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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Some people say waiting is the hardest part. And I'm one of them, at least I was until that snowy Tuesday when I sat in a frigid wind swept parking lot at Missouri Eastern Correctional center. I hated waiting and I'd been doing it for 45 minutes. Dad said to get there at eight sharp. And I did well, ok, 10 after eight. But I was only late because I didn't want to do it. Nobody would freezing your butt off with the grand view of Razor wire, a guard tower and the brown buildings of a correctional center wasn't high on anybody's list. Why do they call it a correctional center anyway? Does it actually correct anything or anyone? I had serious doubts on that because I'd been roped into picking up Stevie Warnock and he was beyond correcting. Stevie was the dim witted son of one of the smartest men I knew big Steve Warnock, a brilliant lawyer and longtime friend of my family. It doesn't sound like a big deal to pick up one felon from a minimum to medium security prison, but it was Stevie had been a problem all his life and specifically for me, the moron liked me and that's why I got the pleasure of dealing with him. My dad and Big Steve said I had a good track record with the nitwit, but that was just luck. Something was going to go wrong with this assignment and I resented it. I was supposed to be in Germany on a case, a real case, a paying case about two weeks ago, I'd been kidnapped by Anton theft and had then been hired by his sister Kimberly to find out a 50 something teacher working in Stuttgart Germany at a department of defense school had suddenly flown back to his home state of Missouri knocked me out with a chemical agent and thrown me in the trunk. Nobody thought hiring me. The victim was a good idea except Kimberly, but I did it. I found out that Anton had been blackmailed over a family secret which as he might have predicted, tore his family apart, but Kimberly wasn't done. She wanted to know who did the blackmailing and why I was all set to hit the road until my mother got wind of the plan. And as all loving mothers do, she ruined it. It's Christmas. You have to rest. It wasn't Christmas yet. And I didn't want to rest. I wanted to know why Anton had targeted me. Not to mention I had a bet with my boyfriend, Chuck over the culprits and I intended to win. Bathroom cleaning was on the line and I take that very seriously. But when mom couldn't prevail upon me to stay home, she called in reinforcements and the rest of my family piled on my grandparents, aunts cousins, even, they all had something to say about my trip. They all said that Kimberly didn't care if I went before or after Christmas as long as it happened. That was true. But I cared, it didn't feel right to let it lie. I was still going until my father the great and bossy Tommy Watts got into the act. Dad thought I should stay home and take it easy rest, bake, relax. He said I should have known he was up to something. My dad doesn't relax. He doesn't understand the urge. The man couldn't watch a movie with my mom without a case file on his lap or a phone in hand to answer emails. It's just not who he is. I will admit he'd been trying and he'd even been described as calm recently once and that's why I fell for it. Dad was going to be a regular dad. He was going to do Christmas like people do. Yeah. Right. 17 hours after he said, relax, baby girl. That's right. I counted, I got the swell job of picking up Stevie Warnock from prison. I protested. I really did. It's for the family. Dad said not our family obviously, but dad didn't make distinctions like that. Big Steve and his long suffering wife. Olivia were like family and that was the end of that discussion.