Siblings by K. J. Janssen

to keep my distance from them. I want to make a fresh start.”
    “I understand that, Wil, but do you actually think that they’re going to leave you alone? Don’t you realize that they consider you a trustworthy person who refused to rat them out? I’ll guarantee you that when the opportunity arises, George and Bobby Abbott will be around to visit you and they’ll have a tempting offer that you may not be able to resist.”
    “I’ll tell you what I told the warden and the chaplain when I left prison. I will never distribute drugs again or associate with anyone who does. That’s the God’s honest truth. If those guys try to get in touch with me, I’ll tell them the same thing. Look, I’d like to help you, but it would mean getting involved with that life again. I just won’t do it. I became an embarrassment to my whole family; I’m the black sheep.”
    “It doesn’t have to always be that way.”
    Wilson was getting angry. “I said no and I mean it.”
    “You realize that if the Abbotts do contact you, you’ll be tagged as a suspect by the FBI, like it or not.”
    “Wait a minute—that’s not fair. I can’t control what they do.”
    “Of course it’s not fair, but that’s the way these investigations go. Will you at least let me know when they eventually contact you? We’ll turn whatever information or evidence you have over to Special Agent Hawkins and that will be that. They’ll know then, that you’re an innocent bystander. Will you at least do that much for us?”
    Wilson thought about the question for a few minutes. “I guess I could do that; anything that will keep them from harassing me, but I want you to understand up front that I won’t testify against them in court. I don’t want my name tied to any prosecution.”
    “I can’t promise you anything, but I’ll pass that on.” Norman glanced over Wil’s file and closed the folder. “Here’s my card with my cell phone number on the back. If you hear from the Abbotts, call me right away, day or night. Aside from that, I don’t think we’re going to have to meet regularly. Just give me a call once a week and let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you.”
    “Thanks, Mr. Blaine.” They shook hands and Wil left the PO’s office.
     
    ***
     
    Norm dialed a number. “Special Agent Hawkins, please.”
    “Hawkins.”
    “Norman Blaine, here.”
    “Yes, Norm, how can I help you?”
    “I just had a meeting with Wilson Symington. He was reluctant at first, but he’s agreed to call me if the Abbotts make any contact with him.”
    “Will he work undercover for us?”
    “He says no. He wants no part of any contact with the Abbotts. He’s come part of the way, though, by agreeing to call me if they contact him, but I just don’t feel that he’s there yet.”
    “Well then, we’ll just have to wait and see. Call me the minute you hear anything more.”
    “Don’t worry, I will.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 14
     
     
    As soon as the nurse rolled the EKG machine out of his office, Dr. John Hazleton walked to door and slid the deadbolt. He went to his desk, picked up the EKG sheets and scanned them.
    “Well, Lynn, everything looks good again this month.” He came around his desk. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
    “You can take my temperature with that beautiful seven inch thermometer of yours.”
    “Never one to beat around the bush, are you, Lynn?”
    “Any beating around the bush to be done around here is going to have to be done by you, cowboy.”
    In less than a minute, they were both undressed and rolling around on the floor. Lynn was clearly in command. “Harder, cowboy. Ride me harder.”
    John stepped up the pace until moments later they both climaxed in a burst of passion.
    John, breathing heavily, kissed her tenderly before he rolled over on his back. They were quiet for a few minutes as they caught their breath; finally John said, “I have to admire you, Lynn. Most women, who