Chapter 2: The Dream Angel: Author: James P. Thomas, Jr.
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Chapter 2: The Dream Angel: Author: James P. Thomas, Jr.
CH. 2
Ophelia was lying in bed watching television during their whole conversation. She laid there on top of her silk sheets and under her satin quilted matching blanket with matching pillow covers staring at the ceiling. In front of her was a 42 inch wall mounted television. She had a spacious bedroom and to the left side of her was the desk with her computer, monitor and keyboard all hooked up to the television with surround sounds to give it that quality theatre sound. Next to that she had two big bean bags with footrests in front of them with small tables next to each bean bag to set drinks and other accessories on.
Thoughts began flowing through Ophelia’s mind about tasks that was asked of her. As she stared at the ceiling, Ophelia thought about the things that David had told her, but still didn’t believe anything significant would help him with the literature he wanted her to look up on the internet.
“Why does he want his Aunt Nikki to do research on a convict who’s having bad dreams,” Ophelia thought.
Knowing her man and hearing the exhaustion and seriousness in his voice, Ophelia knew that he was serious so she reached over to the night end table and turned the lamp on. She grabbed her cell phone and began to scroll down her contact list to get Nikki’s number. She pressed the send button and the phone on the other line began to ring.
“Nikki’s Private Eye Investigative Corp, Vanessa speaking, how can I help you?”
“Hi you doing Vanessa, this is Ophelia. Nikki’s nephew David needs me to talk to her about something that’s very important. Is she available?”
“Hold on. Let me see if she’s still in her office.”
Vanessa paged Nikki and she answered the phone.
“Ha Vess.”
That’s a nickname Nikki gave Vanessa for short.
“You have a call on line one.”
“Do you know who it is and what they want?”
“It’s Ophelia. She says your nephew David has something important he wants her to relate to you.”
“Thanks Vess, I got it.”
Nikki hangs up the phone and answers line 1.
“Hi you doing Ophelia. David hasn’t gotten into any trouble has he?”
“No Nikki, actually your nephew has a buddy in prison name Andrew Lighthorse. He says he have these nightmares every night while he’s fighting something in his sleep and pleading for his life. He also says it is very cold at night and Andrew is always sweating in his sleep.”
“So what does he want me to do?” Nikki asked.
“He wants you to do a background check on this Mr. Lighthorse and see what he is in prison for. When I spoke to him he really sounded a little stress and tired from restless nights. He also said Andrew has a lot of dream catchers around his bed and he thinks this is what’s causing the bad dreams. Andrew’s cell mate number is 44455-000 if you need it David said.”
Business wasn’t very good for Nikki right now and Vanessa was a loyal friend who stuck by her side and handled all her clerical duties until business could pickup. Nikki couldn’t afford a classy or big office. She resided in Michigan on the outskirts of Detroit off 8 Mile on Shiawassee in the 48219 zip code area. Her office was located on Livernois and 8 Mile, next to the post office across the street from Bakers Lounge, a rhythm, blues and jazz club. The office wasn’t very big, but she didn’t need a lot of space since she didn’t have a lot of clients.
The front part of her office where Vanessa took her calls, scheduled appointments, and did other clerical duties was only 12x12 feet. Behind Vanessa’s desk was a door, which connected to Nikki’s office, which was only 15x15 feet. She had her desk across from the door straight ahead on the other side of the room away from the wall with enough space for an office chair to sit there so she could be facing towards the entrance. On the right side of her desk, she kept a file cabinet where she stored her files. On the left side in the corner, there was a bouquet of flowers hanging from the ceiling in a flower vase. When you walk through the door of Nikki’s office, to your right you’ll see a 42 inch flat screen television with surround sounds. To your left you’ll see a projector screen rolled up that she used when dilating her cases and next to that was a big black chalk board, in case she needed to draw out crime scenes and maps etc… She kept the television on news channels to keep up with what was going on in the world.
While Ophelia was explaining all what was going on with her nephews cell mate Andrew, there was a news bulletin that came on.
“Hi, I’m Carla Lewis coming to you live from WJPT Worldwide News with some shocking information. Authorities have said they have solved the cases for six of the missing children’s reports. What’s so tragic about the whole situation is that none of the children survived by the hands of their abductor. The puzzling part is that the abductor died in his sleep minutes before authorities arrived. No one knows the causes of deaths. Authorities aren’t linking any information or names until the victims are identified. This is Carla Lewis. Tune in at 6 p.m. at WJPT Worldwide News for more updates on this sad and devastating crisis.”
“Nikki. Hello. Nikki, are you still there?” Ophelia asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m still here. I was just watching the news. Have you heard anything about the missing children?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know, but the guy who abducted these children was found dead in his sleep minutes before authorities got there with no identifiable cause of death.”
“So what does this means? Will you be able to help David?” Ophelia asked.
Nikki thought about the abductor who died in his sleep and thought about all the things Ophelia had just told her. Nikki puffed on her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray next to her computer.
“Yeah,” Nikki answered. Nikki paused for a second. “I’ll check into this guy Andrew Lighthorse, and what did you say his inmate number was?”
“It’s 44455-000. Thanks Nikki. Andrew is supposed to be calling me back in the morning to see if you could help him out.”
“I’ll get back with you and let you know what I’ve found out.”
