All Chapters of 51: The Series: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

John Lingerfelt was working in his lab, located in the basement of his house. Since he had met Sheriff Lindsay Gold, he had more and more questions about her. Every time they had met, he had managed to collect something of hers, such as a loose hair or the glass she had drunk from, without her noticing. That had allowed him to continue to run tests and study her, hoping to find answers to some of his questions. He had come to know many people during his long life, but had never met anyone quite like the sheriff. From the time of their first meeting, he had seen something different about her. As John came to know Lindsay better and spent more time with her, he realized that she was quite remarkable in several ways. The first thing he noticed about Lindsay was that she thought in a way most people did not. Most people think either logically or creatively, but she thought in both ways on everything she did, which was remarkable to watch. She also thought and reacted very quickly, far

Lindsay began to read the report that Max had written. This time, instead of the lawn gnome just jumping on the car, it had charged him and grabbed onto his leg. When it had done that, Max had instinctively kicked, sent it flying into the bushes, and as soon as that happened, Max left the area. Lindsay began to laugh and wrote down the information for Wren. “What’s so funny?” Wren asked as he rummaged through one of the boxes stacked in Lindsay’s office. “Max,” she answered. “What did he do now?” Wren asked, laughing and shaking his head. “Well, according to his report, the lawn gnome attacked him, and he kicked it like a football into some bushes, then came back here. I think we need to have a camera crew follow him. We could make a fortune if we turned it into a movie,” Lindsay told him. “I wonder if any of that was caught on the dash camera?” Wren asked. “I was just wondering that myself,” Lindsay said, picking up her phone and dialing the extension to Little Bob’s desk. She

Lindsay had finished her shift at the sheriff’s department without anything serious taking place. She was now at home with her family, enjoying supper when the phone rang. Wren looked at Lindsay as he stood and went to answer it. He brought it over to the table and handed it to her. “It’s for you,” he said as she took the phone from him. “Hello,” Lindsay answered. “Sorry to bother you, but something happened that I thought you should know about,” Big Bob told her. Lindsay took a deep breath and slowly let it out, preparing for what he would say. She remembered the last time Big Bob had called her at home about something. It was because he had used someone as a sled on a muddy hillside. “What is it, Bob?” Lindsay asked. Wren looked at her with a raised eyebrow as he continued to eat. “First, let me just say everyone is fine,” he told her. “Just tell me what happened,” Lindsay told him. She could feel a headache coming on, and he had not even told her what had happened yet. “W

Wren laughed as he took out his phone and called for his team to meet him at the address Andy had given him. Big Bob was right about everything he had said, from the official story being a training exercise to the fact that if he got hurt, Lindsay would want to kill them both. He had barely finished relaying the information to his team leader and hanging up his phone when Big Bob returned and handed him a cup of coffee. “Black with two sugars, right?” Big Bob asked.“Yes, it is. Do I want to know how you know that?” Wren asked as they got into Big Bob’s patrol car.“What can I say? I pay attention to things. You need anything out of your car before we head that way? I know you keep everything but the kitchen sink in the trunk of it,” he said to Wren as he started the car.“Not with my team being there. They will have everything that will be needed with them. Thanks for the coffee, by the way. I didn’t know it was going to be this cold tonight, or I would have brought my own and dress

Wren and Big Bob both got out of the car and walked toward where the crate was sitting. They could hear growls and snarls and see tiny hands reaching through the small openings, trying to grab anything that got close. Wren looked at his bruised and bleeding team. He was unhappy that any of them had gotten hurt, but thankfully, it did not look like any injuries were severe. As soon as his team members saw him, they all snapped to attention.“At ease, all of you,” Wren ordered. “Give me a rundown of your injuries. I have someone coming here to assess and treat all of you as soon as possible.”“We will be treated after we have finished this assignment,” a young lieutenant answered Wren.“I outrank you, or have you forgotten that? You will be treated here as soon as possible. Do you understand?” Wren asked the lieutenant with irritation in his voice.“Yes, sir!”“Good,” Wren said as he turned to see a van turning into the driveway. “It looks like our medic is here, so when he has taken ca