So Much for Sworn Oaths of Office & 011 The First 48 Hours: Part III

Good Morning Ted and Jody:

There was an article in the paper this morning about the area’s Blues leaving the individual health insurance market here in Western Washington because of uncertainty. That got me to thinking. The President of the United States is sworn to uphold the Constitution . . .? The executive powers are vested in the President. That means he is to carry out the administration, execution, of the laws. The Affordable Care Act (Obama Care) is a law. The current President says in a tweet to let it crash and burn. The Republicans in both Houses of Congress have sworn a similar oath of office and they have also sworn to abolish and replace Obama Care. Now, if I have this right, we have lots of people sworn to uphold the Constitution, which includes the laws passed under it, doing everything in their power to create uncertainty with the existing law and interfere with that existing law which is a law of the land they are sworn to uphold. In essence, they have turned things on their head. We no longer are a government of laws. We have a government of men and their likes and dislikes regardless of what the existing law is. The law is not a Chinese menu from which to pick and choose. Nonetheless, a majority of our Federal Elected Officials choose to treat laws as a Chinese menu. To quote our tweeter in chief, “Sad.”

On a less serious note, these same office holders have been bleating about wanting a small leaner government. If they all resigned, we would have a smaller leaner government.

Warmest regards. Ed

011 The First 48 Hours: Part III

Fiction in 1228 words by T. Edward Westen, 2017

Sheriff Gilbertson had gone up the staircase three times to where Norma Rae’s body lay. Each time he shook his head and muttered something under his breath about not being able to call in the state. Each time he also took a different person with him. A man with a camera the first time. The Sheriff came down first. After the man with the camera came down the stairs, the Sheriff took a man with a black bag up the stairs. Again the Sheriff came down first, but the man with the bag did not take long and had a long drawn face when he descended and shook his head at the Sheriff as he banged the screen door. His third trip up the stairs, the Sheriff took two men, one of whom carried a stretcher. The two men carried Norma Rae’s remains, tightly bundled in cloth and tied to the stretcher, down the stairs, followed by Sheriff Gilbert son making low-voiced comments, “Be careful there.” “Watch for the knob on this turn.” And “Be gentle.” When the two men carrying Norma Rae’s body finally reached the screen door, the Sheriff took off his Stetson and wiped his forehead with a big red bandanna. He shook his head and put his Stetson back on. “Who would want to do this to that woman. She never hurt anybody. She never did anything that caused anyone any concern, much less harm. Who?”

Mrs. Calkins fidgeted a bit and finally said, “Sheriff, I think I was the one that was supposed to be,” she said as she pointed to the buckboard where Norma Rae’s body was lying on the stretcher. “You know.”

Sheriff Gilbertson cocked his head and frowned. “Why do you think that, Mam?”

“I heard them talking about needing proof they killed the right woman,” replied Mrs. Calkins. “Then they took my pants-suit that I hung on the railing next to Norma Rae’s room to air out overnight as proof the killed the right woman. They said no one around here wears them.”

“What is the devil is a pants-suit?” asked the Sheriff.

“It is the woman;s equivalent of a man’s jacket and pants,” replied Mrs. Calkins.

“I don’t recall you weren’t wearing that dress,” the Sheriff said pointing to Mrs. Calkins dress, “yesterday when we talked.”

“I was wearing this,” replied Mrs. Calkins. “Thora lent it to me so my pants-suit would not cause people to talk.”

“Why would that cause people to talk?” asked the Sheriff.

“You would have wanted to know why I wasn’t dressed properly in a dress or blouse and skirt,” replied Mrs. Calkins. “Norma Rae knew that and told Thora to lend me a proper dress. I changed before you all came down from Nathan Ladoga’s funeral on the hill.

The sheriff made a noise, “Harrumph. She got that right. Where did you say you were from that you would wear, what did you call it, that pair of pants?

