Chapter 75

December 16th, 2011

Shop-Rite Market Visit

It was 21:30hrs (9:30pm) and 27°F when I hit I-83 North to the Dauphin County exit for Adam's Junction and the long road to "The Cabin", and it was almost 20:00hrs (10:00pm) when I passed the Village's "Welcome Sign" and reached my 1,000ft long, gravel driveway with its immaculately, cross-hatched mowed meadow and grounds, with a heavy frost already on the grass, and parked the Jeep at The Cabin's front porch, disarmed the building, greeted Jenny (the mixed-breed, half-frozen puppy I'd found along the road, rescued, and bought from her uncaring owners for $150 last Winter), fed & watered her, unloaded my weapons and gear, turned-up the heat to 78°F,

unpacked, and slumped-down into a comfy LR chair to rest and unwind for a precious few minutes. One of the Jeep's engine's hydraulic-lifters was getting really noisy and I had to get it into the Jeep dealer for service next week, as well as probably rent a car for 2-4 days, until repairs were made. It was a cold-and-now-dropping 23°F outside, according to The Cabin's Weather Station, and very, very raw and damp from the week's 7-9" of rain up here in the mountains, as compared to the 4½" we had back in York. Good thing I had plenty of warm clothes along and many already in The Cabin's closets. I left a voicemail on Clay's cellphone that I was in town, and to call me when he had a chance. I had a "short-list" of perishable things I needed to get in to town, before the stores closed at 8pm, for tomorrow, Saturday. They'd be open all day tomorrow, since it was Saturday, and not Sunday, as I was used to. I could have easily gotten all these things before I left the York area, but it was just good sense to patronize the local businesses; besides most were good friends or acquaintances of mine, now. Plus, I had to check-in with Capt Clay, at the AJPD to see what files were on my desk. What I needed was *uninterrupted, quality sleep*, right now, and I was determined to get some, at all costs. So I took a Rx 1mg Lunesta®, armed the building, checked the front/rear spotlight arrays, tested The Cabin's alarm system, turned-down the heat to 75°F, and crawled into bed. Everything was laid-out for my breakfast, as usual, so I drifted-off to sleep, very quickly. Jenny joined me right away, at the foot of the bed, her usual spot. I'd get a shower in the morning; right now, I needed "la-la land".

I slept until 05:30hrs (5:30am), got-up "groggy" and turned-up the heat to 78°F – only 15°F outside – fed & watered Jenny, had a smoke, and went back to sleep for another 3-4 hours. The Cabin warmed-up quickly, but it wouldn't get light up here in the mountains until almost 8am, so sleep was the best course of action, right now. I didn't even turn-on the Police Scanner, as I didn't want to know what was happening. I needed more sleep after the past week, and what was ahead. I tried not to think of either; I wanted to keep my mind empty and get back to dreaming about nothing-in-particular.

By 09:30hrs (9:30am), I was feeling much better, splashed some cold water on my face to wake-up, and made some French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System, took a shower, threw-on my Turkish Bathrobe and decided to make breakfast. I had Del Monte® Red Grapefruit Sections, Pancakes, Scrambled Eggs, Bacon, English Muffins and more French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee. Jenny loves bacon, so she got 5 strips, which she inhaled.

I decided that with outside temps now dropping below 25°F, it was time to put the Winter Wool Blankets on the bed in the Master Bedroom, plus I had 2 extras in the 2nd Bedroom, in case I had a "house guest". I'd already put them on my beds back at the Condo, in the Condo's Master Bedroom and in

the Second Bedroom.

After dressing very warmly in my Parka, I brought-in some more firewood and 3ft logs from the Firewood Stack on the Back Porch, checked the Firewood Storage Shed in the Backyard, since William had filled-it-well for the coming Winter months, and it was good-to-go. I spit off the Back Porch, and it almost froze before hitting the ground; it'll do that when temps drop to around 5-10°F and Wind Chills are in the minus range. Frostbite happens very quickly, and I wear heavy-duty hand and face protection.

