I see him nod and watch him carry Guy out of the back lot and towards my vehicle. Back inside it's a simple matter of dumping fuel around and on bodies and taking a burner cell phone from now deceased former Captain Miller. I recognize the smell of homemade napalm; it's simple and will burn for a good long while. Spreading it around is easy and I'm sure to not get any on me as I walk the container to the middle of the top floor and after placing a rag in the spout and lighting it I exit the building in haste. There is a good pop from the container bursting but other than that the fire itself spreads easily. I find my car where I left it with Mitch leaning against the passenger side of my car.
"Identification," I tell him as I holster my pistol and knife.
I watch him as he hands me his driver's license and I note the address on it before handing it back. He looks at me confused and I figure I'll need to explain.
"You weren't here, you were out getting groceries, you were at a bar, you were on the other side of the planet. You never saw a man like me, you never saw the boy in the back, you will be paid for not being here and you will be paid for not seeing us. If you were here and you did see us I will find you and burn your house down around you, do we understand each other," I ask in a cold tone.
"I get you, I don't want to see you again either," Mitch says to me before I have to stop him from leaving.
"Payment will be in the mail in a week," I told him before letting go.
I'm back in my car and down the road a good distance before getting out and making some adjustments. First comes the body armor, weapons are stowed along with a harness; I change back into my polo shirt and put the turtleneck away. Finally I put the license plates back on, it's a small thing for some but big when Mitch is a cop and could have noted the numbers for later. When all of that is done I check on Guy a little more thoroughly. He's still disoriented and barely conscious but he's unharmed. I leave him lying down in the back seat on our way back and once in the driveway I calmly step out of the car and carry him up to the door in my arms kicking it with my feet to knock. Katy is the one who answers the door and as she sees me with Guy in my arms she starts to panic and ask questions.
"Holy shit Dad what the hell happened to Guy," Katy asks as I step inside past her.
"He is fine, Katy I need you to call Imelda and the two of you need to head back down to the store," I tell them which one as I'm heading towards Guy's bedroom," and pick up his bike along with the groceries."
"Neal what is going on," I hear Jean ask as I pass the dining room.
"Jean, Guy is going to need a lot of fluids and probably a hot bath in an hour or so," I tell her not stopping as I open the door to my son's room.
I got him set down and now I have women, several upset women asking me a million questions. Not a million different questions, just the same questions over and over in different wordings.
"STOP TALKING," I have to raise my voice but all of them quiet," Now I need you to get on the phone Katy and call Imelda, Jean I need you and Gwen to get the bath ready for Guy so he can relax as peacefully and delicately as possible."
"Why does he need to relax," Loretta asks concerned.
"Because he's been drugged, now would everyone please get help and stop talking," I state, stepping past the assembled six women and back out to the car.
I grab my bag from the passenger seat where I left it and bring it back to the house. I leave it in the gym for now and take a shower with lye soap. Lye is good for getting pretty much the world off your skin and now I need it. I'm emotionally fine, that's what is going to disturb everyone the most and I figure I'll need to sit them all down and explain the basics of what happened tonight. I was actually parking at the store when I saw it happen, Jean texted me with something special she wanted for Guy. I forgot to grab it but considering I would have lost the people grabbing my son or had to explain a passed out boy in the back seat I figured ice cream can wait. I exit the shower and change into the sweat pants and t-shirt I grabbed and as I'm trying to put them away in the laundry room I find myself being flanked by the wives, ex and current.
"Neal you need to talk to us about what we're seeing, Guy is messed up and the girls need to get his bike. You're showering in the evening which never happens. You have a bag that I don't recognize and now it's in the locked gym," Jean is a little tense as she's speaking while I load my clothes into the wash," Neal what happened?"
"There was a problem, I took care of the problem, Guy is home safe," I tell the two of them in a calm tone.
"What problem could my son, OUR son, be drugged and generally messed up like this," Loretta asks, getting angry.
"Loretta, don't ask me to tell you, same for you Jean," I tell them, continuing to hold onto my calm.
"Why shouldn't we know," Jean asks and bow my head.
