The Andre Miller Saga

Andre Miller 59 The Cage

"You want to sue him for what?" said Bobby Dunkirk from the other end of the phone.

"Stalking, harassment, threats of bodily harm, not sure if that last one is a thing but hey." Said Andre.

"You realize that none of it's going to stick, it's just going to cost you money and me time, and in the end accomplishes nothing, right?

"Oh absolutely. I figure it'll cost about $25000, which we still have from the million Linda gave us before her tragic disappearance. But above anything it will cost him time, money, and energy. It will cause him a load of grief and generally a giant pain in the ass when it gets leaked to the press that Mr. Rhinehart, high-powered attorney, is being sued for petty bullshit."

"As your friend, I think this is a damn fun idea, as your lawyer, I must advise against it. It's a frivolous waste of time and money on your part. I realize you have the money; I realize you want to strike at the bastard, but this isn't the way to do it. He's effectively Teflon coated unless we build a rock-solid case against him, which he's not going to say enough for you to do. He's an asshole, but he's not stupid." Said, Bobby.

"OK, then what do you suggest, because I'm about ready to send him a Frankie-O-Gram and see how that shakes out."

"That would also be a horrible idea, minimum it would be conspiracy and assault and battery, maximum it would be premeditated murder. You have to catch him in the act of something, anything, and I'll sue him for the underwear he's wearing."

Andre let out a big sigh, "Damn it Bobby he's been doing harassment for a month since the ice cream shop incident. I want to take the high ground, but everyone is sick of his shit. We've taken to stationing a celestial around Celeste's school to make sure she's safe. He kidnapped her once I would not put it past him to try again."

"I hear your frustration and I agree with it. We've been locked in a shadow war with Houseton, Reba, and Kline for years and I want to end it as much as any of you. There's just nothing legally I can advise you to do. If he makes a play for Celeste, I'll bury him so deep that the next time he sees sunlight will be from an archaeological dig 1000 years from now."

Andre sighed again, "I'm just having a hard time keeping Frankie and the rest in check. I know this isn't the way and I understand what you saying. I'll let you get back to work." He said and broke the line.

"No dice?" asked Caleb.

"No dice." Andre replied, "He's gone unanswered for a month, and everyone is sick of it. The other day Dad threatened to go down there with his shotgun. I was half tempted to join him."

"Let's talk to Kris, maybe she can point us in the right direction with her divinations. Because you're right on both counts, everyone is sick of him and we all want to do something."

They went out to the summoning building where Conroy was doing some minor summoning for the company and Kris was brewing potions.

"Hey Kris, got time for a quick reading? I'm stumped on where to go with this Rhinehart thing."

"Yeah, let me get this last ingredient put in and brewing." She added a small cup load of herbs and then close the top of the brewing machine. "OK, what can I help with."

"Everyone is sick to crap of sitting by and doing nothing while we're being harassed by Rhinehart. I want to strike directly at him, but short of sitting Frankie down across from him at a table I'm out of ideas."

"Although I, for one, vote for the Frankie option," Conroy said from nearby.

"Have you considered launching a direct celestial strike against HRK? Not the people, but the demons. Whack 8 or 12 middling demons and watch him react poorly." Kris said as she pulled a deck of cards out of her bag.