It was going on 10:30hrs (10:30am), and I had a short shopping list of perishables to get in town, before lunch. I also wanted to stop by the AJPD and visit with Capt Clay, plus see what more work he'd dumped on my Office's desk. Last time, it was a stack of "Cold Case Files", which I re-filed-away, since that could take years of daily detective work, and I wasn't a full-time, paid employee. They could sit and get even "colder", as far as I was concerned.

But first, I decided to take Jenny for a walk down to the stream below the 3-acre meadow in front of The Cabin, while it was still 43°F and sunny. She could "do her business" along the way and we'd both get some exercise. I got my Beowulf® .50cal with an EoTech® Red Dot Scope, and just 5 extra 11-round mags of 335gr .50cal rounds (causing massive damage to whatever it hits inside of 200yds), my Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines, the 16" Bowie® Knife, my 12" LLBean® "Maine Insulated Hunting Boots", my Satchel Bag, full of "all kinds of survival necessities", her leash, my Parka and we set-off for a 1-1½ hour walk. I'd make it into town by 13:00hrs (1pm) or so.

We'd no sooner gone 300yds, and there was a "Black Bear Family" of Mom, Pop and 3 Cubs meandering across the meadow, headed to the same place at the stream we were, so we froze. Jenny kept quiet. They were probably looking for a meal of trout, which were plentiful in the stream, before finally heading back to their den, for the coming Winter months. The Beowulf had a magazine loaded, .50cal round chambered, safety-on, and I brought-it-to-level, safety-off, just in case one of them charged us. We were down-wind, so unless we did "something stupid", we'd be okay. Just then, my cellphone rang. The 5 bears stopped and looked at us, but turned-away and decided to keep moving towards the stream. I heaved a sigh of relief, as I really didn't want to have to shoot any wild animals, unnecessarily. Safety back-on. It was Capt Clay, returning my

call, notifying him that I was in town. I told him what'd just happened with the bears, and he laughed and mentioned something about "bear meat being too greasy for his taste, anyway". He asked if I'd stop-by the AJPD later, and I said I would, after finishing with Jenny's walk and some quick errands. Jenny and I walked for another 45 minutes and then headed back to The Cabin.

I fed her Canned Iams®, amp; watered her, grabbed my Deputy Sheriff Badge & ID, and my dark, navy-blue Deputy Sheriff Baseball Cap, embroidered with "Deputy Sheriff" on the front, and on the back above the adjustable strap, clipped the Badge next to my Kimber on my belt, exchanged my Parka for the Lined Barn Coat, but took the heavy Parka along anyway for later when it got cold, turned-down the heat to 70°F, armed the building and set-out for Adam's Junction.

I stopped first at Bev & Tony's General Store to pick-up the few items I had on "my list" and chatted with them both for a while; then stopped for a haircut at Sam's Barbershop ($10, and I tip him another $10); then over to Old Mrs Patagonia's Bakery for some hot, fresh-baked, crusty Italian bread and "Hot Cross Sticky Buns", and finally to the AJPD. I parked in my usual Space #7, noticed that the Christmas Lights were hung but not lit yet, and went inside.

I said "Hi" to Beth Ann the Day-Dispatcher and went into my Office, adjoining the new Conference Room & Offices, and Capt Clay's spacious suite. He had some Feds in with him and all the doors were closed. I helped myself to some coffee – pretty weak as compared to mine – and went through files on my desk. Mostly copies of

