Still Waters

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Still Waters

Book 3



Chapter 8



The morning started out quietly enough. Walker followed up on a few internal matters, filled out some paperwork required for some of his cases, and sat in on some of the meetings to find out how the latest crack down on the drug trade was going, also to be kept up to date on the latest missing person’s cases. So far, things were going well.


But the latest assignment he had wasn’t going so well. It had not been assigned by his superiors, but rather a young mother, Aubrey Feathers. From what he’d been able to learn, what Aubrey told him was accurate. For the longest while, eight to ten years ago, Aubrey was the bell of the city. A beautiful young single graduate, looking at going into marketing when she graduated college. It was a shock to the ‘IN’ crowd, when she was suddenly seen with an Indian man, in some compromising situations. If you want to call kissing in public compromising.


Roomers had abounded that Aubrey was to marry the son of another business man, who was a friend of her father. It was quite the social upset when she turned her heart to the young Indian man. They were married about a year later, and she gave birth to her son about six months after that.


There were tabloid reports of her parents extraditing her from the family after her wedding. There were also some small reports from Mike Feather’s father of the same. Though he was not as socially noticed as Aubrey’s family.


Then, about seven years later, there was the report of Mike Feather’s death. The pictures of the funeral were quite interesting. On one side was a small group of the local tribe, lead by Eagle Feathers, at the foot of the coffin was an even smaller group, headed by Aubrey’s brothers, and not her parents. But on the side with the young boy and the widow mother, was lined with Hells Angels bikers, the largest gathering he’d ever seen outside of a member’s funeral. Several tabloid reporters took advantage of this, and showed pictures of the young woman with her new associates. Some reported of her involvement in criminal activities around the city, but nothing was ever proven. Within a few weeks, the whole incident died down, and the reporters found other interests to focus the public eye on.


Walker sat back in his chair. From what he could find, there was no indication as to why, the parents of both sides would suddenly want custody of Sam Small Feathers. Especially a year after the death of his father. If there was a sudden grandparent being unknown to the boy kind of reaction, the custody dispute would have taken place shortly after the funeral, or at the very least an argument over visitation rights.


From what he could find in the court documents, there was nothing like that, until the last three months. It bothered him that he could find nothing, no emotional reason, no financial obligation not being met, nor any public humiliation being sought retribution for. None of it made any sense.


“Walker!” The older ranger looked up to the dark skinned face of his partner. “Man, whatever you’re thinking about has gotta be big.”


“Just trying to make sense of something,” he replied.


“Aubrey Feathers?” Trivett asked.


Walker nodded. “Everything I’ve found out so far doesn’t fit the events going on now.”


“Well I think I can shed some light on that. You’ll love this. Aubrey Feather’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, own a construction company contracted to the reservation to build a hotel and casino on the reservation lands, just before the end of the reservation boundary.”


“So?”


“There’s a problem. Take a look at this.” Trivett handed Walker a set of papers, with post it notes stuck to a few spots, highlighting specific passages, or thoughts. “In all custody cases, there’s three reasons. Safety of the child, revenge to the other party fighting, or money. Sense the first two seem not to fit, I followed the money angle.”


“Trivett, you are a genius sometimes.”


“Thanks…I think.”


“This…” he continued, “this answers everything. What time is it?”


“About two, why?”


“Aubrey should still be in court, if not just starting. Come on.”






“She’s working at night,” Mrs. Reynolds stated with sarcasm. “She’s up at ungodly hours, out the door for hours, driving around in a rickety old truck that will fall apart at a moments notice! She’s sold practically everything she owns, and she’s on the verge of selling her house.”


“So you believe that the boy is not safe in her care,” stated Mrs, Reynolds’ lawyer, who’d been hitting hard on Aubrey with all her failings, making her out to be the worst person to care for her son.


“Absolutely. Look at this,” she pulled a stack of pictures out of her purse and handed them to the lawyer, a piece of paper separating three sections, which the lawyer handed one set to Aubrey’s lawyer, and to the bailiff to hand to the judge. “These are pictures of her home. There is nothing in the fridge, nothing in the cupboards, the house is devoid of furniture; she sleeps on the floor. What kind of life is that for my grandson?”


