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Gray LoveA Black and White Affair

Maya Seymour


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Copyright 2011 Maya Seymour

KINDLE ISBN: 9781614343875

RINT ISBN: 9781614342984

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may beproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted

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ecording or otherwise, without the prior written permissio

f the author.

ublished in the United States by BookLocker.com, Inc

irst Edition.

he characters and events in this book are fictitious. An

imilarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental an

ot intended by the author.

Contributing Editor: Kathryn M. Tedrick


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To my beautiful mother, Ruby


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Chapter One

Taylor Henderson lounged in his brown leather recline

watching the days market news. His attention occasiona

wandered to the banner scrolling across the bottom of th

creen with the days stock market results. His wife Jill wa

tretched out on a chintz upholstered sofa, reading Jame

attersons latest novel. Henderson worked for a loc

rokerage, which was a branch of one of the largest firm

n Mississippi. Earlier that week, he had been surprisewhen his boss shook his hand and told him he had bee

romoted to head investor.

The position came with a sizeable raise and meant th

is wife could quit her job as a maid for the Richard

amily. Jill had given her two-week notice the followin

morning. Although Mrs. Richards had not yet found

uitable replacement, she did not mind staying on until

ew maid was found. Soon she would be able to spen

more time cooking her husbands favorite meals, caring f

er home, and playing with their two adorable children.

Swoosh!The sound startled them only seconds beforange light flared in the front lawn of their home. Wearing

white t-shirt, black drawstring shorts, and no shoes, Taylo

umped up from his chair and headed for the huge pictu

window, but when he reached it, he ducked and jerke

ack as something shattered the glass, showering him an

he room with deadly projectiles. Taylor threw his arms up


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ont of his face, but that didnt save his arms or bare fe

om being ripped by the razor-sharp shards of glass.

Heading for the hall closet at a half-run, and trailin

loody footprints across the hardwood floor, Taylor yanke

pen the closet door, and grabbed his shotgun and a bo

f shells. Then he crept back to the window, ignoring thain in his arms and feet when he caught sight of th

ableau on his front lawn. What he saw made his curly blac

air stand on end.

Shadowy figures in white robes and hoods move

round a gigantic flaming cross like demons dancin

round the fires of hell. Sparks flew through the air as th

wood burned savagely and neighbors drew curtains acros

heir windows, pretending not to see what was happenin

lack or white, it didnt matter. No one wanted to becom

nvolved and risk turning the Klans anger again

hemselves and their families.Ignoring the blood trail across the floor caused by h

leeding feet, Taylor rushed around the room turning o

ghts and the TV, as Jill quickly shook the glass out of he

hoes and slipped them on. She had been fortunate. Non

f the glass had reached her exposed skin, thanks to h

usband, whose body had shielded her from most of th

last.

Jill, grab the kids and get to the basement.

She hurried toward the childrens room and found the

uddled together in the hallway shivering with fear an

ncertainty.Whats happening, Momma? her nine-year-old son T.


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sked.

Its okay, baby, everything is going to be all right, but yo

ave to do exactly what I tell you. Okay?

The son nodded as she took his little sisters han

Outwardly calm, Jill led the frightened children to th

asement door, ordering them down the stairs.Go to the play room where there are no windows an

ock the door. You can turn on the light and play, but don

ome out until I come get you. Understand?

Yes, Momma, the children replied.

As soon as they were safely locked in the play room, J

ocked the basement door and returned to the living room

Jill, I told you to go to the basement, Taylor said, h

oice edged with fear.

Bullshit, his wife answered as she grabbed his huntin

fle off the shelf, knocking a box of shells over in th

rocess. The children are safe. My place is here with youill expertly loaded the weapon and held it to her ches

muzzle pointed upward. My daddy taught me to sho

when we went hunting. Ill show those bastards a thing

wo about how to use a rifle.

Taylor didnt have time to look at her, but his heart fille

with pride. He crawled to the destroyed window, doing h

est to avoid the minefield of broken glass. Then carefu

sing, he peeked over the windowsill.

Taylor Henderson, come outside, boy, and receive

message from the Lord, a deep, somewhat familiar voic

houted, ringing loud and clear through the windows of thome. The Bible says that Israel shall stand alone and b


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Gods chosen race. You are evil, straight from the dev

imself, and shall not be tolerated!

Jill inched up behind him. Fine talk coming from a bunc

f Klansmen, she whispered. They hate Jewish fo

lmost as much as they hate us.

Taylor crouched alongside the wall next to his wifeeking out the window from time to time to check th

Klans movements. Jill leaned close to him, pressing h

weaty face against his white t-shirt, her bravad

mothered by fear.

Lord, please make those people go away from here

he prayed softly. Dont let them hurt my babies or m

man.

Shush, baby, Taylor said, patting her cheek. Wer

oing to be fine. Theyre just trying to scare us.

Well theyre doing a mighty fine job of it, Jill replie

arcastically.Her spurt of bravado brought a brief smile to h

usbands lips, but his features turned grim when a bull

rashed through the bay window in the dining room. Glas

ew inward, spreading jagged slivers across the room th

littered in the light of the fire. The bullet lodged in the fro

f the marble fireplace across the room with an audib

hud. Jill shrieked, raising her hands as if to protect herse

nd her rifle hit the floor with a heavy thump, harmless

ischarging into the opposite wall.

Boy, you best come on out before we have ta come

here and git you, another voice shouted above the roar he flames. We know your woman works for Mrs. Richard


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own the street. If we dont git you tonight, well git h

omorrow. Come out and face us like a man.

Taylor flinched. His wife was curled into a ball on th

oor. Stark terror edged the whites of her dark eyes, an

is heart constricted. No, he thought. Im not hiding behin

my wifes skirts. I cant risk her safety, especially knowinwhat they would do to her. Gripping the shotgun tightly, hose and headed for the front door.

No, Taylor, please, Jill screamed. Dont leave me

heyll kill you!

He glanced back at her, taking in every feature of heautiful face, knowing he may never be able to look upo

again. Dont worry, sweetheart, he whispered. N

matter what, Ill always be with you. Without another wor

e flung the door wide and stood in the opening, wearin

othing but shorts and a t-shirt. You bastards dont sca

me, he shouted. Get away from here. Raising thweapon, he fired a warning shot across the yard.

Their response was a fusillade of bullets that tore throug

aylor Henderson like daggers through paper, causing h

ody to jerk spasmodically. In shock, he looked down at h

hest, surprised at the blooming red stains spreadincross his white t-shirt. Somewhere to his left, Jill cried ou

ut it seemed like her voice was miles away. His leg

rumpled, and Taylor dropped to the floor, saved only b

er arms around him. He heard her sobbing as she held

ordless telephone to her ear and gave someone the

ddress.His last thou hts were of the warmth of his wifes arm


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he softness of her breasts, and the faint sound of siren

wailing in the distance.


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Chapter Two

I dont understand why they did this, Chief, Lieutena

Geoffrey Tray of the Crystal Springs, Mississippi Polic

orce said as he slammed his fist against the top of th

Chiefs desk. Frustration made his normally gentle feature

arsh with anger. Tall and built like a linebacker, in th

hirty-eight years he had lived, he had never been afra

ecause of his race.

Chief Ron Waldrons thick white hair and piercing bluyes were a direct contrast to Geoffs dark good look

Waldron was a down to earth type of guy with excelle

amily values. There was nothing he would rather do tha

lay catch with his grandsons or bounce one of his youn

randdaughters on his lap. The older man leaned back

is desk chair, his wiry frame relaxed against the wo

rown leather. Waldron had a reputation for being a fa

ivil-minded man who didnt tolerate crime, especia

rimes of hate, and at sixty-five, he had pretty much seen

ll.

You know why they fixated on Henderson, dont yoGeoff? he asked. Its because he was moving up in the

world, and they didnt want him there.

Waldron leaned forward and picked up a folder from th

orner of his desk, filled with photos and the initial repor

aken at the scene. After a quick glance, he slid the ope

older across the desk toward Geoff. The Lieutena


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lanced at the top photo but did not touch it.

Chief, that man wasnt a threat. He wasnt active again

he Klan and stayed mostly to himself. Taylor never stuc

is nose in anybodys business but his own. Geo

ropped into the hard wooden chair in front of the Chief

esk. All he wanted was to provide a decent living for hamily, same as everybody else.

The Klan doesnt care who you are or what you d

Geoff, unless youre black, and then you had better stay

our place. Waldron shook his head. They didnt like th

dea that Taylor Henderson would be making six figures

He stared at the Lieutenant. Any ideas about th

ndividuals behind this?