“I don’t know,” replied Mrs, Calkins. “I was kidnapped from what I think is a bank and thrown out of the car at Ladoga’s night before last.” Mrs, Calkins, lowered her head and suppressed a sniffle. Then putting a brave face on things looked up and said, “I think I was supposed to be killed and I have no earthly idea of why. I have no idea of where I live or what I do. I must have a husband or I wouldn’t think of myself as Missus. But I have no memory of him, Frank. Yet from what those men who killed Norma Rae talked about, I know it was me they were supposed to kill as it was my clothes they took as proof they killed me.”

Sheriff Gilbertson removed his Stetson again and mopped his forehead. “You know, if they took your clothes, they think they killed you. My guess is they won’t be back to kill you again.” He stroked his chin. “If they needed proof of whom they killed, someone out there wants you dead but must think you are dead. I think we need to keep you under watch and out of sight.” The Sheriff looked around and beckoned one of his deputies over. “Ken, this is Mrs. Calkins. You remember the one that got dumped at Ladoga’s two night ago. Well, we think the men who killed Norma Rae may have wanted to kill her instead. I’m going to want you to keep an eye on her for the next little while until I figure out where to stash her and keep her out of sight.”

Ken stuck his hand out to Mrs. Calkins and said, “Howdy, I’m Deputy Kenneth LeLoup the Third, call me Ken.”

“Call me Aida,” replied Mrs, Calkins.

“Sheriff,” said Deputy LeLoup. ‘Why don’t I show Aida here how to run the board? Then as far as the world is concerned Norma Rae would be on the jog and Aida could be the body on the stretcher.”

“Do you mind?” asked the Sheriff?

“Running the board?” asked Mrs. Calkins. “Not at all, it is the least I can do.”

“No,” replied the Sheriff, “staying in a house where someone was murdered. Some folks get squeamish about that.”

Mrs. Calkins pointed to Deputy LeLoup and said, “I’m sure no ghosts will bother me with him watching over me.”

Deputy LaLoup blushed even though Mrs, Calkins was clearly 30 or more years his senior.

A deputy came into the room from outside, approached the Sheriff and said, “Sheriff, there are some strange tracks out there.”

{Present Day} Captain Batan was talking to Agent White, Special Agent Simmons, and Detective Philipson in one of the interrogation room with one-way mirrors. ”I have a date of birth from her driving license and employment record. I have a city of birth from her employment record, but no birth certificate in that state for that date for any female with a first name, second or any name of Aida.”

“What about Calkins?” asked Agent White.

“No, that drew a blank too,” replied the Captain. Turning to Special Agent Simmons, he asked, “Perhaps the Bureau can tell us about her Social Security Number?

“What do you want to know?” asked Special Agent Simmons.

“Date issued, who got one immediately before and after her? Where was it issued, and what id was used to confirm her identity?” replied Captain Batan. “You know the stuff that the Social Security Administration won’t tell us locals?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” replied Special Agent Simmons.

Edith Gunderson stuck her head the door. She said, “Hi, Amanda, do you have another adventure pending?”

“A kidnapping and bank robbery,” replied Agent White. “What’s up with you?”

“My, MY, Mrs. Calkins and the Credit Union.” Edith Gunderson shook her head. “I have a child to pick up; and, I came up to see if Eddie, er, Detective Philipson could give me a hand.” Edith smiled and continued, “He is so good with children. Besides, I need a non-uniformed escort as the family is a bit off on the police since their son was shot by a patrolman last year.”

Captain Batan said, “I guess we are done for the time being. Call when you get the info Special Agent. Eddie, you can give Edith an assist.”

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6 Responses to So Much for Sworn Oaths of Office & 011 The First 48 Hours: Part III

  1. The ATI and Captain Batan are getting nowhere fast! Still not sure about Mrs.C. It’s all very curious.

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  2. beetleypete says:

    Some nice scene-setting, and Edith back too. She always spices things up.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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