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THE RESCUE

Masters Randall was neither a superstitious man by nature nor a religious one per se. But today of all days did not feel right. He could not tell what was making him uneasy but he was sure something was amiss.

He had not spoken to his daughter in days now and he was worried about what shit show she may have started behind his back. He had failed that daughter of his and there was nothing he could do to change that.

This morning when he had called Martha on his phone, there was no answer. That gave him his first reason to be concerned. Martha always answered his call no matter where she was or what she was doing.

The second person she answered like that was her grandson. So what was the reason why La Matrona of the Consortium refused to pick up the phone?

Had Priscilla run her mouth again? There were so many questions going through his old mind he did not know which one to answer.

Masters had spent the night in his study with a cup of scotch and a Cuban cigar, his head tingl