools needed for pest control. It was also filled with mechanic's tools and a few welding tools. Since the ratty ole' white chipped paint truck was his work truck. JJ was an exterminator, but he did do handy work for people from time to time. The Cajun also dabbled in fixing vehicles, he learned from his uncle growing up. The sides of it had "Simoenaux's Pest & Mechanics" written along the doors in faded Black letters. It also had a picture of a truck running over different pest-like roaches, rats, and spiders in a comical way. It was sun bleached and faded, but you could still make out clearly what it contained.

The male found the brown sack and the gloves he needed. "Finally. It's like searching for the Ark of the Covenant back here." he complained to himself. JJ then closed the tool box and proceeded to walk to the nice brick home. It looked as if it was out of one of those 'Home and Garden' magazines. It was a large brick home with the shrubs nicely trimmed along the front of the house. A couple birds bathed in the bird bath, as the wind chimes rippled in the slight breeze. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hysterical blonde woman comes running out her house almost losing a shoe as she ran over towards his direction.

"Oh thank God, Johnny, you finally got here. I've been waiting all day." The stepford wife yelled as she ran up to him. The woman put on the dramatics by placing her hand on her heart and breathed deep while she looked up at him. Johnny stood about a little over six feet tall and has a small muscular build so naturally he stood over her. He thought to himself as she was still 'trying' to catch her breath

'One would think with the dramatic act of running and flinging her arms everywhere that her hair would look like a hot mess, yet not a strand out of place, but then again she had on so much hairspray she could make some 80's hair bands jealous' JJ laughed to himself. The Cajun put up a hand to scratch his goatee while trying not to get annoyed with her.

Once the dramatics were over, she reached out and clung to Johnny's arm in a pleading manner. He stroked her ego by patting her hand gently. "Now Mrs. Arceneaux, just take a few deep breaths and calm down. You know good ole' JJ here" pointing to himself "will take care of your 'rat' problem." With gloves and a bag in one hand, and the other leading Mrs. Arceneaux to her front door, JJ was trying his best not to cringe. JJ was trying his best to not become upset over her overreaction or her heels would make that annoying screeching noise on her perfectly clean driveway.

"Calm down!? There is a huge rat in my house! It is squeaking and looking at me!" she screamed as she pointed to the front door of her home.

"Oh no, we can't have that." JJ smiled and spoke in a sarcastic tone giving a little chuckle, but the woman however was not laughing. She didn't catch on to his sarcasm ether.

"No we can't, now please Johnny, PLEASE!" she ran her manicured nails down her face digging into her cheeks.

"Ok! ok! Don't go all poltergeist and start ripping your face off now." he lifted his brow with a little smirk. "I can handle pest, but ghosts, better call the ghostbusters." The Cajun chuckled again as he walked into her house. He glanced back to see if she was going to follow, but instead saw a look of confusion on her face. The woman snapped out of her daze and cried out to JJ.