“Your honor,” Tom stated, standing up. “I object to these photos. Mrs. Feathers was unaware these pictures were being taken, the only way these images were taken, is if someone entered the house without the knowledge of the main resident, namely my client. I move that these images be thrown out.”


“What?” Mrs. Reynolds shrieked.


“Mrs. Reynolds,” the judge stated calmly. “I have to agree with Mr. Ledger. Did you, or someone you know, break into Mrs. Feathers’ residence in her absence to take these pictures?”


“I don’t know who took them, I got them from my son, Richard. He said that I needed to take a look at them, and do something about it.”


“Your honor…!”


“Be still, Mr. Ledger, the pictures are out. I doubt that Mrs. Feathers would allow anyone to go into her home to take pictures of whatever, to use against her, no matter the look of her home.”


“But surely…!”


“Mrs. Reynolds, that’s final.”


Mrs. Reynolds sat back in the seat, totally disgusted, as she watched Aubrey tear the pictures apart. Oddly enough, there were no pictures of her son’s bedroom, strange how her mother, or brother, had left those out.


Sam slid down in his seat, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. He looked at his shoulder as he felt an unseen hand pat him reassuringly. Gently he nodded and looked to his mother again.


“Is there anything else, Mr. Grenich?” the judge asked.


“Not for this guest, your honor,” he replied.


“Very well, ladies and gentlemen, the hour is now two fifteen, I move we adjourn for thirty minutes for a small bite to eat, and resume at two forty five. Objections?” It wasn’t really a question, and when no one voiced an opinion either way, he continued. “Court is in recess.”


His gavel rang a resounding sound through the courtroom, and everyone stood, as the judge left, then Aubrey turned to Sam, making sure he had his school book, and suggesting something to eat for lunch. Just then, Mrs. Reynolds sat down next to Sam, a huge smile on her face. “How about we go across the street, there’s a wonderful restaurant that serves and excellent linguini.”


“Fat chance,” he replied, pulling his arm out of her grasp. “I’m not leaving my mom.”


“Sam…today is your school day. You are supposed to be with me…”


“I don’t care…” he laughed, seeing a distorted image slip behind her slowly. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”


“Mom,” Aubrey began, shaking her head. She was sure she saw something behind her mother move, but as she looked closer, there was nothing there. “Leave him be. You’re only going to upset him, not only that, your efforts are not looking good in front of my lawyer. Remember, he can recall you when it’s his turn to go up.”


Mrs. Reynolds just huffed at her daughter before getting up and leaving with her husband.


“That was cool!” Sam laughed.


“Yeah.”


“Aubrey, you and Sam want anything?” Tom asked, closing his brief case.


“No thanks. We’ll go down to the cafeteria, get a sandwich or something.”


“Mention my name to the clerk. They’ll add it to my bill.”


“Thanks but no, I’m not going to take that from you.”


“Aubrey, I can write it off. You can’t. just do it.” And he left.


Aubrey sat there, puzzled. Something strange was going on, she could feel it. For the past couple days, she was sure someone was following her, but she couldn’t see anything, and without proof, she couldn’t lodge a complaint.


“Mom? You ok?”


she looked at the boy’s perplexed face. “Sam. Can I ask you something? And I want you to think really really hard before you answer. Ok?” Sam nodded yes. “Have you noticed anything strange over the last couple days? Someone following you, or us?”


“Why do you ask? Have you seen someone?” at once he felt the hand of his spirit walker press gently to his shoulder.


Aubrey sat there for a moment thinking. “Never mind,” she finally stated. “You want to come with me?”


“Actually, I really need to go to the bathroom.”


“Ok. You go, and meet me down in the cafeteria. Ok?”


“Ok.”


Sam fussed about getting his books together, letting his mother head off before him. The hand on his shoulder then gently squeezed. “She saw you didn’t she?”


“She has had suspicions, but I had no idea they were this strong.”


“What do we do?”


“I do not like this ‘court’ you have. The big male smells.”


“The judge? Yeah he does stink. I’ve seen him and grandpa hanging around together over the last few days. As much as he says he won’t let his decision be based on his friendship, I know he will. What are we going to do?”


Kal thought for a moment. “You are going to return to the rock face. Right now.”


“What?”


