Snatched…the end of Part V…unedited, incomplete…

Later, Konan and Lilly left the square and walked back to the precinct. Lilly hadn’t said much during their walk back. For the first time, Konan worried for his friend. Her loss of faith seemed to distress her greatly.

“I need to go check on Paddy and Esther. Do you want to ride with me?”

“No, I think I will go home, Konan.”

“You know the first thing they’re going to ask me is where you are. I won’t stay long.”

Lilly got in on the passenger side, and Konan smiled. He had no idea what to say, but sometimes the best thing a person could do is just be there for their friends.

Pop-Pop stood under the sweet gum tree outside of the only gated community in Fredericksburg. He sipped a sweet tea and watched people as they rushed by. Pop-Pop glanced at his watch.

He frowned. She was late.

A safecracker since his teens, he learned the craft from his grandfather, Harold Rover VI. ‘Cracking safes are in our blood,’ Harold told his grandson. “Some folks are law-abiding, we Rovers never walked on that side of the line.”

Down the street a blonde woman stepped around an older couple. The old man said something, and the blonde smiled. She gave them a wave and continued her way.

Pop-Pop smiled as he watched the pretty woman. He’d been in and out of jail for the bulk of his life, but this one time, he’d done something right in the world.

He had fathered Lt. Ashley Davis.

O’Shea’s Pub had a line out the door by the time Konan and Lilly arrived. Titan stood outside the door; his massive arms crossed, scowling at the people who tried to sneak in. A towering 6’8, he could crush most trouble by giving it a stern look. He frowned when he saw Konan.

He cued the microphone and spoke a few words. Paddy walked out and grinned at the pair of detectives.

“Well, hello Lilly. How are you doing?”

“Hi, Paddy.”

Paddy O’Shea wrapped Lilly in a warm hug. He patted Konan on the shoulder and guided them into the pub.

“Girl, you look like you haven’t eaten in a month. Has Konan put you on a starvation diet?”

“No, Paddy. We’ve been busy.”

“I heard. Not that my nephew has come by to let us know you guys are okay.”

“I’ve been busy, Paddy.”

“Too busy for family, Konan? You showed for your dad’s funeral, and then haven’t been back. It took the town being burnt down to get you back out here.”

“That’s not fair, Paddy.”

“Maybe not, but I said what I said. Let’s not fight. Come on back, Esther will want to see you.”

Esther had a table in the back of the restaurant. She looked up when Paddy guided Konan and Lilly to her table.

“Well, look at that. Paddy found you. How have you been Konan?”

“Busy. Criminals don’t need much sleep it seems.”

“Heh. Have you found the ones burning down our town?”

“We’re working on it.”

“There’s some unfinished business between us, specifically, your father’s will.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Mad Michael had real estate, assets, and an account set up for you since your birth. As executor of your father’s estate, I can read the will here. Lilly, if willing, could stand as your witness.”

“That’s fine.”

Esther reached in her bag and removed a manila envelope. She pulled out the will and proceeded to read.

“In real estate, I bequeath to my son, Thermopolis Konan, my ancestral home at 221 Bravo Lane and all property interned within.

As my sole beneficiary, he will also receive the summation of my personal account at Fredericksburg Hometown Bank and the contents of the nine safe deposit boxes I have opened therein.

As a last final gift, I opened a separate account to be divided equally among my brother, Paddy O’Shea, my sister, Esther O’Shea, and my son, Thermopolis Konan.”

Esther stopped reading and handed the will over to Konan. She cleared her throat and wiped at her eyes.

“The rest is personal instructions to you from your father. You should read it when you have time. As far as the last account, both Paddy and I decided to forfeit our part to you.”

“I don’t understand, Esther.”

“We have always loved you, Konan. Both, Paddy, and I, wanted you and Michael to grow close, to shorten the gap between you and your father. We never wanted Michael’s money. You and your dad grew close before the end. You are his heir. We love you, Konan.”

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