Not really. Geoff met the older mans gaze, searchin

or a reaction to his next words. Ive heard rumors th

ome pretty powerful and influential citizens of Cryst

prings belong to the Klan. He pushed the file back acroshe desk.

Waldron leaned back in his chair and decisively close

he folder. Got any names?

After a moment, Geoff sighed. How would anyone kno

or certain? The Klan hides behind those hoods so that n

ne knows who they are. They do their dirty work, and the

o about their lives, smiling and pretending theyre perfect

pright citizens, who would never dream of harming a fly, l

long murder a man in cold blood.

Youre right, Waldron agreed, his brow furrowed. Th

s the second Klan murder of a black man this month. It hao stop now before any more decent folk end up dead. W


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eed to go all out on this one. Are you up for it?

Are you assigning the case to me, Chief? Geo

esperately wanted to be the one to bring the KKK

ustice.

Its all yours, but first lets do what needs to be done f

ill Henderson. Waldron held the folder out to Geoff.Geoff took it. Ill do my best for the Henderson family, h

romised. My wife called to tell me that the community ha

ut together some donations to help out, and Mrs. Richard

old Jill she could have her old job back.

Whens the burial? The Chief pulled a notepad out

is drawer and reached for a pen.

Friday at ten, Geoff told him.

Ill be there, Waldron said. I assume youll be there a

well?

Sure, Chief, Rosie and I are friends of the family. Geo

tood up to leave, anxious to get started on the case.Waldron stopped him. One more thing, Geoff, start b

uestioning Ken Lewis at the car repair shop down o

Gibson Street. Rumor has it that he may be a member

his group. I sure would like to know whos supplying th

money for their operation.

Geoff nodded. Ill see what I can dig up, Chief.

And Geoff?

Sir?

Be careful. That badge may not be enough to prote

ou. We dont know what this group is capable of doin

Men that hide their identities under a hood might find it a boo easy to kill a police officer, especially a black one.


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Geoff nodded and headed out to his unmarked polic

ar. He wondered how he could handle the investigatio

without seriously ruffling someones feathers, but was fres

ut of ideas. If Lewis was involved in the killing, he wou

ever admit it. When the Lieutenant arrived at Lewis

arage, it appeared deserted, but as he parked his car anpproached the building, the garage owner met him at th

oor.

Afternoon, Lieutenant, Lewis said, wiping his hands o

tattered, red, oil-stained rag. What brings you here? H

lanced at Geoffs Chevrolet, a crooked grin on his fac

Somethin wrong with your car?

Im not here about my car, Ken, Geoff replied, keepin

is voice neutral. He focused on the slender middle-age

man, wondering if white sheets suited him better than th

eans and dirty blue shirt with his name neatly stitched

ed over the left pocket.What do you want then? Im a busy man. Lewis brushe

ack a lock of greasy black hair, leaving a smudge acros

is forehead. He nonchalantly picked up a large wrenc

om a nearby toolbox and tapped his thigh with it a fe

mes. At five-seven, he had to look up to see Geoffs fac

he Lieutenant did not miss the implied threat. Lewis

ark eyes furtively darted about the garage, as thoug

earching for a safe place to hide.

Im here about the Henderson murder, Geoff said, tryin

o gauge Lewiss reaction.

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ewis replied, relaxing just a bit. Too bad about him, fam

must be all broken up.

You knew him? Geoff asked, looking for some tellta

ign that his questioning was headed in the right direction

News travels fast in a small town like this. Lewis offere

smile that was suspiciously similar to a smirk. Sarrying the wrench, he headed toward a late-model silv

oyota, sitting in front of the garage with its hood up.

Heard anything about whos involved? Geoff aske

ollowing a few steps behind.

Lewis glanced back at the deputy shadowing him. Eve

I did, what makes you think Id tell you? You think I wa

he Klan comin after me?

Geoff felt his professional composure slip. He kept h

oice even, but it took a lot of effort. I was hoping yo

would cooperate. Thats all.

Hope is such a sad word, aint it? Lewis laugheervously. Besides, thats all I know, so I am cooperatin.

Geoff gave Lewis a hard look, using his best attempt

fficial scorn. Then he turned and walked back to his ca

is fisted hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his unifor

ants. He spent the rest of the afternoon following on

ead-end lead after another. By five oclock, he had

migraine of gigantic proportions and wanted nothing mo

han to go home to his sweet wife. In spite of the pa

hudding against his skull, he decided to stop and pay

isit to Jill Henderson. He had known the Hendersons f

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lid the car to a stop along the curb in front of the fram

ouse. Taylor had kept the home in tiptop condition an

ad given it a fresh coat of white paint only last month. Th

oarded up picture window was a dim reminder of th

agedy that had occurred there the night before. Gettin

ut of his car, the Lieutenant walked up to the front porcnd rang the bell.

A few moments later, Jill opened the door, wearing

lack dress usually reserved for Sundays. She looke

urprised to see him. Geoff?

He noted the dark circles under her eyes and th

edness that always came from crying a lot. How are yo

olding up, Jill? He reached out and pulled her into

omforting hug.

After several seconds, she stepped back so he cou

nter the small tiled foyer. Come in, please.

I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for you and yoamily, Geoff said, taking a seat on the rose-patterned so

he had occupied the previous night.

Sorry for what? She looked down at him, her fac

tched with sorrow. You didnt take my husband away fro

me. I never dreamt the Klan would do something like th

We never bothered anybody. Why couldnt they have ju

eft us alone?

I dont know, Jill. I wish I had answers for you, h

eplied, wondering where the children were. The house wa

oo quiet. How are the kids taking it?

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Yeah, T.J. loved his daddy. Everywhere his daddy wen

.J. was right behind. Little Brianna is only three, so she

e okay. My mother has them right now.

Geoff didnt know how to comfort her, or what he cou

ay to make things better.

She turned back to him, tears shimmering in her eyets my son Im worried about. The boy is scared out of h

mind. He hates the fact that in two days, his daddy will b

ying in the ground. She dabbed at her tears with a clea

white handkerchief.

T.J. will be okay. Hes a tough kid. The boys at th

recinct and I will look after him, get him into football. That

what he wants to do.

Yes, that will help, I think. Jill gave him a questionin

ook. I know you didnt come just to see how we we

oing, she said, giving him a wan smile.

Youre right. I hate to put you through this again, but caou tell me what happened last night? Geoff aske

eaching into a jacket pocket for his notebook and pen.

Jill remained silent for so long that he began to think sh

adnt heard him. Finally she said, Taylor and I wer

elaxing before going to bed. We were both tired an

wanted to unwind a little. At around ten-thirty, we hear

omething a kind of whoosh in the front yard. Her brea

aught in a sob. Ill never forget that sound. The flame

ooked like something out of hell, an insult to the meaning

hat cross. Someone threw a rock through the living roo

window. There was glass everywhere, and Taylor went fois gun in the hall closet. He was barefoot, his poor feet c


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nd bleeding from all that glass.

Geoff saw the pain in her eyes as she forced herself

epeat the details so vividly imprinted in her brain, h

ands wringing the handkerchief into a tight knot.

After a moment, he prompted her. How many cars we

here?I saw at least two cars and a truck, she said softly.

Geoff wrote as she talked.

When I saw those vehicles out front, I woke the childre

ent them down the basement to the playroom, and locke

hem in, so they would be safe.

He looked up when she paused again, but after

moment, she went on.

Taylor grabbed his shotgun and told me to go to th

asement, too, but I refused. I got his rifle and loaded u

When I looked out the window again, I saw at least a doze

obes, and I think there was another car closer to thorch.

What can you tell me about the vehicles?

Her eyes closed a moment, as she visualized th

ightmare scene of the previous evening. A red Mustan

n old Chevy truck, and a station wagon, she replie

pening her eyes.

Color and make of the station wagon?

I think it was black or maybe dark blue, but I dont kno

what make it was, but it was old.

Okay. Go on, Geoff gently prodded.

They yelled for Taylor to come out, and when he didnhey started screaming about coming after me, saying the


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new where I worked. That upset Taylor and made hi

ngry.

Fresh tears flowed down her cheeks. I begged him n

o open the door, but he wouldnt listen, stubborn fool. H

red a shot over their heads to scare them, but they fire

ack. The sight of his body jerking when those bullets tonto him will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Geoff nodded, imagining the explosive scene. He knew

wouldnt do any good, but he asked anyway. Did yo

ecognize any of them?

I told you, their faces were covered, she said, moppin

er tears. If I knew who they were... Her face darkene

with anger, but her voice trailed off, as if she were afraid

nish the thought.

I dont think theyll bother you again, Geoff reassure

er. But if you have any more trouble, you call me. H

anded her his card. This is my cell number, he pointed he last number on the card, in case you cant reach me

he station.

