Crime Mystery Weekend: The Reunion

Stillwell had to go.  Her family needed her.  She had been longing for a long time. The house would stand on its own as it always had.

Thoreau was ready for another adventure.  The last one, well, let's just say it took them both by surprise.  The ending and all.  I mean DNA in twelve hours.  C'mon.  But hey. There is no accounting for technology. Rapidimente.

Stillwell had an affinity for anything Vermont.  Call it Holstein, barns, rolling countryside. Cheese.  Working landscapes. They are used to produce earth goods, outdoor recreation, food and fiber.  The land of the sugarbush, pastures, quarries and birch trees.  Mostly rural.

Stillwell has just collected Thoreau from Logan.  His flight was earlier than anticipated.  The Subaru couldn't get into Vermont fast enough.   A direct route up 93 turning west into Ripton and down one country road after another.  Down and up is more like it.

We stopped at the Ripton Country Store for a bag lunch; a couple of spinach wraps with the best Thai dressing and  two grape Nehi.  We had just pulled over to the right onto a dirt road to eat.  Thoreau was snapping photographs of an old barn and deceased farm tractors.  Circa 1923. 

A screaming female voice was heard instantly.   Dust followed a late model blue Prius down the lane.  Thoreau continued filming.  I didn't know what to make of this.

Then we saw her, hand over heart.  Limping.  We got out of our vehicle running to her side.

"Don't let him get away.  He isn't right.  He was fine until about six weeks ago.  This dark car, navy, I think came into our driveway.  Mitt was supposed to be going back to Quantico.  The Marine Corps area, FBI Training Academy.  But before he left he told me he had to get out.  Fast.  Things were happening.  The country was changing fast.  Evil was everywhere."  

"What did he do for the FBI?"

"Remote viewing."

We checked to see if she had been shot.  She was fine, shaken was all.

"But they were escalating things.  I think he was brain washed or something.  Kept talking about someone he had to remove.  He was very frighten.  Focused.  It isn't Mitt. I think he was programmed there, to do something awful.  When I tried to stop him, he took off."

"Have any idea what is happening?"

"It is something to do with the election.  He's like the advance man.  Setting people up who get to close to what is really going on.  Ut oh.  I think I said too much."