Page 32 of Jason's Justice
“Please, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Is everything okay out at the ranch?”
“Oh, yeah, this is something else.”
Jake looked over her head at his wife, and she only shrugged in confusion, then Jake asked Pru to follow him downstairs to the office. As soon as he entered, he subtly shook his head at Stone, the only other man there.
“Stone, do you remember Prudora Tibbs?”
“Carter,” Pru said with a smile as she held out her left hand. “Remember, Ryan and I married a couple of months ago.”
“That’s right, and I was there,” Jake chuckled. “Sorry.” He settled in his chair and offered the one next to his desk to her, but she opted to remain standing.
Pru drew in a deep breath and let it out in a huff. She rubbed her forehead, and sighed again.
“Is everything okay with Ryan?” Jake asked quietly after exchanging worried looks with Stone.
“No, we’re fine. This is something totally different.” She looked at both of them, before sitting down heavily in the previously offered chair. “Do the two of you know my story? About how I got TBI?”
“No,” they both answered.
Pru took the next fifteen minutes to tell them what had happened, and they stared at her in shock when she finished. “I’m okay, the doctors say that the neurons in my brain either fire too rapidly, that’s when I get overly excited, and there are other times when they are sluggish. That’s when I space out.”
“Wow, I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
“Nothing you could do, it was Hot Dog’s fault, if you want to blame anyone. I don’t because he perished in that accident, along with three other men. I think it was the two men in the back of the helicopter that threw themselves across my body that saved me.”
“Still, I’m sorry. There’s nothing the doctors can do?”
“No. Anyway, I told you my story, because then you might understand what I’m about to say. Ever since I started school, hell, I think it started when I was two, maybe three, but whenever I did school work, or read, I retained it. I was smart, I also grew up in a rough part of New York City. I had the reputation of being scrappy.”
“I know,” Jake chuckled. At her confused look, he explained, “Sheriff Jim and Sparrow came to me for video surveillance from the parking lot the night you and Ryan ran into those men trying to drag that young girl to their vehicle. You don’t pull any punches.”
“Thank you. Anyway, along with being scrappy outside of the home and school, when I was in school, I was labeled the bookworm. I kept my head down, and during certain classes, the other students hated me.”
“Why?”
“Because the teachers wouldn’t grade on a curve. I aced every test I ever took. My GPA was a 4.0 all through school. When I entered the Air Force, I aced everything there also. I’m only telling you this because I’m smart. I have my good days and bad, but I’m still smart.”
“Okay, no one is saying anything differently,” Jake said softly.
“Good, with all the background, now onto why I’m here. Do you know that Jason Black, Ilsa Miller, and Kevin Lassiter are here, and what they are doing?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, they have a murder board up, but you know, they’re not investigating a murder, but Babcock/Grayson, or whatever the hell name he goes by.”
“We know this.”
“Okay, did you know that on that murder board there is a possible connection between Grayson and Erin’s PITA, along with Miller Jr, and the Firths?” She shook her head and held up her hand to stop them. “Your guy from Yellowstone found a connection between Royal PITA, Biggins, and Miller that tried to take Erin’s Way away from Erin, and almost succeeded in getting Ducky’s ranch.”
“Okay.” Jake didn’t know how else to respond.
“Maybe it’s my TBI, or something, but I would like to hire you to look into something. I could go to Duane, but I don’t want to sound like a mindless idiot.”
“What do you want to know?” Stone asked gently as he rolled his chair closer and started taking notes.
“On that murder board, there’s a connection to Royal.”