I just dont understand why they killed my Taylor, sh

aid, tucking his card into the pocket of her black cotto

ress. He got along just fine with white folks.

Nobody can get along with the Klan, Jill, Geoff sai

ying to keep the anger out of his voice. He got up from th

ofa. I cant promise well catch them, but Im going to d

my damndest to bring those bastards to justice.

She rose, too, still clutching her sodden handkerchie

Thank you for stopping by, she said, walking him to thont door.


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Youll be in our prayers, he said. He held out his han

After a moment, she took it, but her eyes were fixed on th

ark stain that spread across the floor and onto the porc

he had scrubbed that area for an hour, but no matter wh

he used, the stain would not go away.

As he walked to the car, he heard the door close behinim. When he looked back at the house, he saw h

hadow behind a lace-curtained window near the door.

Driving home, he thought about Jills description of th

ehicles. There had been an old, dark blue station wagon

Ken Lewiss garage. Geoff decided to drive by the sho

gain, and made a sharp left at the next corner.

Lewis stood in front of his shop, talking to a large, broa

houldered man leaning against the same station wago

e had seen earlier. Hoping Lewis wouldnt notice, Geo

rove past at a normal speed, and then headed home.

The smell of roast beef and potatoes met him at the frooor, and his stomach growled as he went to find his wif

Rosie was in the kitchen; her tall, slim frame covered by

ed and white gingham apron over a red jersey dress. H

et-black hair was gathered back into its usual ponyta

eaving her cheeks warm and soft, as she waited for h

iss. He walked up and caught her in a gentle embrace.

Hey, honey, how was work today? she asked, turning

is arms to give him a peck on the lips.

Its been crazy, he said, pulling away to toss his unifor

acket over the back of a kitchen chair. This Henderso

murder is a mess. I stopped by to see Jill.I feel so badly for her and the kids. Hows she doing


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Rosie asked, moving past him to open the silverwa

rawer. She pulled out two place settings and laid them o

he counter top.

Geoff picked up the silverware and placed it on the tab

ext to the blue-flowered dinner plates. After helping h

wife put the food on the table, he sat in his chair. Sheaking it hard, but I think shell be all right.

Coming up behind him, Rosie bent down and placed h

rms around his neck. Would you like some dessert aft

inner?

Geoff inhaled the sweet fragrance of her perfum

njoying the warmth of her soft breasts as they presse

gainst him. He leaned back into her softness.

The onl dessert I want is ou, he murmured.


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Chapter Three

Two days after the Henderson murder, Geoff calle

Detective Danny Pummel, a good friend who worke

ndercover and was always ready to take on a ne

hallenge.

Hello? Danny growled into the phone, obviously a ma

isturbed too early in the morning for him to pretend civility

Hey, Danny. Its Geoff.

There was a pause. What the hell time is it?Geoff glanced at his watch. Seven a.m.

Danny groaned again and said, This better be good. It

my day off, and I didnt get to bed until two this morning.

It is, Geoff said. I want to talk to you about th

Henderson murder.

Right now? the other man mumbled.

Can you meet me at the Cypress Caf for lunch?

All right Danny sighed. Can I go back to sleep now?

Sure, you bum. Next time let Connie answer the phone

Geoff laughed, hanging up.

Geoff took a shower and dressed. The delicious aromf freshly made coffee met him as soon as he stepped in

he hallway. He went downstairs with a smile on his lips.

Rosie brought him a steaming cup as soon as he s

own at the kitchen table. So is today going to be busy

he asked, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

He returned the kiss, picked up the paper, and turned


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he sports section. Yep, pretty busy, he said.

She sat down opposite him, her brow furrowed. Promis

me something?

Mmm, Geoff muttered, not looking up.

Geoff! she said sharply, causing him to look up.

He noticed tears glistening in her soft hazel eyes anwas immediately contrite. What is it, baby?

I need you to promise me something.

Geoff set his cup and the paper down and reached f

er hand. What is it, Rosie? Why are you so upset?

She met his gaze, and a single tear slid down her chee

The Klan is nothing but a bunch of murderers. You have

romise youll be careful, Geoff. Promise me.

He squeezed her hand. I promise, honey. Im alway

areful. You know that. Im careful because I know you

waiting here for me, and I want us to be together until we

oth old and grey. What brought this on?With a tremulous smile, she brushed the dampness fro

er wet cheek and got up to give him a longer kiss. I lov

ou, baby, and I worry.

He stood and folded her into his arms. I love you, to

Rosie. Dont worry. I wont let the Klan do me in. When th

me comes to take them down, I wont be doing it alone.

On his way to work, Geoff swung by Ken Lewiss garag

He noticed that the dark blue station wagon was still sittin

ut front. It might be worth his while to find out who

elonged to. He pulled into the drive and parked next to it.

Lewis hurried around the back of the building as Geoot out of his car.


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Somethin I can help you with, Lieutenant? H

xpression spoke volumes, telling Geoff that he did not lik

osy cops coming around.

As a matter of fact, there is, Geoff replied, smiling.

ave a couple more questions I want to ask.

Lewis frowned. I told you before. I dont know nothibout no murder, he insisted, his voice rising.

Ill decide that for myself, Ken. Geoff turned and pointe

t the car sitting next to his. Is that your station wagon?

Lewis pushed his stringy dark hair away from h

orehead, revealing beads of sweat running down his brow

reckon it is. Why?

Your station wagon fits the description of a car seen

he vicinity of the Henderson house the night of the murde

Geoff gazed at Lewis intently, trying to browbeat

onfession out of him.

Lewis hesitated, as if thinking about what he could sawithout incriminating himself. Im sure I aint the only one

his town with a blue station wagon, he said.

Youre probably right, Geoff agreed. So why dont yo

ell me where you were between eleven p.m. and midnig

he night before last?

You tryin to blame me for that crime, Lieutenant? Caus

you are, I reckon Id better be callin my lawyer before

ay another word.

Geoff gave Lewis credit for his attempt to look innocen

ut he wasnt convinced. If youre innocent, then you don

ave anything to worry about, he answered quietly. At thmoment, Im not trying to pin the blame on anyone, ju


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onducting an investigation. But if you feel you need

awyer, then maybe I had best be taking a closer look

ou.

I dont know nothin about no murder, period. Why shou

care if some colored gets himself whacked? Lew

esponded belligerently. Its none of my business.I still need to know your whereabouts that night, Geo

nsisted.

Lewis glared at him with murder in his eyes. I was wi

he missus.

All night?

What, you think I went off to get me a little piece on th

ide after she fell asleep? Lewis challenged.

What time did you go to bed?

After the news, my wife will vouch for me. We went

ed together and stayed that way all night.

Mind if I confirm that with her?Go right ahead, Lewis replied nonchalantly. I aint g

othin to hide.

Okay, Geoff said, but Ill be keeping an eye on you.

He walked back to his car, his step quick and confiden

onvinced that Lewis and his station wagon were vit

ieces to the puzzle. He knew Kens wife would sa

whatever her husband wanted, so there was no point

uestioning her. The man was known to knock her aroun

om time to time, and she would do anything to avo

nother beating. The Lieutenant didnt blame her, but

meant he would have to find another way to prove thewis was involved up to the roots of his hair.


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When he arrived at the station, Geoff knocked on th

Chiefs door. At Waldrons abrupt command, he went in

he Chief sat at his desk, reading the newspaper an

ipping coffee. The department was a small on

ontaining the chief, a lieutenant, a sergeant, tw

etectives, and ten patrol officers. It was well suited to themall town.

Chief, I think Ive got a lead on the murder.

What do you have? Waldron dropped his paper on th

esk and motioned for the Lieutenant to sit.

Geoff dropped into the chair across from the Chie

Yesterday evening, I stopped by the Henderson place.

Hows Mrs. Henderson doing? the Chief aske

enuine concern in his voice.

Shes taking it real hard, but I think shell be okay.

wont be easy, raising two kids on her own while trying

arn enough money to support them, but some of the boynd I have a couple ideas to help out, especially with T.

And if I remember correctly, Taylor said he had a decent li

nsurance policy where he worked as well as a fai

ubstantial personal one. It should be enough, along w

what she earns from Mrs. Richards to keep them out of th

oor house.

Thats good to hear.

Geoff pulled a notebook from his pocket. I asked her

ew questions about the other night.

I hope you went easy on her.

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ew days, possibly wait till after the funeral, but I wanted h

o tell me what she remembered about that night and th

ars the Klan members used, while it was still fresh in h

mind.

Waldron nodded. What did you find out?