"Because then I'd tell you, I'd tell you everything. When I was done telling you everything I'd be packed and out the door in fifteen minutes. I'd be gone in an hour and out of the country in less than twelve. I'd do this not because I don't love you but because I'd have to so that all of my family would be protected," I tell them and watch as Loretta's face takes a slightly horrified look while Jean's is more understanding.
"Are they coming back for him," Jean asks, being the first one to speak.
"No, but I need money, a couple grand mailed to a decent man," I tell them and Loretta takes down the details.
I watch Loretta leave the laundry room leaving Jean and I to stand in the quiet. She moves me away from the washer and adds more clothes before starting the machine. I can tell she's processing everything and while there aren't a lot of details what she does have are a bit staggering. I don't let people push me around but when my 5'9" wife with her more than ample motherly features presses me against the dryer and kisses me harder now then we've had in a few years I take a moment to adjust before wrapping my arms around her. It's a deep kiss and finally she breaks from me and I see her smile.
"You are a good father and a good man, now if I ever see you try to put bleach in my white load again I will make you sleep on the couch," Jean tells me before exiting the laundry room.
At some point all of my son's fiancés make their way over to my house and it's Katy who stops the million questions from starting again as I sit in my chair and eat dinner while watching ESPN. Imelda comes back into the room and sits down with myself and Matty as we've been watching.
"Imelda dear, would you call some of that family of yours and let them know that June will be in contact with them about a location for that boy down there who's been financing the assault into my son's personal life," I ask, not looking away from the television.
"I can sir, is everything alright," She asks and I nod," How are you going to find Romeo?"
"They were smart with the burner phones but I figure if I hand the one I found this evening to that boy Jun he'll be able to get some sort of location off of it," I tell them as I flip to the news.
"Breaking news now, a derelict office building in the downtown area is engulfed in flames. Local fire officials are on scene now and have contained the blaze however they are having trouble putting the flames out," A female newscaster is reporting and while I look only slightly interested the two girls in the room are watching intently.
Everyone eats some form of dinner and my son's fiancés take turns with him over the hours with his soak in salts and generally keep him from being too hot or cold. At one point I have Elizabeth, who has Jun on the phone, use her computer to find out the basics of the information on the phone before he says it's good and I promptly pull the battery and destroy the device. I'm told it will take time before we have anything concrete but I'm not a technophile like the kids but Jun's backed up my son on enough occasions that they'll run with whatever he finds and finish this out. I've been out of action for seven years now, granted I've been retired from the service for almost a decade but I've not had to dust off the skills since Jean's ex came running around with intentions that I didn't like. That's a story for another time.
As the evening winds on Guy's bath goes as well as it can be expected with a hundred and seventy pounds of flesh that can barely move and thinks the pretty ladies are well, pretty. They get him settled down and I figure tomorrow will be a hard day for my son but he'll pull through. I settle into bed alone as Jean is up and working on something on the other end of the house. She's not upset by my stern tone earlier and when I had to give them vague details about what happened she was the one who backed me, mental note get her roses. I'm almost asleep in my boxer shorts when Jean comes into the room waking me with her presence. I'm groggy and looking to roll over and cuddle my wife but as soon as I'm on my back a pair of lips are on mine. It's nice to get a soft kiss goodnight but this isn't it, usually when she kisses me like this it's because we're taking a weekend for ourselves at a cabin so Jean can scream her lungs out. When she does break our kiss it's to move down my body quickly and it's a matter of seconds till she engulfs me with her mouth after pulling me out of my boxer shorts. I have no clue what got into my wife or why this is coming around but if she wants to risk the kids hearing us, we've heard them before, then hell with her rules. Normally a blowjob from Jean is a slow and steady process, tonight she is on fire and making damn sure I get fully erect before pulling her mouth off of me. I don't really have time to move or adjust as she takes position mounting the erection she worked at producing and with almost no effort slams her hips down onto me. I can finally see that she's got on a simple black slip and nothing else. To describe my wife as full figured would be like describing a sun as warm, she is ample all around and cuddling her is well worth the price of admission. Loretta when we were married was never one to have a lot of curves but Jean's deep brunette hair is cascading down around her breasts and as I'm watching her confused, enjoying the hell out of my situation, but confused she smiles.
"Better let you have the full show huh," Jean says smiling before letting the straps on the slip fall.