recaps of recent "incidents", a couple involving me. I scanned them, signed the "pass on" note attached to each, and put them in the Outbox. Soon, Clay's door opened and he asked me to come in. I did and was introduced to 5 BATFE Undercover Agents, who had infiltrated the Holtzapples' and Groves' Clans over several years, fed information back to their superiors, FBI, US Customs, IRS and late-Capt Bunce and now-Capt Clay. The door was closed. one said that a big shipment of meth chemicals was coming through to a well-hidden compound, in the mountains just north of Adam's Junction. An "intercept raid" was being planned as soon as a "convoy date and route" was finalized. They wanted me in on the op, as a Sniper, once again. I would get a "very unique opportunity" to use a "specially-modified", Barrett Model M-82A1 .50cal BMG, with a Barrett Optical Ranging System (BORS) mounted to a 15½" Barska® 10-36x Zoom w/ 100mm Lens Sniper Scope with Green Mil-Dots. But I'd have to get my training on it done quickly and "show absolute proficiency". I told them that I couldn't do anything until at least the 19th or later, since I had prior commitments with the 2 Township Meetings and 2 days of Auction. If the shipment was afterward, I'd get the training done in under 4-5 hours, and participate. If it happened sooner, they'd need a "Plan B". They'd be "in touch, frequently". I nodded to Clay, shook The Five's hands and left. After getting back to The Cabin, it was time for dinner. It was 21°F outside and I swear I saw a few snowflakes.

It was 18:45hrs (6:45pm) and Jenny was hungry. I fed and watered her, turned-up the heat to 78°F, took a shower and grabbed some fresh clothes, and decided to do build a fire, put on my Turkish Bathrobe, and do some reading. Jenny was already curled-up on her Bearskin rug. I started reading "Liberty & Tryanny: A Conservative Manifesto" by Mark Levin, gotten from one of my two antique bookcases I'd bought in town, last Fall, now overflowing with all kinds of books: here and here. I used only split firewood, as I didn't want to stay-up all night with a 3ft log burning, or leave the flu-damper wide open and let The Cabin's heat escape.

I fired-up the LPG Char-Broil Patio Grille on the deck, and did 2 Allen Bros' medium-rare Bone-In Broiled Allen Bros 10oz Filet Mignons, with Roasted, Sea-Salted & Buttered Brussel Sprouts and Sauted Onions & Roasted Red Peppers, some Chanterelles w/ White Wine, Butter & Parsley and Oven-Roasted Russet Potatoes (with skin-on) cut in 1" pieces, drizzled w/ EVOO and Kosher Sea Salt in my Vulcan 6-Burner Gas Range, Grill & Oven, and Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry-Pomegranate Juice. Sometime, I miss the Vintage Cognac or Vintage Brandy. Nah. Jenny got some steak, along with her food. I did the dishes and put them in the double-sink rack to dry.

I worked on my "To Do List" for next week: on Tuesday, I have scheduled 19:00hrs (7pm) & a 20:00hrs (8pm) Meetings with North Hopewell Twp; Friday was the 12:00hrs (12noon) – 16:00hrs (4pm) "contents for public viewing" period, and Saturday was the 09:00hrs (9:00am) – 14:00hrs (2pm) Auction itself. I thought I had it bad for the past 5-6 weeks doing what I've done at the GC&N Complex, but next week would be the culmination of all of that work and effort. Then come the negotiations for the Land/Buildings' Sale with a local Church, Dad, my Realtor and me. My realtor's also working on a couple of wineries, but a $3,000-$5,000 "soil test" is going to be needed for each winery, and I won't foot-the-bill for that; the wineries would have to, and personally I don't think they'll spend the money in this lousy, getting-worse economy. By 20:30hrs (8:30pm), I was tired and decided to call it a day. No sleeping pill needed tonight. I armed the building, turned-down the heat to 70°F, and had my Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines on the nightstand, next to the bed. The rifles and shotgun were in the closet, loaded & safeties-on, just a few short feet away. Jenny quickly joined me. The Wool Blanket over the Down Spread felt great.