She saw an old Chevy pickup truck, a red Mustang, andark station wagon at the scene. She wasnt certain if th

wagons color was black or blue because it was parked s

hat the light from the burning cross didnt reach it.

Well, thats something, I guess, Waldron leane

orward.

I also stopped by Ken Lewiss garage. Geoff glance

cross the desk at the older man. Oddly enough, he own

dark blue station wagon.

Waldrons bushy white eyebrows moved upward. Wev

uspected he might be involved with the Klan for som

me. However, that isnt a positive I.D.Yeah, I know. Geoff didnt even have to think abo

whether or not Lewis was guilty. He was positive the ma

was heavily involved. He acted guilty. Started spouting o

bout calling a lawyer. As far as Im concerned, that mean

es got something to hide.

The Chief nodded. I agree. Innocent people usually don

tart screaming for a lawyer. Why dont you drive Mr

Henderson past his shop Monday morning, and see if sh

an identify the vehicle.

Okay, Chief. Geoff closed his notebook, ready to leav

ut Waldrons voice stopped him.About that old Chevy pickup, I might know who owns i


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he Chief said, but Im not positive.

Who? Geoff asked.

Waldron paused a moment. The doctor down on Fif

treet owns one like that.

Dr. James Corley? Geoff said, surprised. You thin

es in the KKK?The Chief shrugged. Im not sure of anything, but it mig

e worth your while to check it out. Just tread very carefu

with him. Hes a respected member of the community an

ertain people wont take it kindly if they feel hes bein

arassed.

Geoff flipped open his notebook, scribbled the name an

losed it with a snap as he stood up. Tomorrows M

Hendersons funeral, he reminded the Chief.

Waldron rose, too, his expression solemn. Ill be there

how my respect. At a time like this, Mrs. Henderson need

o know that the community stands behind her.As he headed out the door, Geoff stopped and looke

ack. Chief, Im meeting Danny Pummel for lunch today

iscuss the case. Is that okay with you?

The Chief reached for his hat. Its his day off. H

robably wont thank you for not waiting till he comes bac

n duty, but sure. Use whatever department personnel yo

eed to break this case. Maybe the two of you can come u

with something to help us stop these killings and put th

Klan out of business for good at least in this town.

God willing, Geoff said, his face grim, well figu

omething out.At a quarter till noon, Geoff headed for the Cypress Caf


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Danny, a thirty-seven-year-old detective with blond hair an

iercing blue eyes, already sat at a table drinking coffee.

I see you made it early, Geoff greeted him.

I see you finally made it, G. Danny rose to shakGeoffs hand, and then beckoned the waitress as they s

own. After Geoff ordered coffee, Danny leaned across thable and studied him for a long moment.

So what going on, G? Danny asked. You sounde

retty serious on the phone.

Geoff grinned. Im surprised you noticed, Dann

onsidering I woke you from your beauty sleep.

Aw, cut me some slack, G. This is supposed to be m

ay off. Whats up?

I think I have a lead in the Henderson case. Geo

miled. He was glad to be able to talk to someone beside

he Chief about what he had discovered. At least, it give

s somewhere to start looking.You think you can figure out who was involved? Dann

sked. Because if you can, I want to help you take thos

astards down.

Why not? Geoff smiled at the waitress when sh

rought his coffee, topped off Dannys cup, and took the

rder for burgers and fries. Mrs. Henderson gave me

ouple vehicle descriptions.

Thats not a whole lot to go on. Did anyone notice th

cense numbers? Any ideas about who was driving th

ars? Danny frowned when Geoff shook his head. Well,

his was easy, I guess we wouldnt need a policepartment, he said wryly.


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You know how it is. Even if the neighbors saw the who

hing go down and recognized the perps, they would be to

ightened to say anything.

Got anything solid? Danny picked up his cup an

ingerly sipped the hot brew.

No, but what else do we have to start with? Geoff stirreream into his cup before taking a drink.

Well, you might think Im crazy, Danny said, but he

me out. He glanced around the restaurant and turned bac

o Geoff. What we need is someone on the insid

omeone who blends in and can make them believe h

hinks the same way they do.

Geoff frowned. What are you getting at?

Danny leaned forward, lowering his voice. What if I we

o join the KKK?

Geoffs jaw dropped, and he barely noticed the waitres

etting their plates in front of them. When she left, he askeAre you out of your mind?

His friend picked up his hamburger and took a big bit

After chewing a few moments and then swallowing, he sai

ve been trying to uncover the KKK for years. You kno

hat.

I think youre nuts. Geoff shook his head. He picked u

is own burger. Wait till the Chief hears this.

Danny washed down his bite with a gulp of coffee. H

arefully set the cup on the table and gazed at Geoff wi

erious blue eyes. Thats not what I needed to hear, G

eed you to tell me I have your support. He wiped a dab mustard from his mouth with his napkin, adding, If


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ecome a member, maybe I can find out whos behind thi

nd we can stop them.

Silence stretched between them like a taut rubber ban

s they finished their meal.

Geoff knew Dannys plan made sense, but he couldn

llow his friend to place his life on the line. Still, what othhoice did they have? Having someone on the inside cou

reak the case wide open, and Danny and his Germa

eritage fit the bill perfectly. Geoff sighed, looking acros

he table.

All right, but youre going to have to be real careful an

ot mess up. Youre putting your life on the line. If you ca

et the evidence we need to expose them, we can sew th

ase up tight. But if they figure out it was you Geoff le

he rest of his sentence dangling.

I know. I know. Im dead meat, but G, what choice do w

ave?Youll have to clear it with the Chief first.

I wont mess up, Danny replied, his infectious grin bac

n place. And youcan tell the Chief.Why me? Geoff said.

Because youre closer to him and he listens to what yo

ave to say, Danny said. Although, Im not sure we shou

ell him. The less people know about it, the better.

He signaled for their bill, and after the waitress brought

ver. Danny pulled a few bills from his wallet and thre

hem on the table.

Lets go.Outside, they stopped next to Dannys silver Ford F-150


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How soon are you planning to do this? Geoff aske

uietly.

The sooner the better, Danny said, his voice tight wi

xcitement.

Geoff frowned. This isnt a game, you know.

Danny ran a hand through his longish blond hair, liftingff his forehead. I know, G. Trust me, will you?

All right. All right. Geoff shook his head, still trying

ome to terms with his friends idea. How do you plan

et in?

Well, I reckon Ill plant a few bugs in certain people

ars and wait to see what happens. Danny glanced aroun

efore turning back to Geoff. Believe me; someone wick up on it.

Like who?

Dr. Corley, for one, Danny replied.

Dr. James Corley? Geoff lifted an eyebrow, thinkinhat maybe the Chief had been right. You think he

nvolved with the Klan?

I would bet a years wages on it, Danny replied. Whe

person works undercover, he hears all kinds of thing

hings some people may not want you to know. He smile

f he isnt actually a member, I guarantee he knows who is

Geoff sighed. Hes been my family doctor for years. H

ever seemed racist; always treated Rosie and me n

ifferently than any of his other patients.

Thats the point, G. The smart ones never let the racis

neak out except when theyre with their Klan brothersGlancin at his watch, Dann said, Look, I have to


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oing. Ive got some errands to run thats going to take

ouple hours. If I dont start now, Ill never make it

Corleys office in time. I want to catch him before h

eaves.

Realizing his friend was determined to forge ahea

Geoff gave up. Okay. How do you suggest we meet?Danny slapped Geoffs shoulder. He glanced across th

ed of the pickup before opening the door. Ill call you, b

well have to stay under the radar. With that, he swung in

he drivers seat and waved as he drove away.

Geoff walked back to his car, unease prickling the bacf his neck.

At five p.m., Danny sat in his truck waiting for Dr. Jame

Corley to come out of his downtown office. When he sa

he doctor, dressed in his usual dark grey suit and whi

hirt, walk out the front door, he hopped out of his truck an

urried over, tucking his black Hard Rock Caf t-shirt inworn Levis.

Good evening, Dr. Corley. The doctor was an olde

man with a full head of white hair and cautious brown eye

Danny reached out to shake his hand.

Im sorry, young man, James Corley said, a slight frow

marring his haggard features as he shook Dannys hand.

ont believe I know you.

No, sir, you dont, but let me tell, Ive heard things, and

want you to know that I agree with you one hundre

ercent.

The other man pulled his hand away. One hundreercent on what? he asked, e ein Dann waril .


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I believe in a white America, Danny said, drawin

imself to his full 511 height. Its time to take back o

ountry, dont ya think? He purposely lengthened his draw

making his words broad and soft.

