MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL, BILLY COY [mobi reader TXT] 📗

till I come down and get you, have you understood?”

“Yes mummy,” said Rachel.

Helped by her mother she silently and slowly climbed onto the window and then to the tree and went down slowly by slowly like her mother had instructed. Meanwhile she (Anna) was watching her and ready to take any necessary drastic action if anything went wrong; she all along


had her right hand on the gun behind her blouse. Her hands were trembling and so was her whole body.

When her daughter had done what she had told her to do, successfully, she also went up the window, onto the tree and down. But as she was about to reach down the tree, she slipped on a branch that broke and she fell flat on the ground, on her back. Her daughter was watching and could only continue crying but do nothing.

Luckily enough the guy by the car had not heard anything. Anna got herself up, although in pain and whisked herself and her daughter away.

“Come on honey,” she whispered. Took her by the hand and they ran away from their house.

By the time the guy by the car noticed people running away and made an alarm to the other guys in the house, Anna and her daughter had gone a bit far.

“They are getting away,” he screamed, “The girl and her mother!”

The three crooks in the house had turned almost everything upside down in two rooms looking for the girl and her mother but had not yet got to Rachel’s room. When they heard the scream from their colleague they were in Ronny’s room looking everywhere.

“Less go,” said their leader.

They all ran out of the house and quickly got into the car. Their boss sat in the front passenger seat. “Less go!” he screamed.

As soon as they had left, Willow himself arrived at the Spencer’s house, dressed exactly like the “Can city hero,” Bob Gate: all clad in black, a long black coat, the same well hairdo and the trademark shade-glasses that Bob never took off his face.


He got out a relatively big container of paraffin from his car boot and walked into the house. He poured the paraffin almost everywhere in the house, loosened the cooker gas and left a line of fire from the doorway by a lit matchstick that burnt down the whole house.

He left no tracks but one old neighbor had seen him leave, he saw her too and looked critically at her in her bedroom and then got in his car and drove off.

The next day it was all over the News: “A family of four perishes in a fire.” And the only eyewitness the police had was the old neighbor who had seen a strange man leaving the Spencer residence right before the fire.

“I saw him with my own old but still good eyes,” said the old women, “I
could tell it was that so called Can city hero.”

“You mean the same fellow..,” said Marshal, “…who had saved the girl from those crooks who had kidnapped her?”

“I now think he was part of the gang too,” said the old lady.

“Thank you for your assistance Mr. Wales,” said Marshal, “My officer here will take you back home, Ben.”

“Sir,” replied Ben.

“Get that scoundrel chief, he deserves worse not praise,” said the old lady.

“We shall get him Mrs. Wales, rest assured,” said Marshal. He walked into his office and the old lady was taken by the young officer.

Marshal right away got on the phone while seated relaxed and smiling from ear to ear. He was visibly so happy.


“How did you come up with such a brilliant idea?” asked Marshal. Willow was on the other side of the phone, happy too.
“I just used my wizard magic,” said Willow, “I always told you I was
wiser than you Marshal.”

“Now I agree my friend,” said Marshal, “Gate is now enemy of the state number one,”

“Who’s running now?” asked Willow.

“Bob Gate is on the run now my friend,” said Marshal, “But we should not celebrate so much yet till he’s off this world eternally.”

“That’s correct my good friend,” said Willow, “You’re definitely right. Our next step should be to banish that evil bastard for good.”

“You got him this time,” said marshal. “We, got him,” replied Willow.
Bob was framed for murder of the four family members of the Spencer
household and so he was on the run too. But from his personal research with the help of his godfather Matt, he knew for certain that only Mr. Spencer and his son had died in the fire, not the whole family as the police had put it and the public had believed from the circulated media. He knew that Mr. Spencer’s wife and daughter were still out there on the run and he had to find them and protect them from Willow, most especially the girl (Rachel).

For a month Bob had tried to track Anna and her daughter but he had failed to find them, till he got to a small bookshop, in the small town of Norway valley, which was in the upcountry of Can city.

“How are you doing ma’am?” asked Bob.


“Couldn’t be any better,” answered the barely old lady, “Wait a minute, don’t I know you from somewhere.”

Bob immediately pulled out a photo of Anna and her daughter from his coat pocket.

“I don’t think so ma’am,” Bob denied, “But you probably might have seen these two people, a girl and her mother in these parts of the area.”

The lady took the photo and looked at critically with her head bent a little to the right, emphatically.

“Yee.. I’ve seen this lady before, she came to me crying,” said the lady, “She wanted a place for the night but I couldn’t help her. She didn’t look well even upstairs, if you know what I mean.”