I was awake at 05:30hrs (5:30am) to water & feed Jenny, had a smoke, and went back to sleep until 09:45hrs (9:45am); the extra sleep yesterday and today rejuvenated me, somewhat. Plus, the walk with Jenny through the meadow was something I hadn't done in a long time. I turned-up The Cabin's heat to 78°F, had a couple of glasses of Fresh-Squeezed OJ for an "eye-opener", and yes, everything for breakfast was laid-out the night before, "ready-to-go", this morning. I made Eggs Benedict, Bacon, Hash Browns/Fries and French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System. I made a whole pound of bacon, so Jenny got 6 strips and loved it. I took my coffee and Marlboros into the Living Room, built a nice roaring fire, and just relaxed.

My cellphone was on-charge overnight, and when I unplugged it and turned it on, there were 14 messages, which I scanned and returned only 5. The others could wait until Monday morning, as they were about my recent Closing and upcoming Saturday, 12/17/11 Auction. The message from Capt Clay got priority, so I called him and left a voicemail. Next, I called my Parents and Sister to see how they were doing; everything was fine with them. Mom has outpatient cataract surgery coming-up on the 20th, so Dad is helping her with pre-op Rx eye drops etc. Although it was Sunday, and nearly everyone would be in either this Church or this Church, for the 09:00hrs or 11:00hrs (9:00am & 11:00am) Services, Bev & Tony's General Store would be open, and so would the new Shop Rite Supermarket, on the west side of town. I decided not to take Jenny along, this time.

I got dressed, donned my Police Gear underneath my Parka, just-in-case, also took my Lined Barn Coat along in case it warmed-up outside, loaded my Full-Auto, Class III AR-10® .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with the Leupold® Gold Dot Mark 4 CQ/T Scope, and .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo in the new 20-round magazines and Beowulf® .50cal with an EoTech® Red Dot Scope, and 10 extra 11-round mags of .50cal 335gr .50cal rounds (causing massive damage to whatever it hits inside of 200yds), in their Eagle® Carrying Bags, with fully-loaded extra mags and ammo, for each. I'm back to carrying my Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines, and keeping the new Kimber 1911 Stainless "Custom TLE (Tactical Law Enforcement) II" .45cal ACP, with Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines, as a "back-up", daily carry weapon.

With Jenny curled-up on her Kodiak Bearskin in front of the fireplace, I turned-down the heat to 72°F – it was only 31°F outside – checked all the windows and doors, armed the building and left for town. I wasn't "imagining things" last evening: it had snowed a little, as there were some small patches of snow on the mountainsides lining the road northward into Adam's Junction. I was surprised at the amount of snow they got in town, along Main Street. Storekeepers had actually shoveled the sidewalks; not too much more than 1-3", but The Cabin and south of town didn't get "diddly-squat", comparatively-speaking. I drove through town past the Fire Dep't, Dep't of Public Works, the Old Carriage House & Library and the homes on South Poplar Street to get to the Shop-Rite Supermarket, to get some things, since I wouldn't be getting to Weis Market, in East York later today. I noticed a Brink's Armored Truck stopped in front of the large store, parked and went inside. It was already 11:55hrs (11:55am) and I wanted to get this "shopping list" finished and get back to The Cabin, to relax a while before leaving for York. The week and weekend ahead weren't going to be fun; not at all.

"Something" just didn't look quite right; everyone was seemingly-frozen in their tracks, while three men, with sawed-off 12ga shotguns, held the 2 Brink's guards, carrying canvas money bags with store receipts, and store manager, at gun point. I ducked-down behind the innermost checkout counter, drew my Kimber .45cal ACP, popped-up and shot two of the perps dead with two quick shots. The third scumbag dropped his weapon, raised his hands, and wet himself. The guards immediately grabbed the dead perps' shotguns and re-holstered their own dropped Glock .40cals, laying on the floor, and took the third, "wet" bad guy into custody, and cuffed him. Suddenly, four AJPD Cruisers pulled-up to the front door, and Capt Clay, Deputys Tim, Jon and Lee rushed into the store with their new, Police-issued Remy® 11-87 Semi-Automatic 12ga Shotguns with devastating Federal® 12ga .00 Buck "FliteControl®" ammo, and EoTech® Red Dot Scopes ready, but unnecessary, right now. Several customers needed medical attention, since two of the bad guys had hit them in their faces with their sawed-offs, and the rest put their hands down and were moved to the other side of the store, so statements could be taken by Deputys Tim and Lee. Capt Clay and I conferred with the two Guards, Store Manager and his Assistants and Cashiers, and their statements were also taken. It was a bloody mess where I'd shot the two others, and they were quickly covered-up with blue tarps, until the 3 Memorial Hospital ambulances and EMTs arrived, and they could be ID'd, tagged and bagged for removal to the Coroner's Facility.

