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Authors: Dijorn Moss
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âMaybe you shouldnât be so skeptical,â Garland replies.
âOne should always have a measure of skepticism. It keeps you from being manipulated. But Iâm telling you thereâs more to this job than what Iâm being led to believe.â
âSo why take the job?â
A fair question, and yet the answer remains elusive to me. âI guess there is something about the job that intrigues me. Itâs like I canât not take the job no matter how much my mind tells me not to take the job.â
And like that, our drive continues in intense conversation followed by awkward silence.
We get off the freeway and I can see the airplanes as they descend to the ground. Airplanes at night remind me of the UFOs I used to see in movies and Unsolved Mysteries. As we get close to the departure section, I get a jolt of excitement. I always love a good adventure and I am certain that I am about to go on one today.
âIf you need anything, give me a call,â Garland says.
âWill do, but you continue to do your thing,â I say.
The car stops in front of JetBlue and Garland and I exchange hugs while I grab my bag.
âHave a safe trip,â Garland says as he goes back to the car.
âSee you when I get back,â I say as I take out a cigarette and smoke.
It will be two hours before I can have another cigarette. My flight leaves in forty-five minutes and it is an hour-and-ten-minute flight. As I stand outside inhaling the cool night air and exhaling the menthol from cigarettes, I wonder if I will come back or if this will be the last time I see Garland and my place in Carson?
Chapter Eight
I enter the plane and slide through the narrow space between the rows. I take my seat near the front of the plane because I have to be one of the first people off the plane when it lands. I put my suitcase in the overhead compartment and I take my seat next to the aisle. I have no desire for a window seat. There isnât a beautiful sight for me to behold at ten oâclock at night. My job starts from the moment I accept the assignment until the completion of that assignment.
From the time the FASTEN SEATBELT sign goes off until the time the light will come back on, I am in research mode. I read through as much information as I could get from the Web site, and a few published articles. My file is razor thin and in-between the humble beginnings of a church and the disappearance of the first gentleman is a Grand Canyon of information missing. Like, where is the bulk of the churchâs revenue stream coming from? Why is Pastor Robinsonâs ministry so geared to help distraught women? I will need to fill in the blanks as I go along.
The first gentleman thought his wife had an affair with a musician, and I will need to pull out information on the musician as well. I wonder what happened that would make a man disappear. Minister Blackwell made mention of rumors of the affair. Most men I know wouldâve turned the church out in the process, but to vanish is strange and I couldnât wrap my brain around what happened. This job will take more than a week unless I seek help. I have to use discretion, but a missing person and an affair is a concoction that I alone canât handle.
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The plane lands an hour and fifteen minutes later after a brief delay caused by an incompetent flight attendant inexperienced at opening the doors. I make my way through a quiet Sacramento airport. Most of the shops and restaurants are closed except for the bar. I could use a drink, but that will need to wait.
Since I have only one suitcase and one suit bag that is big enough to fit in the overhead compartment, I donât worry about baggage claim. I make my way to the rental car agency where I already have a car reserved. I am no stranger to the Sacramento area so I elected to rent a car as opposed to having my point man drive me around an unfamiliar city. Unlike other jobs, I have an
âMaybe you shouldnât be so skeptical,â Garland replies.
âOne should always have a measure of skepticism. It keeps you from being manipulated. But Iâm telling you thereâs more to this job than what Iâm being led to believe.â
âSo why take the job?â
A fair question, and yet the answer remains elusive to me. âI guess there is something about the job that intrigues me. Itâs like I canât not take the job no matter how much my mind tells me not to take the job.â
And like that, our drive continues in intense conversation followed by awkward silence.
We get off the freeway and I can see the airplanes as they descend to the ground. Airplanes at night remind me of the UFOs I used to see in movies and Unsolved Mysteries. As we get close to the departure section, I get a jolt of excitement. I always love a good adventure and I am certain that I am about to go on one today.
âIf you need anything, give me a call,â Garland says.
âWill do, but you continue to do your thing,â I say.
The car stops in front of JetBlue and Garland and I exchange hugs while I grab my bag.
âHave a safe trip,â Garland says as he goes back to the car.
âSee you when I get back,â I say as I take out a cigarette and smoke.
It will be two hours before I can have another cigarette. My flight leaves in forty-five minutes and it is an hour-and-ten-minute flight. As I stand outside inhaling the cool night air and exhaling the menthol from cigarettes, I wonder if I will come back or if this will be the last time I see Garland and my place in Carson?
Chapter Eight
I enter the plane and slide through the narrow space between the rows. I take my seat near the front of the plane because I have to be one of the first people off the plane when it lands. I put my suitcase in the overhead compartment and I take my seat next to the aisle. I have no desire for a window seat. There isnât a beautiful sight for me to behold at ten oâclock at night. My job starts from the moment I accept the assignment until the completion of that assignment.
From the time the FASTEN SEATBELT sign goes off until the time the light will come back on, I am in research mode. I read through as much information as I could get from the Web site, and a few published articles. My file is razor thin and in-between the humble beginnings of a church and the disappearance of the first gentleman is a Grand Canyon of information missing. Like, where is the bulk of the churchâs revenue stream coming from? Why is Pastor Robinsonâs ministry so geared to help distraught women? I will need to fill in the blanks as I go along.
The first gentleman thought his wife had an affair with a musician, and I will need to pull out information on the musician as well. I wonder what happened that would make a man disappear. Minister Blackwell made mention of rumors of the affair. Most men I know wouldâve turned the church out in the process, but to vanish is strange and I couldnât wrap my brain around what happened. This job will take more than a week unless I seek help. I have to use discretion, but a missing person and an affair is a concoction that I alone canât handle.
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The plane lands an hour and fifteen minutes later after a brief delay caused by an incompetent flight attendant inexperienced at opening the doors. I make my way through a quiet Sacramento airport. Most of the shops and restaurants are closed except for the bar. I could use a drink, but that will need to wait.
Since I have only one suitcase and one suit bag that is big enough to fit in the overhead compartment, I donât worry about baggage claim. I make my way to the rental car agency where I already have a car reserved. I am no stranger to the Sacramento area so I elected to rent a car as opposed to having my point man drive me around an unfamiliar city. Unlike other jobs, I have an
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