The Andre Miller Saga

Andre Miller 76 The Lock

Kris called Andre 4 days before they were due to be home, "So, Frankie and Kyle just about got arrested."

"What the hell happened?" asked Andre with concern in his voice.

"We were doing a walking tour of St. Thomas; everything was fine. Kyle spotted a couple of roughs beating up a couple of tourists, So, he and Frankie peeled off to help. The rest of us stayed with the group. You know those two. They started to beat the breaks off the muggers and while they were fighting the tourists ran and got the cops. The cops mistook Kyle and Frankie as the thugs, as they were the ones giving the beatings. They tazed them, Kyle went down, and Frankie just stood there and put his hands up. They presented their papers, the other tourists explained everything and they were released, but they've been confined to the ship for the remainder of the St. Thomas visit."

"Oh, for the sake of the saints. I assume both of them are fine." Said Andre.

"Yeah, Frankie dislocated one guy's jaw and Kyle straight up knocked out the other one. Frankie feels really bad, he didn't mean to hit the dude that hard, but he's so strong now that even a love tap is a pile of bricks. How are things back there." She asked.

"Dad had a fall yesterday and gave himself a hairline fracture of his eye socket. He's fine, just grumpy from the pain. We got a magical bomb from Jay big enough to take out the house. We had to call Birmingham MPD to disarm it."

"Oh, hells. Are you two all right?" she asked with worry in her voice.

"We're fine, just pissed off about finding a bomb on the porch. Not like it's the first time, but it's always enough to ruin your day."

"Do you need us to fly home a couple of days early? We can catch a flight out of here in a couple of hours."

"No. You guys finish up the rest of the vacation. We want lots of pictures of everything." He spoke.

"Tell her to bring me back one of those Tiki mugs." Said Conroy.

"Dad says he wants one of the Tiki mugs," Andre said with a laugh.

"I think we can manage that. Frankie looks like a Roman god from all the tanning he's been doing, he's almost a metallic bronze at this point. Everybody else has been suffering from various forms of sunburn even with sunscreen."

"Well use more and try and enjoy the rest of the trip, we'll see you in a few days."

"Sounds good. Be safe." She said and then broke the line.

He dropped the phone in his pocket and sat down at the kitchen table.

"No interrogations today?" asked Conroy.

"No, Fontaine got a week of confinement for breaking the arm of a guard who got out of line. She's getting more volatile as time goes on. They may have to start medicating her soon if she doesn't get it together. I think the fact that I don't feel anything from all of her life events is messing with her. She was expecting me to feel bad or empathize with her, and it's just not happening." Replied Andre.

"Hmm, she doesn't deserve pity or sympathy, she's a monster as much as any demon is. She just doesn't have the horns yet." Conroy said with a huff, "Are we any closer to the Jay person?"

"They raided the last known location of the accomplices, no connections to Jay were found but Becker said they found a few leads that might let them trace down the last accomplice Deacon Wilson, the marksman. Hopefully, if they can find him, they can get a link to finding Jay, plus we'll be going after Hrungathar after everyone else gets back. I think the elemental is our best chance at finding Jay honestly."

"On a different topic, have you noticed little things out of place around here? A cupboard was half open, and some stuff on the counter was out of place, one of the moppet's dolls was in the hallway earlier today. I think we might have picked up a spirit of some kind, not a dangerous one, but a mischievous or curious one." Said Conroy.