James Corleys eyes widened and he moved awa

walking hastily toward his white, late-model Cadillac. Sonont have the foggiest idea what youre talking about.

Danny followed him, careful not to get too close, b

nxious to make the right impression. Well, sir, I kno

here are others who believe as I do, but I just dont kno

where to find them.The doctor stopped at the door of the sedan and turne

o face Danny, as if trying to determine the sincerity of h

words. After several moments, he smiled. Boy, your

erious, arent you?

I surely am, Danny said firmly, and I want to do m

art.I might know someone who would be interested

peaking with you. Let me give you a number to call.

Corley reached into his briefcase and pulled out

usiness card and pen. He wrote a telephone number o

he back of the card and handed it to Danny. If you

erious and not just blowing smoke, call this number an

ollow the instructions youre given.

Danny took the card embossed with the doctors nam

ffice address, and phone number, and turned it over

ook at the number scrawled on the back. With a grin, h

ucked it inside the pocket of his jeans and offered his hanain.


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James Corley shook it and smiled, revealing brillia

white teeth. I hope you find what youre looking for, son.

When Danny arrived home at 5:30, his wife was foldin

aundry on the burgundy flowered living room sofa. He cou

mell the fresh scent of detergent and fabric softener an

eneath it, the aroma of baking bread.Umm, it smells good in here, he said, closing the do

ehind him. Come here, you.

Connie Pummel, his blonde-haired, blue-eyed wife

fteen years stood and said, You look awfully happy. D

ou have a good day? You didnt go into to work, did you?

He wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. Yes

nd no, but I took care of those errands you wanted me

un.

What did you do at work?

I didnt actually go into work. I met Geoff for lunch an

fter talking to him, I think the Henderson murder may golved after all. If we resolve this one, well have a hand

n the other murders and maybe stop this madness in i

acks. Danny dropped a kiss on her nose when sh

ooked up at him.

How? she asked, releasing him to return to her seat o

he couch.

Geoff and I came up with a great idea on how to uncov

he members of the Klan. He sat in the burgundy an

rown recliner across from her.

How? she asked again as an anxious look slid acros

er face.Danny knew the murders worried her. They gave h


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ightmares that usually ended with him being killed. Try a

e might, there was nothing he could do to relieve her fear

He could have kept his cases to himself, refusing to tell h

nything about them. However, Danny didnt like secre

etween them, and felt that withholding knowledge of h

ases would be no better than lying to her. Unfortunatelis current news wouldnt make her feel any better.

Im going to join the Klan, Danny announced, watchin

or her reaction. You know the old saying, if you cant be

em join em?

She dropped the socks she held and stared at him w

ightened blue eyes. Danny, are you crazy? Why wou

ou do something like that?

Danny left his chair to sit beside her, taking her clamm

ands in his. He wanted her to understand. Becaus

Connie, its the only way I can figure out whose involved an

ring them to justice.But what if they find out you arent who youre pretendin

o be? she asked, shuddering. You could be killed. The

what would happen to me? How could I ever go on witho

ou?

He leaned over to kiss her. Connie, you worry too muc

l be fine.

Oh, Danny, you and your stupid ideas, she said, her lip

embling. A tear slid down one pale cheek, landing on he

ink halter top. You think youre invincible, but youre no

One of these days, that cockiness is going to get yo

illed.He put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a gent


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hake. Connie, if police officers allowed fear to rule them

wed never catch the bad guys, and this madness wou

ever be over. He pulled her into his arms, and whispere

ainst her hair. Someone has to make them sto .


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Chapter Four

Taylor Hendersons funeral drew a large crowd peop

om his office, friends and neighbors, and sever

members of the Crystal Springs Police Department. Th

weather was hotter than normal for spring, and the humid

was off the scale.

Henderson was to be buried in one of the few remainin

lots in the small church cemetery. Row upon row

ombstones, some of which dated back a hundred and fifears, made it difficult for the mourners to find a place

tand without bumping into one of the ancient stone

tanding near Jill Henderson Geoff kept thinking abo

ames Corley, who had been his doctor since he was

ttle boy. Geoff liked him and trusted his judgment, but no

e felt betrayed because the man might be part of a grou

hat secretly hated him and others like him because of the

kin color. The more he thought about it, the more h

upported Danny in his attempt to unveil the society an

ring its members to justice.

The sobs of Taylor Hendersons family and friendistracted Geoff as the simple coffin was lowered into th

round. Reverend Butler said the closing prayer, and J

ropped a handful of dirt into the hole that beat a sad tatto

gainst the polished wooden casket. The minister offere

er a hand as she left, and she thanked him profusely f

is kind words about her husband. Jills two children clun


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o her black skirt as she headed for the waiting limo.

Geoff walked Chief Waldron to his Ford Crown Victori

nd climbed into the passenger seat so he could speak

im in private about Dannys idea.

Waldron looked at him expectantly, holding his keys

is hand.We might be closer to solving this murder than I though

Chief Geoff said in a quiet voice.

Waldron took a deep breath. How? he asked. Hav

ou received another lead?

No, but Danny has a plan that is going to break the cas

wide open. Geoff glanced through the windows at the are

urrounding the vehicle, making sure no one came clos

He needed to be certain that only the Chief heard his ne

uiet words. Hes going to join the Klan.

Join the KKK? Thats nonsense. The Chiefs keys f

om his hand and onto the floor of the car, but he didneem to notice. What if they find out hes a mole?

Well deal with it. Geoff shrugged. Think about it, Chie

Youve been trying to figure out who they are for years. A

ong as were in the dark about the members identity, we

ever be able to bring them to justice.

Waldron nodded, but he didnt look happy. Thats true

e conceded. However, I dont like placing Danny in such

angerous position.

This is the only way well ever be able find who belong

o the organization. Geoff glanced around again an

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I just think the two of you should be careful, thats al

Waldron said gruffly. I dont want to see any of my peop

urt.

Well be careful, Geoff said.

As Geoff got out of the car, Waldron added, One mo

hing.Geoff leaned back in for a moment, meeting the Chief

erious blue eyes with a smile. Chief, you always hav

one more thing. Whats this one?

The older man smiled at Geoffs comment. I just wante

o say good luck. Both of you make me mighty proud.

* * *

Sitting in his office at home, Danny stared at the card

is hand, and finally flipped his cell phone open to dial th

umber written on the back.

A man, whose voice he did not recognize, answereYes?

My name is Danny Pummel. Danny gripped the phon

ghtly, trying to sound casual and Southern. I got th

umber from a man named James Corley.

There was a long pause. He frowned. Maybe he ha

ialed the wrong number; maybe he had already sa

omething to tip the man off. This whole thing could turn o

o be the biggest mistake of his career. No, more tha

hat his life.

How can I help you? The man on the phone sounde

etached, and Danny shifted uncomfortably, wonderinow this would o down if he la ed it wron .


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Im interested in joining your organization. Danny we

or cool and not too eager.

What organization would that be?

Danny took a deep breath. Im a police detective, and

want to join the KKK. Danny filled his voice with fak

onviction.A detective? the other man said. Thats ve

nteresting. Providing I knew anything about the KKK, wh

would someone like you want to join? Youre one of th

eople trying to put the Klansmen in prison.

Listen, sir, Danny said, his tone harsh, the kind of wodo has opened my eyes to whats going on. Im tired

olored folk blaming their problems on racism and whi

eople, while they commit crimes and expect to get o

ecause we have racially profiled them. He added a touc

f sarcasm to the words.

A chuckle told him he had hit the mark.So what are you going to do about it, son? Th

uestion came quick and probing.

Ive had enough, sir, Danny answered fiercely. I want t

tand up against them. I want to show them were not goin

o take their crap any longer.

Silence reigned for several beats, before the man spok

gain. All right, calm down, Danny; I hear you. We need

alk. Can you come to my house out on Knick Roa

omorrow night?

Knick Road, Danny thought. Wow, this guy lives in th

ch part of town. The detective pulled his notepad over an


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icked up a pen. Yes, sir, he said. Give me an addres

nd time, and Ill be there.

The voice on the other end of the line gave him th

nformation he needed to meet with him the following nigh

Ill see you at seven, sir, Danny said, ready to hang up

The voice stopped him. Oh and Danny one mohing.

Whats that? Danny picked up the pen he had just s

own.

Dont tell a soul, the voice ordered. If I find out you

tringing me

Danny smiled. Im not stringing you, sir. I swear. See yo

omorrow. Thanks so much.

He punched the off button on his phone and tore th

age off his notepad, folding it carefully before slipping

nd his phone into his jacket pocket. Tomorrow nigh

hings would start rolling. Now all he had to do was breahe news to Connie.