“I will make sure you get there before your mother. Put this in your pocket, so I can find you later. I will take care of a few things here, then find you, to get you to the rocks, before your mother. Go, now!”


“But…”


“Trust me. You will not be residing with either of your grand sires. GO!”


Without question, Sam grabbed his coat and ran out the door, leaving his books behind.






As Sam made for the door a man reached down and stopped him. “Hey. Were you going?”


“Ranger Trivett, Man you scared me.”


“Sorry. Where are you off to?”


“I gotta go. have you seen my mom?”


“No, actually Walker and I are looking for her. Where are you going?”


“Do you have some paper?”


“Yeah,” Trivett showed the boy his note book, to which he grabbed, and tore out several blank pages before handing it back to the protesting young ranger. He took out his pencile and quickly scrawled a note and a picture, and handed the single sheet back to Trivett, folded.


“I have to take care of something, its really important. When you see my mom, give her this. Its important.”


“Ok, but…”


“I’ll be fine!” Sam shouted as he slipped away from the ranger’s reaching hand and ran out the door.


“Trivett.” He turned to see Walker standing with a man in a suite. He joined them, tucking the not in his shirt pocket. “This is Aubrey’s lawyer. He said she went to the cafeteria, while Sam statyed in the court room.”


“But I just…”


“The grand parents, both sides, are really pushing to take the boy,” Tom stated, “and I’m worried that the judge is on the Reynolds’ payroll. If you tell me what you’ve got, I’m sure I can turn this all around.”


“Councilor, I’d like to tell you, but Aubrey asked us to look inot this, and I’d feel better if I told her myself. You’re more than welcome to be present if you whis, but for now, I need to find Aubrey.”


“Follow me.”






As Government buildings went, the court house cafeteria was very nice. Not remarkable, but nice. Aside from the many tables in the open space; the back and side walls were all glass, and opened onto a promenade, shared by three surrounding office plazas. On the main level were various businesses from conveinience stores, to smoke shops.


The food was not only abundant, but a great variety. As much as she wanted to, Aubrey couldn’t bring herself to practially buy food for the week for herself and Sam, on her lawyer’s dime. So she took a couple sandwiches and drinks, two oranges, and two pudding cups, giving Tom’s name to the cashier, she signed a piece of paper and headed back to the court room.


The halls were oddly empty, many of the building’s occupants must have been either in their offices, or in the cafeteria. As she walked the hall, she couldn’t help but hear a strange vibration around her, somewhat similar to a large cat’s purring. The elevators all seemed to be on the upper floors, and going higher, so she opted for the stairs. She went in through the first door and reached for the second, only it didn’t open. She sifted her food to one arm to try again, only to have no luck. She turned to try and open the door she came through, only to find, it wouldn’t open either.


“What the…” She threw her fist to the door, but it didn’t seem to do any good. No one seemed to hear her. “Hello!!” she called. “I’m stuck in here!!!” But no one came.


As she turned to try and fine a button, or something to alert someone of her predicament, she felt a strange vibration spread through her. What ever it was it seemed to be amplified by the five foot space she was trapped in. Oddly enough it sounded much like a huge cat’s purr. The feeling of ripples along her skin seemed to travel deeper into her body, sending wave upon wave of delighted euphoria to her core. Slowly she sank to the floor, as her legs would no longer support her. As much as she wanted this feeling to stop, she loved it, and whished it would never end.


The waves of gentle pleasure, pooled in the pit of her stomach, as she felt the familure churning of desires lain dormant sense her husband’s passing. She pulled her legs tight against her body, pressing her brow to her knees. “Mike,” she whispered, nearly crying, “you promised you’d send someone for me. Someone…you promised. They’re going to take our son. Please Mike, send him soon.”


Slowly the purring stopped, and the door leading to the stairs creeked open. Shakily she got up, and grabbed the doorknob. “You are safe.”


Aubrey turned to the faint wisper, but there was nothing there. She then shook her head, believing that it was her imagination. As she turned, she did not feel the unseen hand brush through the flying strands of her hair, as she threw the door open, and sprinted up the stairs.


As she got to her floor, she quickly headed for the court room door, only to meet up with her lawyer, and the Rangers. “We gotta talk,” Walker stated, and guided them all to a room off to the side, often used for client discussions.


