Page 139 of Maddy's Justice

“We’ll take care of your motel bill and rental,” Sean reminded him. “Stay in touch.”

A few minutes past 8:00A.M.,Carvelli exited the Minneapolis-St Paul airport.He had called Sorenson and they were all set for him. They even had Tommy Craven waiting in front of the airport.

“Hey, Tommy,” Carvelli said getting in Tommy’s car.

“So, are we all going to prison together?” the ex-cop asked.

“Could be. Let’s hope we all end up in the same cell block,” Carvelli said.

“We could have our own softball team,” Tommy said.

“I’m still a little tired. How do people sleep on planes?” Carvelli asked.

“I don’t know, I can’t. So, close your eyes and sleep. With morning traffic, it’ll take at least an hour to get there. It’s up near Anoka,” Tommy said.

In fact, it took almost two hours because of traffic and Minnesota’s other season, the one other than winter; road construction and repair.

Carvelli slept the entire way. Two blocks before they reached their destination, Tommy shook him awake.

“Almost there,” Tommy said.

Carvelli yawned, stretched, then moved his head around to loosen his neck.

“I hope you guys have some coffee made.”

“We do. I called ahead to make sure.”

“Did he give you any trouble?”

Tommy chuckled and said, “I thought he was gonna wet himself.”

Tommy pulled into a cul-de sac and Carvelli said, “So, this is Floyd Miller’s place. Came back from Florida.”

“Yep. The old lady refused to move back with him. Floyd said he was bored to death. His wife loved it there. Floyd said, adios and here he is.”

Seeing a brown Ford van in the driveway as they pulled in, Carvelli said, “Damn, I should’ve thought of him. Good thing Sorenson did.”

“Sorenson didn’t, I did,” Tommy said as he shut off the car.

Floyd Miller, a retired detective Carvelli had known from burglary, was waiting at the door. After greetings and coffee, they went into the living room. In there, they found Sorenson, Franklin, and Conrad Hilton. They were watching the picture on the big screen TV.

On the screen was a man secured to a chair in Floyd’s basement. He was quite angry and was trying to bounce around while screaming what was likely obscenities. Fortunately, the sound was off.

“Thanks for stopping by and lending a hand, Conrad,” Carvelli asked the surveillance guy.

“You’re welcome. You’re gonna get me sent to prison,” Conrad whined.

“We’ll all be going together, Conrad. It will be like a big cop reunion,” Carvelli said. “Relax, Conrad. No one’s going to prison. At least none of us.”

Carvelli asked the others, “Have you talked to him?”

“No. We waited for you,” Sorenson said.

“Okay, Dan, let’s you and me go have a little chat,” Carvelli said. He looked at Conrad and said, “No recording anything. When I want things recorded, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay. For now, we’ll just watch,” Conrad said.

“You mind if we listen?” Tommy asked.

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