End of Days: Con Law II by Mark Gimenez

Author:Mark Gimenez [Gimenez, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780983987598
Amazon: B077SNWYKM
Publisher: Navarchus Press LLC
Published: 2017-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 47

"Cap, get a load of this."

Vinnie gestured with a foot-long food item up the caliche road. A big, brown truck drove fast down the road past the gawkers and the media.

"A UPS truck? At an armed standoff?"

"Could be weapons," Vinnie said.

"He's already got BMGs, RPGs, Stingers, and sniper's rifles. What else does he need, a bow and arrow?"

"Good point."

The truck skidded to a stop and kicked up white dust. A young black man in a brown shirt and shorts jumped out and jogged over carrying a large box.

"Amazon package for Veronica Cross."

"She's not here."

The driver frowned then checked the label. "Says 'Garden of Eden, Texas.' GPS puts that right here."

Vinnie pointed the food item down the road. "That's the white compound."

"Oh. Okay."

The driver jogged back to the truck, jumped in, and gunned the vehicle down the caliche road toward the compound. Vinnie yelled after him.

"Hey! You can't—"

"He just did," Duvall said.

They watched the white dust in the truck's wake disperse in the breeze. Duvall addressed his aide.

"What are you eating?"

"Churro. From a food truck in the spectator section."

"Is it good?"

"Foot-long fried donut dipped in cinnamon and sugar—what could be bad?"

"Get me one … two. And coffee."

~

"Ms. Cross, so pleased to have you here for another day," J. C. said. "You look lovely. Like a true child of God. And I must say, the perfume improves our breakfast table … no offense, Professor."

She wore a flowery blue sundress, pink flip-flops, and the scent of Chanel.

"I always felt unattractive, even ugly, without my designer clothes and especially my Christian Louboutins. Now I'm wearing lesser clothes and flip-flops—I'm not giving up my Chanel—and I feel almost … "

"Spiritual?"

"Yes. Spiritual."

She sat next to Book.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Ms. Cross."

Book tapped his left ear and nodded. He had called the grandmother the night before; the younger Durant girl was in fact deaf in her left ear. Ms. Cross had found the Durant sisters. In two days. She was proving to be a fine intern.

"Ah, breakfast," J. C. said.

Miriam and Mara arrived with plates of food.

"Ratatouille eggs, French toast, grillades … ladies, this smells divine."

"Enjoy, my Lord," Miriam said.

~

"Yes, Shane," the FIX reporter named Michele said to the camera, "that was in fact a UPS truck that drove right up to the front door of the compound. The driver carried a large box inside."

"A UPS truck delivering to an armed standoff? Now that is a testament to American capitalism, isn't it? You don't get that kind of service in France!"

~

"That's an Amazon delivery for Veronica, I promise you," the 3L student said. "She gets a box every day."

"I would too if my dad was a billionaire," the 2L said. "Of course, they'd have to deliver it to me on the beach in Malibu because I sure as hell wouldn't be in law school."

~

"Our girl's spending Daddy's money," Donnie said.

"Wouldn't you?" Jim Bob said.

Donnie held up a big donut from Dunkin at Gate 24.

"We are."

~

Duvall's phone pinged. He checked; the president had tweeted. He opened the Twitter app and read: "A UPS truck? You gotta be kidding me? This is an armed standoff.

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