Meanwhile, I waited for Capt Clay to tell the store manager to close-down since this was now a "crime scene", and being taped-off for a CSI Team to investigate and do their "incident report". The manager announced that all customers should give statements to the Police, and then check-out through the last check-out cashier's aisle, and please leave immediately afterward. Deputys Tim and Lee only had 15-20 people to deal with, so it went pretty quickly. Photos were taken for CSI, the two bodies bagged and removed to the Morgue, the live perp went for a ride to the AJPD Jail, and two employees began mopping-up the bloody floor and wiping-off the office's inside store walls. The three were ID'd as 2 Holtzapple cousins and the live one as a Grove. Man, there's no end to those two scumbag, lowlife "crime families", it seems.

No food shopping today for me here at Shop-Rite, so I asked Clay if he was finished with me, as I needed to get to Bev & Tony's General Store to get what groceries I could; the rest I'd get on Monday or Tuesday at Weis Market, on the way home from "work". I also asked how Sgt Alex was doing, after being shot in the thigh and groin by a 12ga, last week. He said "Alex is on medical leave and recovering slowly", and asked me about the ".50cal BMG training" I was offered late yesterday afternoon by the Feds, and I told him that I'd let him and them know after next Saturday's Contents/Machinery/Equipment Auction. That's what his earlier cellphone call was about: the Feds

were "pressing him" to pressure me for a quick answer. "Too much on-my-plate, right now", I said. I left, glad that I hadn't brought Jenny along, as she'd be half-frozen by now in the cold Jeep, with all that just happened, instead of my intended 15-minute shopping trip. It was already 14:15hrs (2:15pm), and Bev & Tony's had closed at 14:00hrs (2pm), so I was out-of-luck and just went home.

Back at The Cabin, I made sure the fire was out and closed the flu damper, watered & fed Jenny for the night, called William's cellphone and left a message for him to take-over on Monday morning, and that I probably wouldn't be up here next weekend, due to my busy week: Tuesday's 19:00hrs (7pm) & 20:00hrs (8pm) Twp Zoning Variance Hearings, Friday's 12:00hrs (12noon) to 16:00hrs (4pm) Public Viewing and 20:00hrs (8pm) Church Meeting, and Saturday's 09:00hrs-14:00hrs (9am-2pm) Auction. If anything, I might leave afterward, and just spend the night and part of next Sunday, because I'm sure I'll have to be there for much or all of the week to do after-Auction clean-up, and probably more clean-out of what's remaining. I packed-up the Jeep with my weapons and gear, and went back inside to brush and play with Jenny for a little while. It was getting on to 15:30hrs (3:30pm) and she was most appreciative and licked me "good luck" at my coming rough week and weekend, ahead. I re-checked all the windows and doors, tested the alarm system and front/rear spotlight arrays, turned-down the heat to 65°F, left the water dripping-slowly in the kitchen sink, armed the building and left for York. The hydraulic lifter "ticking noise" was getting louder, so I stopped at Roy's Shell Gas & Service Station, Bed & Breakfast Motel to gas-up, check the oil, add 1 quart since it was low, paid my bill and hit I-83 South to York. The engine's ticking continued, so I stayed at 55mph while everyone else easily blew-by-me at 80-85mph.

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