“You found something?” she asked, sounding hopeful at last.


“I did, but I’m not sure if its what’s at the root of what’s going on,” Walker replied. “Aubrey, did Michael ever tell you about The Land Trust to the band?”


“Yeah. He said it was handed to him by his father, when he was twenty five, and that it would fall to our first born when they turned twenty five.”


“I’m sorry,” Tom stated. “What trust?”


“It’s a long story,” she sighed.


“The reservation has a huge plot of land at the city side border, mostly desert,” Walker explained. “Some say its barrial grounds, some old ledgends say there was once a construction of a stone temple there, but nothing has ever been proven. The Trust was set up to make sure that Band council and tribe leaders, didn’t get greedy. The trust was in control of someone who was to never hold official office in the band. But whatever is to be done with the land, had to be approved by both the band council, the leaders, and the holder of the trust.”


“Which is Eagle Feathers,” Tom deduced.


“No,” Aubrey stated. “Once the trust was passed down, it couldn’t be passed back up. It could only go down, or sideways, to a brother, a sister, or a cousin. The one in control of the trust now, is Sam.”


“And by law,” Trivett stated, “he’s a minor. Only a parent or legal guardian can sign the trust, or any kind of agreement, in his sted.”


“Meaning Aubrey,” Tom concluded, all nodded. “Well that makes sense, but what does that have to do with anything now?”


Aubrey looked to Walker. “the band council,” he began, “Wants to build a hotel and casino on that land. Your parents’ construction company is the one who won the bid to build the hotel. But before the trustee could be contacted to authorize construction…”


“He was killed in a car crash,” Aubrey concluded, “and it took about six months to settle his affairs, and transfer the trust to my son. That’s when the demands of the family came, wanting visits. Then the custody suit, when they realized that I might not play ball, with my son being jerked around like he was.”


“Not only that, but the way they’ve treated you over the years. You may not believe their sudden change of heart,” Walker stated.


“I’ve gotta tell Sam.”


“Hold it,” Trivett urged. “I’ve been trying to tell you. Sam’s not here. He left.” Aubrey thrust her purchases to her lawyer and rushed out followed by the rangers. As she passed the court room, her parents and father-in-law came out and followed her out to the street.


“SAM!!!”


“Aubrey!” She turned to see Tiny getting off his bike, holding what looked like a ticket in his hand. “What’s up, what’s wrong?”


“Sam’s run off. Did you see him?”


“No. I just got here.”


“Aubrey!” snapped her mother. “Is THIS what you’re putting my grandson through now? Biker Gangs!?”


“Shut up Lady!”


“I will NOT!!” And the shouting just got worse, starting between Aubrey’s parents and Eagle feathers and Tiny, thent eh lawyers joined in, throwing more acusations about Aubrey and criminal activity. Walker stepped in to try and break it all up, while Trivett pulled Aubrey out of the middle.


“Aubrey.”


“My son is missing…”


“I know. Here,” he handed her the folded paper Sam had written on. “Sam and I talked, but he ran off before I could get a hold of him. He wanted me to give you this.”


“Why?”


“I’m not sure. Look I gotta help Walker. You wait here.”


After he walked away, Aubrey opened the note to the words scrawled in pencil. ‘Mom. Trust me, please. Come to where I told you about near where we picked up my bike. Look at my map. There’s a tunnel that will lead you. Trust me. Love Sam’ Aubrey didn’t wait. She rand down the street and got into her truck, and sped away. Not realizing she’d dropped the note in her haste.






From his perch on the roof above the main doors of the building, Kal watchs his female rust out the door, calling for her son. For a moment he wondered if it was such a good idea to send the boy out first, but he could think of no other way to get Aubrey to the site without question. From his long range scanner, Sam was heading there very quickly on his own, and was nearly at the edge of the city. Aubrey was still in the middle of the city.


His attention was drawn back to the area below, as a number of Oomans gathered around the yough female, it was then he noticed the balck clad male form several nights previous. Then Aubrey was pulled form the pack and handed some thing, while being left alone. After a moment she left, pushing past other pedestrians to get to her vehicle. He leapt from roof to roof, landing in the back of the vehicle when she stopped to make a turn, confident she was heading for the ancient temple site.