“I understand ma’am,” said Bob.

The woman gave Bob back the photo.

“Anyway, she went on East, I can’t tell you where exactly…” said the lady, “But I am pretty sure she must not have gone further than that.”

“Thank you ma’am,” said Bob. “All right,” replied the lady.
Bob walked out of the bookshop, got in his saloon Mercedes Benz and
headed to the East.

In the evening, as it was getting dark, Bob was stationed across the street in his car; he sat there calmly and quietly with his eyes glued at a wine sales store across the road. Ironically, his picture with the wanted label was pinned on an electric pole just a few meters away from where his car was parked.


In the wine store there was Anna. She was leaving. She looked well and happy.

“I won’t come in early tomorrow,” said Anna, “I have to go see my daughter’s teacher. She has not yet settled in and she’s having problems with other kids.”

“I understand that kind of feeling,” said the co-worker, “Being a new kid is never easy at the beginning.”

“Well, you just fill in for me,” said Anna, “I’ll surely return the favor.” “No problem,” said the co-worker.
“I wish Mrs. Peterson doesn’t notice my absence,” said Anna. “She usual doesn’t come in on Thursdays,” said the co-worker.
“Okay then, good-night,” said Anna and she walked out of the store.

It was Bob’s lucky day, he had finally found her. When he saw her, he immediately sat up, upright. She stopped a cab and got in.

“Conway Avenue please,” said Anna.

The cab driver drove off and Bob followed.

By the time Anna got to the motel she and her daughter stayed, it had got dark. She got out of the cab and paid off the cabdriver.

“Goodnight ma’am,” said the cabdriver. “Goodnight,” replied Anna.
The cab drove away. She walked to her room and got in. Meanwhile Bob
was parked across the road watching everything.

Anna found her daughter watching a movie on TV while laid on the bed.


“Did you do your homework?” she asked. “Already,” Rachel replied.
Anna threw her handbag on the bed and sat down on it too. She then
took off her shoes.

“Has anybody been here or called?” Anna asked. “Nobody,” replied.
Anna walked into the bathroom and left her daughter still watching
television.

A few seconds later there was a knock on the door. Rachel immediately got off the bed and turned off the television. She got into a panic; she was already shaking. There was another knock on the door.

“Mummy there must be somebody at the door,” she screamed.

Her mother had turned on the shower and she was taking a bath, so she could not hear her.

“Mummy, there’s somebody at the door,” she screamed again. This time while banging her fist on the bathroom door, but still Anna didn’t hear anything, she was enjoying the bath, from a tiring day’s work.

Another knock on the door ensured, three times constantly.

Rachel hurried to her mother’s handbag and pulled out a pistol. She thereafter walked slowly towards the door with the gun held tightly in both her hands and pointed at the door. Her hands were shaking and she trembled all over.

“Who’s there?” she asked. There was no answer.


Her mother came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body: from up her chest area to half her laps.

“What is going on here?” she yelled silently, and rushed to Rachel. She pulled the gun from her and Rachel stood aside.

“Somebody…” said Rachel, but before she finished, another knock interrupted.

Anna was startled.

“Go to the bathroom and lock yourself in,” she told her daughter. Rachel ran to the bathroom and did as her mother had said.
Anna quietly, with the gun pointed at the door walked towards it slowly
by slowly. Then, while she was just three feet away from it, she stopped. “Who is there?” she demanded loudly.
Boldly, Bob just opened the door and walked in, and he was met with a
bullet shot that almost hit his head but he dived on the floor and Anna missed.

“Ma’am, I am not here to harm you!” Bob pleaded. In the bathroom, Rachel was crying and all shaky.
Anna recognized him and lay her gun down. She breathed a sigh of
relief.

“It’s you,” she said, “I almost killed you.” Bob got up from the floor.
“You surely did ma’am,” said Bob.

He stood there well composed. Anna walked towards the bathroom.


“Shut the door, somebody might come in unannounced,” she said. Bob shut the door and remained standing by it.
“Rachel, you can now come out. It’s your friend Bob.”

Rachel was relieved; she had a smile on her face. She came out of the bathroom and ran to Bob.

“Bob!” she screamed ecstatically.

She was so happy, and so was he. She ran toward him and jumped onto him. He carried her up. She kissed him on the cheek. Anna stood back and she looked happy watching her daughter with Bob.

“She really loves you,” said Anna. She put the gun back in her handbag and sat on the bed.
“So what is going on with you?” asked