Angels of Light by Mark Vance

Author:Mark Vance
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Boomerang

“Put on the full armor of God, so that you can make your stand against the devil’s schemes.”

Ephesians 6:11

The following afternoon, Steve was engrossed in preparations for his upcoming airline trip. After an uneventful night, he dared to entertain the possibility of an informal spiritual cease fire and perhaps a return to some semblance of normal. His musings and trip preparations were mundane distractions, both of which were interrupted by the sound of the front doorbell, and a male voice on the porch declaring …

“Federal Express! Package for Mr. Lacey!”

A chorus of agitated German Shepherds immediately reacted to the intrusion and driver’s declaration, barking incessantly as Steve made his way downstairs. Passing the front door, he exclaimed, “Just a minute! I need to corral the dogs!” as he moved purposefully down the hallway toward the back door and the fenced yard beyond, with the German Shepherds following closely.

“Good pups! Let’s go! Let’s go!” he encouraged, opening the door and offering the dogs unfettered access to the back yard, but realizing no interruption to their barking refrain for all his effort.

Moving steadily back down the hallway toward the front door, he peered through the eye-level peephole and confirmed the presence of a uniformed Federal Express driver before opening the door.

“Sorry about that,” he declared. “They aren’t good with strangers,”

“Yes sir. Please sign here, Mr. Lacey … and again here,” the Federal Express driver prompted, confirming Steve’s signature before handing him a medium size package with odd handwriting on the shipping label.

“We weren’t expecting a delivery. Who was the sender?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“Let’s see … all it says is the village of Black Hameldon, England,” the driver replied. “It was shipped three days ago.”

“Thank you,” Steve said uneasily, surveying the package in considerable detail, assessing its weight and potential contents as the Federal Express driver smiled and turned to leave.

“Have a good day, Mr. Lacey!” he shouted as he climbed back inside his delivery truck.

“Thank you … you too,” Steve replied, gingerly holding the package like it might detonate any second.

Back inside the house, he cradled the Federal Express parcel and walked very deliberately toward the kitchen at the rear of the first floor. There, he gently deposited the package on the kitchen table and stared purposefully at it for several seconds.

“What is it?” Kay asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway from the deck area and back yard.

“Where were you? Didn’t you hear the dogs barking?” he asked pointedly.

“Everybody in the neighborhood heard them. I’ve been working in the flower bed in the back yard,” she replied. “What is it? Were you expecting a delivery?”

“No. I haven’t the slightest idea what it is, only that it was shipped three days ago from Black Hameldon, England,” he replied warily, before carefully probing the package with a small kitchen knife.

“That could be good or bad,” she conjectured, watching Steve repeatedly perforate the package surgically before finally electing to open it.

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