Here’s the thing…
Every time I close my eyes, I see something different.
I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox.
But these dreams are nothing to laugh about.
Once again there’s a new instalment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt.
When I woke, I was outside the warehouse near an ambulance, and when I opened my eyes, I could see my mother, looking close to hysterical. Further back, behind her, was Benderby himself, looking concerned.
A voice was saying, on the other side, “Just take it easy. You’ve had a nasty knock to your head.” I tried, instinctively, to move my hand there, but it was not responsive.
That scared me.
I tried wiggling my toes, and it felt like something was happening. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?
Then I realised there were more people around the gurney I was lying on and a lot of chatter about a break-in and possible casualties. There was only one, wasn’t there? Me.
I went to say something to that effect when I stopped. Not a good idea to say two masked assailants came to interrogate me about a map. Firstly, my mother would be annoyed I was wasting my time on frivolous matters with Boggs, and secondly, everyone would think the blow did more damage to my sanity.
If they were calling it a break-in…
“What happened?” I asked.
I moved my head sideways further and could see the Sheriff standing next to Benderby. The sheriff moved closer.
“We think one or two unknown persons got past the perimeter security, disabled the alarm system, and broke into the warehouse where you were. One of the night security guards was doing his rounds when he found you on the floor in the main office. Can you tell us what happened to you?”
One of the paramedics answered for me, “We need to stabilise the wound, check for concussion and any other side effects before you can question him. That might have to wait until we get him to the hospital. Now, I need everyone to stand back.”
And he meant everyone, including my mother. I guessed they would let her come to the hospital with me, but if not, I was sure Benderby would bring her. He actually had his arm around her, talking to her. I didn’t think she liked him that much or was I just delirious?
I was about to tell the paramedic to tell the sheriff to go check on Boggs, but that would only lead to uncomfortable questions, and since Boggs had been so cavalier in putting the assailants onto me, I wasn’t very happy with him. But I did wonder if they had gone back to him about my lack of co-operation, and what they might do to him.
Or, I just remembered, maybe nothing, because they thought it might be an elaborate hoax. I was beginning to think that myself, despite Boggs giving me a copy of the map. When I looked at it, on the surface it seemed to be the same as the one Osborne was peddling.
Whilst getting my head bandaged, I saw one of the sheriff’s men come running up to him, speaking and gesturing wildly. I thought I heard a name, but the paramedic chose that exact moment to accidentally wrap the bandage around my ear.
Then I heard it, sharp and clear, perhaps as an answer to a question by Benderby.
“It’s Boggs. Looks like someone gave him a severe beating and left him outside his house.”
The result of an equally forceful interrogation, or had it been a warning not to waste people’s time?
It would have to wait. I had problems of my own.
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