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Chapter Five

Sunday morning, approximately twelve hundre

arishioners gathered in the beautiful brick church th

oused the Faith in Light Ministry. Reverend Charleutler gracefully stood before the mixed-race congregatio

miling down at them with no hint of prejudice. The stou

orty-five-year-old, was five-feet-eight inches tall wi

medium brown hair that was beginning to grey at th

emples. A confirmed bachelor, who primarily focused ois church and its members, he commanded the respect

oth his congregation and the community in general.

After the services were over, Reverend Butler went in

is paneled study and planned the KKKs budget report f

heir next meeting, which would take place that night. Th

Klan budgeted money for firearms and wood and a

easurer, he made sure they were well prepared for an

ituation, keeping the supplies hidden in a small room

ocated in the basement of the church. At twelve-thirty th

fternoon, his phone rang.

Charlie, its me. James Corley didnt even bother to saello.

The Reverend smiled, amused by Corleys officious ton

Good afternoon, James. What can I do for you?

I wanted to let you know we have a visitor coming

onights meeting. Ive checked him out and didnt fin

nything derogatory. If the guy is legit, he could be a ve


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aluable member. Corley sounded like he expected a

rgument.

Thats fine, Reverend Butler said as he carefully wro

ach figure on his budget sheet, including the late

hipment of wood. Did you need me to do something,

hould I just warn everyone to play it close?A snort sounded across the line. Theyll know not to blu

ut anything important. I just wanted to let you know

ecause I want to bring up recruiting, before he arrives. W

eed more believers.

Finding believers is my business, the Reveren

aughed. I think were doing just fine, but we can discuss

you like.

I told him to come a half hour after the meeting starts.

Charles Butler smiled. Okay. Ill see you tomorrow

ames.

* * *

At six-thirty on Sunday evening, Geoff called Danny

ee if hed had any luck. Did you find anything?

You could at least say hi, G. Dannys grin came acros

he air waves along with his words. Hey, you wouldn

elieve who Im going to see tonight.

Who?

Judge Mathew Stephens, Danny replied after

ramatic pause.

Really? Did he tell you who he was?

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bout my finding out who he is.

I knew it, Geoff said, slapping his hand against the to

f the kitchen table. I cant help wondering just how many

ur so-called esteemed citizens are members as well.

Im going to see the judge tonight, Danny answere

Maybe even meet a few of the Klan members.Wow! That was fast.

I told Corley Im a cop.

Was that wise? Geoff asked, sounding worried.

Sooner or later they were bound to find out. I figured

would be better to tell them right from the beginninOtherwise, they might realize that Im working undercove

ut if I let them know everything up front, they wont pan

when they check me out.

Geoff frowned. As far as he was concerned, things we

moving a little too fast, but that was probably what the

eeded. Makes sense, he said. Just be careful.I will, Danny promised. Id better get going, okay?

Sure, Geoff replied. Call me when you get back.

As he hung up the phone, Geoff wished he could go an

over Dannys back, but Danny was a good cop. He wou

e all right. Subconsciously, Geoff crossed his fingers, ju

ke he used to do when he was a kid.

As Danny drove to the meeting, he tried to control h

nxiety. This was the case of a lifetime, and he sure as he

idnt want to blow it. It also was the first time he had ev

isited Judge Stephens home, an impressive Victoria

with a gingerbread wrap-around porch. He drove down thrivewa , lined with statel Autumn Blaze Ma le trees an


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Danny sat down, schooling his expression into one

nterest to hide the shock he felt by the identities of the me

round him. To his right was Dean Frances, owner

rances Lunch and Deli Shop. Next to Dean was Howa

Young, a mid-thirties stockbroker who worked in the sam

ffice as Taylor Henderson. He probably was the one whad fingered Taylor to his cronies. Danny wondered

Young had wanted Hendersons promotion and set him s

hat the Klan could remove him from the picture. Geoff ha

mentioned that, according to rumors circulating around th

rm, Young was favored as Hendersons replacementanding near the fireplace was Robert Hemming, a cle

t the courthouse, and Bobby Robichaux, the local barber

Danny was dumbfounded to see Reverend Charle

utler to his left, casually dressed in black pants and a lig

lue shirt. His collar was like a slap in Gods face, defyin

he commandments Thou Shall not Kill and Love ThNeighbor. Ken Lewis sat next to Reverend Butler, a bealfway to his mouth. The last two were strangers to Dann

He would later learn that their names were Chris Thibodau

nd Sky Frances, Deans younger brother.

Thank you all for coming, Mathew said. Id like ntroduce Danny Pummel.

Danny acknowledged their greetings with a nod.

Dannys a local detective here in Crystal Springs, wh

as seen firsthand, the crimes and atrocities committed

he coloreds. I feel he would be a great addition, becaus

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move forward.

The Judge gave Danny a fatherly smile befo

ontinuing. You will need to attend four meetings befo

fficially becoming a member.

The Detective nodded, making a mental note

veryone in the room while the Judge continued. Danooked at each face in turn, wondering what they we

oing in the middle of an organization that killed peop

hey didnt like just to make a point racism at its finest.

Were here tonight because we believe that white me

ave the right to be free of blacks, who seem to have take

ver our country, sabotaging our jobs and livelihoods, eve

ur politics, Judge Stephens said, drawing himself to h

ull six feet to address the group. We have a right to fe

afe and secure in our homes, and we shouldnt have

olerate gangs and gangstas made up of illiterate black

oo lazy to work, he spat distastefully. Its time we put then their place. White folks should not have to listen to th

ound of ghetto music. Its ugly and filled with fo

uggestions that poison our childrens minds. Why hell,

ant even be called music, just some stupid guy talking

hyme to a beat. No real talent there.

Danny shifted in his chair, suddenly uncomfortable wi

what he was hearing, but he knew he had to play along s

s not to arouse suspicion. The men around him stirre

eads nodding and whispered assents fluttering around th

oom. Danny followed suit.

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each them than the sons of Almighty God, the fairest of th

uman race? We are those men.

He ended his speech with a flourish, raising his voice

cho back from every corner of the large room. Several

he men jumped to their feet, echoing his gesture of milita

eedom, fisted hands raised.Danny nodded and forced his expression into

etermined, agreeable look as he watched and foug

ack the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him, unab

o believe such views still existed, but he raised his fist, to

We need to work on our next mission, Mathe

ontinued. Our new target is a man named Charlie Collin

he owner of Charlies Bakery.

A murmur went through the room.

Whats Collins been doing? Luke Fields asked. H

lways towed the line in the past, for the most part.

Hes been opening his mouth about who he thinks omembers are, Mathew growled. A week from th

Wednesday, well show him Gods plan. Well burn h

akery first, then ride out to his house and show him th

ue light of the cross. But this time, I dont want anybod

oing any shooting. Is that clear? We dont need any mo

ead bodies riling up the police.

I heard his daughters a lawyer in Jackson, Luke sa

ooking a bit nervous.

That doesnt matter; he needs to be taught a lesson

Mathew replied with an easy smile. He barely waited for th

ocalized assent before he went on. Now, lets discuss oudget. Charlie, where do we stand, money-wise?


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The Reverend stepped forward and read aloud from th

apers in his hand. Weve got a budget of five thousan

ollars. Its dues time again for you official members. Th

money goes to the buy the supplies we need for our work.

Danny looked on as the members formed a line in fro

f Charles. When Luke Fields finished paying, he walkeack and took a seat next to Danny. So, Danny, what d

ou think of our meeting so far?

Im excited to be here, Danny replied, and anxious

ecome an official member.

Good for you, Luke nodded, grinning. We could us

more fine upstanding young men such as yourself.

After they returned to their seats, Mathew addressed th

members once more. This meeting is adjourne

Remember, our next get-together will be a week from toda

t 8:00 p.m. Well gather here again. It will be an importa

ne, so dont forget.There was a flurry of movement as everyone heade

oward the door.

When Danny stood, Mathew called him over. He

Danny, Id like to speak with you a moment before yo

eave.

Danny paused, turning to where the judge leaned again

he carved marble fireplace. He stood with one hand tucke

nto his pants pocket, the picture of Southern gentility.

Yes, sir? Danny walked over to the older man, feelin

he beginning of a nervous sweat. Did they suspect hi

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What did you think of what we had to say?

Danny smiled, resisting the urge to wipe his brow. He ju

ad to appear calm, and everything would be fine. I agre

00% and cant wait till the next meeting. He kept his voic

alm, cautiously enthusiastic.

The other man straightened and stepped closeropping an arm across Dannys shoulders. So you s

want to join?

It looked like they were going to let him in, as long as h

idnt blow it. Of course I do. Im surprised by the membe

ou have some of the finest men in our fair city. I a

onored to become a part of your organization.