“Thank you Nikki. Thanks a lot.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be getting back in touch with you. Talk to you later.”
Both parties hung up.
Ophelia was lying in bed watching television during their whole conversation. She laid there on top of her silk sheets and under her satin quilted matching blanket with matching pillow covers staring at the ceiling. In front of her was a 42 inch wall mounted television. She had a spacious bedroom and to the left side of her was the desk with her computer, monitor and keyboard all hooked up to the television with surround sounds to give it that quality theatre sound. Next to that she had two big bean bags with footrests in front of them with small tables next to each bean bag to set drinks and other accessories on.
Thoughts began flowing through Ophelia’s mind about tasks that was asked of her. As she stared at the ceiling, Ophelia thought about the things that David had told her, but still didn’t believe anything significant would help him with the literature he wanted her to look up on the internet.
“Why does he want his Aunt Nikki to do research on a convict who’s having bad dreams,” Ophelia thought.
Knowing her man and hearing the exhaustion and seriousness in his voice, Ophelia knew that he was serious so she reached over to the night end table and turned the lamp on. She grabbed her cell phone and began to scroll down her contact list to get Nikki’s number. She pressed the send button and the phone on the other line began to ring.
“Nikki’s Private Eye Investigative Corp, Vanessa speaking, how can I help you?”
“Hi you doing Vanessa, this is Ophelia. Nikki’s nephew David needs me to talk to her about something that’s very important. Is she available?”
“Hold on. Let me see if she’s still in her office.”
Vanessa paged Nikki and she answered the phone.
“Ha Vess.”
That’s a nickname Nikki gave Vanessa for short.
“You have a call on line one.”
“Do you know who it is and what they want?”
“It’s Ophelia. She says your nephew David has something important he wants her to relate to you.”
“Thanks Vess, I got it.”
Nikki hangs up the phone and answers line 1.
“Hi you doing Ophelia. David hasn’t gotten into any trouble has he?”
“No Nikki, actually your nephew has a buddy in prison name Andrew Lighthorse. He says he have these nightmares every night while he’s fighting something in his sleep and pleading for his life. He also says it is very cold at night and Andrew is always sweating in his sleep.”
“So what does he want me to do?” Nikki asked.
“He wants you to do a background check on this Mr. Lighthorse and see what he is in prison for. When I spoke to him he really sounded a little stress and tired from restless nights. He also said Andrew has a lot of dream catchers around his bed and he thinks this is what’s causing the bad dreams. Andrew’s cell mate number is 44455-000 if you need it David said.”
Business wasn’t very good for Nikki right now and Vanessa was a loyal friend who stuck by her side and handled all her clerical duties until business could pickup. Nikki couldn’t afford a classy or big office. She resided in Michigan on the outskirts of Detroit off 8 Mile on Shiawassee in the 48219 zip code area. Her office was located on Livernois and 8 Mile, next to the post office across the street from Bakers Lounge, a rhythm, blues and jazz club. The office wasn’t very big, but she didn’t need a lot of space since she didn’t have a lot of clients.
The front part of her office where Vanessa took her calls, scheduled appointments, and did other clerical duties was only 12x12 feet. Behind Vanessa’s desk was a door, which connected to Nikki’s office, which was only 15x15 feet. She had her desk across from the door straight ahead on the other side of the room away from the wall with enough space for an office chair to sit there so she could be facing towards the entrance. On the right side of her desk, she kept a file cabinet where she stored her files. On the left side in the corner, there was a bouquet of flowers hanging from the ceiling in a flower vase. When you walk through the door of Nikki’s office, to your right you’ll see a 42 inch flat screen television with surround sounds. To your left you’ll see a projector screen rolled up that she used when dilating her cases and next to that was a big black chalk board, in case she needed to draw out crime scenes and maps etc… She kept the television on news channels to keep up with what was going on in the world.
While Ophelia was explaining all what was going on with her nephews cell mate Andrew, there was a news bulletin that came on.
“Hi, I’m Carla Lewis coming to you live from WJPT Worldwide News with some shocking information. Authorities have said they have solved the cases for six of the missing children’s reports. What’s so tragic about the whole situation is that none of the children survived by the hands of their abductor. The puzzling part is that the abductor died in his sleep minutes before authorities arrived. No one knows the causes of deaths. Authorities aren’t linking any information or names until the victims are identified. This is Carla Lewis. Tune in at 6 p.m. at WJPT Worldwide News for more updates on this sad and devastating crisis.”
“Nikki. Hello. Nikki, are you still there?” Ophelia asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m still here. I was just watching the news. Have you heard anything about the missing children?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know, but the guy who abducted these children was found dead in his sleep minutes before authorities got there with no identifiable cause of death.”
“So what does this means? Will you be able to help David?” Ophelia asked.
Nikki thought about the abductor who died in his sleep and thought about all the things Ophelia had just told her. Nikki puffed on her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray next to her computer.
“Yeah,” Nikki answered. Nikki paused for a second. “I’ll check into this guy Andrew Lighthorse, and what did you say his inmate number was?”
“It’s 44455-000. Thanks Nikki. Andrew is supposed to be calling me back in the morning to see if you could help him out.”
“I’ll get back with you and let you know what I’ve found out.”
“Thank you Nikki. Thanks a lot.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be getting back in touch with you. Talk to you later.”
Both parties hung up.
