My Brother's Keeper (White Hawk Aviation Adventure Stories #1) by M.T. Bass

Author:M.T. Bass
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Family Murder Mystery
Publisher: M.T. Bass
Published: 2011-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

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Frankenstein’s Castle

When I got back to the airport, a letter from some law firm was waiting for me. My parents had gotten Stitch’s insurance money, a tidy six figure sum. My sisters had both already done well in marriage, so they got furniture, paintings, art objects, family heirlooms and college money for all their kids. I got everything else: the house, his three cars, the boat, stocks, bonds and a stack of money too big for me to imagine all in one pile. The temperature of the office got noticeably hotter as Rosa suddenly forgave my past indiscretion and warmed up to me.

Ignoring her, I went upstairs to ponder my new fortune, but I came to no conclusions. I also couldn’t sit still or lay down for more than two seconds at a time. I paced myself out as much as I could within the confines of my apartment, until finally deciding to go take a look at what I had inherited.

Stitch always called his place “Frankenstein’s Castle.” He joked that in his business, he had taken home more than enough human spare parts to put together a bench full of ball players so that Los Angeles could have a major league baseball team. That was Stitch’s one regret about leaving Chicago. He really missed watching the Cubs play.

It wasn’t the biggest house in Bel Aire, but to me it was a mansion. In fact, all that open space inside made me—one who finds the glove fitting confines of airplane cockpits quite comfortable—feel exposed and vulnerable, like I had no place to hide. Seeing it empty and quiet, I couldn’t imagine what Stitch did with all of it besides throw massive parties that always made me drift around at the edge of rooms watching all of the different people and trying to figure out how Stitch ever thought of things to say to all of them. It was out in the shallows of the crowd at one of Stitch’s bashes where I met Elaine. She used to run with the schools in deep water and I probably never would have met her if it hadn’t been for her accident. But that was the difference between Stitch and me: Stitch could talk to anyone and he was a friend to everybody and their brother, while I spoke when I had something to say and I spoke what was on my mind. My friends were few, but they were loyal and close.

I wandered aimlessly around from room to room. The expensive furniture and Stitch’s infamous “Art Objects” made me feel like I was in a museum. I kept my hands in my pockets. There were parts of Stitch’s house that I had never been in before and I could imagine that there might yet be some dark corner still waiting to be discovered. His bedroom upstairs was bigger than my whole apartment and probably bigger than the hangar downstairs. I figured that if it weren’t for the huge bed, Seven Sugar Papa would fit in quite handily.

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