Mathew smiled and slapped him on the back as the

walked toward the front door. This is an honorable societ

on. Be proud of who you are. We represent whi

American pride. Theres nothing wrong with wanting to b

eparate from the coloreds and other infidels in the worlven the Bible supports us.

He stopped just short of the entrance and offered h

and. We are doing Gods work, son, lending a helpin

and, you could say. Join us and you will be blessed.

I will, Judge Stephens, Danny said with a proud smil

Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

Danny shook Mathews hand and headed for his truc

hinking about the meeting and its members. In two sho

ours, his whole life had changed. As he turned the key, h

watched the taillights of the departing cars, and shook h

ead. Many of those men were community leaders he hance respected. People he had never imagined cou


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ommit such foul atrocities.

As soon as he got home, Danny retrieved his Wireles

RF Signal Detector that he used to locate hidden bugs an

ameras and carefully checked every room of the hous

He had purchased the device with his own money, becaus

he police departments budget did not have a lot of fundor extras. The Detective figured he could use it as a ta

eduction, but more importantly, it was a vital piece

quipment that had saved him from blowing his cover o

more than one occasion.

Danny suspected that sometime, when he and his wi

were both away from home, the Klan might take th

pportunity to plant a few bugs and listen in to make su

is views at home were the same as the ones h

xpressed at the meeting. Connie had been at Bible stud

or part of the evening, and he did not want to take an

hances. If they had bugged the house, he wanted to knobout it. After assuring himself that the place was clean, h

alled Geoff, using a throwaway cell phone. The number h

unched in was for another throwaway the Lieutenant ke

or occasions such as these. Neither man dared to use h

egular cell or their personal land lines. It might be illegal f

rdinary citizens to tap a phone line, but that never kept th

etermined ones from doing it, and he believed that ov

he next four weeks, the Klan would be carefully listening

verything he had to say.

After two rings, Geoff answered the phone.

That you, Danny?Hey, I made it back and have an official invitation to jo


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he KKK. You wouldnt believe who attended tonight.

Who? Geoff asked, grabbing a pen and his trus

otebook.

Mathew Stephens is their leader, Danny answered, st

nable to believe it. He heard the sound of Geoffs pe

cratching against paper as he wrote.Who else? Geoff asked.

Danny recited the list of names he had memorize

eeling nausea rise in his throat once more as he thoug

bout these men committing murder men he had onc

elieved were law abiding citizens.

You mean to tell me that Reverend Butler is als

nvolved in this? Geoff asked incredulously. And I eat

Dean Francess deli at least three times a week.

Yeah, I know. By the way, they have more cross burning

lanned. Charlie Collins is next on the list. Danny frowne

ooking up to see Connie standing in the kitchen doorwaer hand covering her mouth and a horrified expression o

er face. He motioned her to sit while he finished h

onversation.

Are you sure about that? Geoff asked. We have

warn him.

Im positive. Ill find out the details and let you know, b

we have to be careful how we handle this. If the Kla

iscovers that its intended targets are suddenly bein

warned, theyll know Im the one doing it, he said, glancin

ver at his wife. Theyll be meeting again next Sunday

ight p.m.I cant believe it, Geoff growled into the phone. Ill l


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Chief Waldron know first thing in the morning.

Fine, Danny agreed, Just remember, we cant let th

nformation leak out, or itll blow my cover for sure.

I know, but I have to warn Charlie so he can figure o

what he wants to do. Geoff sounded tired and dispirite

nd Danny hated hearing that sound in his friends voice.You do that. Take care. Ill call as soon as I have mor

nformation, Danny said. Well have to be very caref

were not seen together outside of work until this is ove

he last thing I want them to learn is that were friends.

ould bring a lot of hurt down on you and your family.

It might be a good idea if you let some disgust cree

nto your expression and voice whenever were see

ogether in public.

Except for when were in the presence of the oth

fficers; I dont want them wondering whats going on.

hey spoke of it outside the precinct, and the right persoot wind of the change in our relationship, the difference

ttitude might trigger even more suspicions. This way

sked, I can say that I have to hide it at work becaus

oure my superior, Danny concluded.

Danny boy, Im proud of you. Geoffs praise cam

uietly. You take care of yourself.

Danny hung up the phone and walked to where Conn

was huddled in the chair opposite him. He drew her up an

nfolded her in a comforting embrace, whispering so

words of love against her cheek.

After a few moments, she pushed him away. Tell moure not going back, Danny, she demanded, fear in h


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yes.

He looked down at her and sighed. Im sorry. I can

romise that, sweetheart. This is something I have to d

hey gave me a number to call, and I went to a meetin

onight, he said, gently wiping her face with his fingers.

ound out whos in charge.Connie pushed his hand away, looked up and aske

Who? Who is the monster leading that pack of rab

mongrels?

Mathew Stephens.

The judge? She was as shocked as if he had just to

er that the President of the United States was a Chines

Communist.

Danny nodded. Can you believe it?

Oh, my God, Danny, she whispered. You cant go afte

omeone like him. The mans too powerful. Youll b

murdered for sure. Connie stepped back, left the roomnd stood at the kitchen sink, but even at this distance, h

ould see that her lips were trembling.

You cant do this to me, Danny, she said angrily, he

ands clenching into fists. I do not want to open my do

ome day to find one of your police friends on the doorste

elling me youre dead.

He moved toward her, but she held up her hand, and h

topped. He didnt know how to explain how his world wa

alling apart, now that he knew that some of the people h

ad thought of as friends were actually enemies

verything he believed to be right and just. He needed ho be there for him, but at the same time, realized that h


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ad to be there for her, too.

Connie, Ill promise you this, he declared, his voic

onfident. I will make it through this, and I will stop thes

men from murdering anyone else. He looked at he

leadingly. I have to do this, for the people who hav

lready died, and those who are yet to become victims hese madmen. Somebody has to stop them, and I have th

ght color of skin to do it. Besides, I cant back out now.

would cause too much suspicion.

Connie stared at him, tears filling her blue eyes, as sh

an to him and wrapped her arms around his ches

queezing tight.

Danny tightened his arms around her, murmuring again

er soft blonde hair, Its going to be all right.

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Chapter Six

Good morning, Hannah. I just brewed a fresh pot

offee. Want a cup? Deborah Collins asked as she stirre

crambled eggs in a pan on the stove.

No, Ma. Im fine, Hannah answered, sitting down at th

able tucked into the breakfast nook of the large kitche

m trying to limit my caffeine intake.

The older woman turned to look at her daughter, h

rown eyes showing surprise. Since when, girl?Since now, Hannah jokingly replied as she picked u

er napkin and deposited it in her lap. I hate Mondays, an

he knuckleheads I deal with only make it worse.

Your father and I sent you to a good school so you cou

make something of yourself. Now you get paid dece

money to deal with those kinds of people, her mother sai

ishing up the food. She set a plate of grilled ham, egg

nd toast in front of Hannah. You sure look nice in that ne

lue suit, very professional.

Thanks, Ma. Hannah sighed, reaching for her fork. Sh

ook a bite of eggs, and smiled at her mother, noticing horetty she looked this morning. Her gray hair was caught u

n a bun at the back of her neck with feathery tendr

troking her high cheek bones. She touched her own da

air, smoothed back into a business-like chignon.

That Williams boy called for you last night. Her moth

rought her own plate of food to the table and sat down.


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motioning him to take a seat on the chintz couch as sh

erched on the arm of a matching chair, folding her hand

n her lap. What brings you out this way?

Geoff leaned forward, elbows on his knees, finge

wined together. After a deep breath, he said, I have som

nformation about the Klan.Her face fell, making her look older than her sixty-tw

ears. Oh my, I hope they arent planning more trouble.

Geoff opened his mouth, but before he could sa

nything further, Charlie Collins walked in with his han

xtended. The Lieutenant rose and shook it. With a nod, hat again, and Charlie settled himself into the chair his wi

ad vacated as she headed for the kitchen.

With his short, curly gray hair still damp from the showe

Charlie Collins gave Geoff an inquisitive look. Th

ieutenant had known the family since he was a bo

Charlie had coached his little league team. The man lookemuch older now, his sturdy body a bit heavier, and h

movements a tad slower.

Charlies eyes glittered with intelligence. What bring

ou out here this morning?

There really wasnt a good way to say it, so Geoff tookeep breath and said, Mr. Collins, Ive come this mornin

o warn you about the KKK. He looked directly into th

lder mans hazel eyes. Theyre targeting you and yo

akery, and its going to be soon.

A crash made both men turn around. Deborah stood

he doorway, a plate of ham, eggs and toast broken into mess at her feet.


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What? she asked, her face turning a sickly pale shad

What did you say? Why us? We mind our own busines

nd never bother anybody.

Ive had that bakery for fifty years. They never objecte

o it before. Why now? Charlie asked.

Geoff jumped to his feet and hurried over to Deboraaking her arm and gently guiding her to the sofa. Im sor

o break it to you so bluntly, but according to my informan

hey plan to burn the bakery, and then come here. H

eturned to the kitchen doorway and knelt down to clean u

he mess.Are you sure? Charlie asked.

I wish I could say no that it was only speculation, b

my informant said they are planning to do it a week fro

Wednesday, Geoff replied reluctantly.

Who are these people? Anger and fear warred in th

lder mans voice.Geoff glanced at him, realizing that Charlie was lookin

or answers he did not have. We dont really know, b

were hoping to find out very soon, he told Charlie. In th

meantime, Im going to arrange for police surveillance o

he shop and protection for your family.But I have to work. I cant just close up the business an

ide in a corner. I have a responsibility to my employee

nd my clients, and what about my daughter? How am

upposed to protect her? Charlies eyes moistened. H

wife hurried to his side, settling on the arm of the chair onc

more as she slid an arm behind him and rubbed his bacHe atted her le absentmindedl .


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Ill be checking on Hannah at the courthouse, Geo

aid, the rest of the time, be careful and keep your eye

pen, okay?

His expression troubled, the older man nodded. I don

nderstand why they would do such a thing.

Geoff didnt know what to tell him, or how to promisCharlie that things wouldnt get out of hand, but it was th

est he could do for now. I dont understand either, but w

eeded to warn you and offer some kind of protection.

I cant listen to this, Deborah said. Taking the broke

late and food debris from Geoffs hands and heading inhe kitchen.

Charlie nodded, still frowning. Thanks, Geoff. He stoo

p. Ill be damned before I let them burn down everythin

ve worked so hard for, he said defiantly.

Geoff brushed his hands together. Please tell Hannah

e careful as well. He held out his hand.Charlie stood and firmly shook the Lieutenant hand.

We certainly will, Mrs. Collins said, standing in th

itchen doorway once more. Im not going to let anyon

arm our baby.

Good, Geoff said, smiling. Ill be back to check on yo

have to head over to the station and talk to the Chief.

Charlie walked him to the door. You take care now

Geoff, and thanks.

One more thing, Mr. Collins.

Whats that?

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Hmm, the Chief murmured, looking thoughtful. So he

eally serious about this?

You bet he is.

Waldron nodded, his bright blue gaze was inquisitiv

What did he find out?

The meeting was at the home of Mathew Stephens, whs the head of the whole thing, Geoff said.

You mean our Judge Mathew Stephens? Waldro

ooked incredulous as he drummed the end of his pencil o

is desk.

The same, Geoff said, and theres more.The Chief leaned back in his chair expectantly.

James Corley, Dean Frances, and Luke Fields are als

nvolved, to name a few.

The Chief sat up straight. Wow, you boys did a great jo

etting names so quickly.

Geoff grimaced. And who is the pastor of your church?Reverend Charles Butler, the older man slowly replie

is eyes narrowing. Why?

Well, you can add him to the list, as well, Geoff sai

Hes the treasurer.

Well Ill be damned, Waldron said, opening h

otebook and licking the end of his pencil befo

roceeding to write. He paused and stared at Geo

These are all respected men of the community. I

hocked to say the least. It wont be easy taking the

own, especially the judge. Anything else?

The Lieutenant gave him the rest of the names and saiYes. The re lannin their next attack a ainst Charl


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Collins and his bakery.

If we want to make a good case, we almost have

atch them at the scene of the crime. The Chief laid h

encil down. Any suggestions?

Until Danny goes to the next meeting, we wont kno

nything more, Geoff said, rolling an idea around in head. Maybe we should arrest them at their next meetin

Danny could wear a wire and once theyve incriminate

hemselves...

Chief Waldron frowned. You know better than tha

Geoff. Its a free country. We cant arrest them for going tomeeting, even if it is the Klan. We need proof. Besides, it

oo easy to detect a wire these days, even though some

hem are as small as a button or made up to look like a pe

r some other inconspicuous item. Theres plenty of mone

n that group. I wouldnt put it past them to have bu

etectors in place to check their members, especially thew ones. Why some of them detecting gizmos are a

mall as a cell phone. One of them could put it in h

ocket, and set it to go off silently if it detects something.

hey suspect Danny of wearing a bug, they wouldnt thin

wice about killing him and dumping the body in th

wamps for gator food.

We could expose them in the newspapers, Geo

uggested. Let people know who they are. It would make

retty difficult for them to operate. Their operation relies o

ecrecy. Take that away, and it would be like pulling th

eeth on a bobcat.Waldron looked u . Its too soon. A leak to the a e


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would practically scream that were on to them. Maybe

would shut them down, or maybe they would just get a fe

Klan members from another area to handle things for them

ither way, I want to do more than just stop them. I wa

hem to pay for killing those innocent men.

So do I, Chief. Finding enough evidence to put theway for those murders is going to be difficult, unless w

an nail the weakest link and get him to rat out the others.

I wouldnt hold my breath. Lets just see what Dan

nds out at the next meeting before we make any plans o

ow to take them down.

Geoff turned to go, but stopped. Chief?

Yeah? The older man glanced up again, still frowning.

The Collins family is going to need protection. The Kla

snt supposed to go after them until a week fro

Wednesday, but you never can tell. Geoff held up tw

ngers. Two units ought to do.Thing is, if the Klan sees were providing protectio

heyre gonna suspect that Danny spilled the beans.

I dont want anything happening to Danny, but we can

llow those murdering bastards to destroy the Collin

velihood and possibly their lives, too, Chief. Now that w

now what the Klan is planning, we have to take measure

o protect these folks.

I realize that. I just dont know how were going to pull

ff without blowing Dannys cover. Ill think of something. I

ot allowing another decent family to become victims i

an help it.What are you going to do?


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Chapter Seven

Hannah Collins decided to stop by the Tiger Lounge for

ate lunch. It was an upscale night club that, even at th

arly hour, was fairly packed with customers, looking f

ood music to listen to as they enjoyed a tasty lunch.

orner-shaped bar made of beach wood, with matchin

ertical barstools that had upholstered seats in bur

range, occupied the left front corner of the room. Roun

each wood tables, chairs, and booths took up two-thirdf the room, and the remaining area was filled with a stag

entered against the back wall with flashy lighting an

cor, and a dance floor.

With a cheeseburger on order and a glass of co

emonade in front of her, Hannahs day didnt seem quite s

ad.

Kenneth Williams, the local musician her mother ke

ying to fix her up with, spotted her and carried his drin

om the bar to join her.

What brings you here, Hannah? Kenneth pulled out

hair and sat down without an invitation. He was casuaressed in the half-buttoned black silk shirt and blac

eather pants he had made his signature outfit.

Hi, Ken, she said, studying his handsome features. Sh

elt he was almost too pretty to be a man.

You look absolutely beautiful this afternoon, he sai

ashing perfectly even white teeth.


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n a man. Why couldnt she just accept it? Knowing sh

idnt have an answer, she left her partially eaten sandwic

nd enough money to cover the bill plus a tip on the tab

nd made a hasty escape, giving him a brief nod

cknowledgement as she headed for the door.

It was a quarter to two, but she really didnt want to gack to the office. Mondays always wore her out. Instea

he drove to a small nearby lake situated off Knick Road.

ice, refreshing swim might help her feel like her life wasn

otally off track.

* * *

Mathew Stephens left his office early to go fishing. H

topped by his house to change into faded blue jeans an

light blue cotton shirt that had seen better days. Gatherin

is fishing equipment, he headed outside. The h

fternoon sun cast a shadow before him as he crossed tharden behind his home, complete with several species

eautiful roses, hand-crafted, white cedar, lattice-wo

rbors, trellises, and a gazebo, partially shaded b

magnolia and pecan trees. Leaving the garden he walke

cross the manicured lawn, and then followed a well-woath through a field toward the lake, where he and h

randfather used to fish.

Bees buzzed lazily in the June heat, tasting the swe

ectar of wildflowers and Black-eyed Susans as they fle

long the path he had chosen. He waved one away as

ew near his face, pulled a beat-up ball cap from his bac


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ocket, and settled it firmly on his head. Long before h

eached the lake, his shirt grew damp and clung to his ski

nd sweat stung his eyes.

As he approached the mangrove and long needled pin

ees that surrounded the lake like tall sentinels, he hea

plashing, and stopped just out

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