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Celia's Puppies, Chapter Twenty-nine: Mess with one... (part three)


(part three)

“I remember when it was a burned out crack house. It was a maze then.” The detective nodded. “Marlowe? He’s not going anywhere.”

“He’s not.”

“Just so you know. The Ashforths have hired attorneys to sue in civil court.”

“The Ashforths or just …”

“They seem to have reconciled their marriage,” the detective said. “As Mr. Marlowe said, near death brings clarity.”

“Or greed,” Samantha said under her breath.

She walked the detective to the side entrance, then watched as he weaved his way through the paparazzi. Shaking her head, she turned into the main Castle living room to check on Jacob.

“Are you coming with us?” Valerie asked Samantha. Valerie Waters smiled at Samantha. “We’re going for a run in the mountains.”

“I don’t have anything to wear,” Samantha said. “Plus who knows what other police might show up? I mean I came to help Aden then…”

“They can wait. Jacob’s out cold and Aden’s not here,” Valerie said.

Samantha smiled at Valerie.

“What?” Valerie asked.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

Valerie tugged on Samantha’s arm. “Wear my clothes. You have shoes in your car – you always have shoes in your car.”

Samantha nodded.

“It’s really good to be home. Isn’t it?” Valerie beamed at her.


Monday mid-day

“I was SO hoping to see you today.” Lexi said to Sandy. Lexi’s slim form was balanced in a tree pose behind the counter as she checked IDs at the gym entrance. “Aren’t you glad I warned you away from Aden the Awful??”


Lexi checked in a couple more gym patrons that were standing behind Sandy.

“I saw in the paper that Aden the Awful was arrested last weekend!” Lexi’s eyes lit up with malicious glee. “Here I saved it for you.”

Lexi gave the paper to a stunned Sandy. Sandy stood reading a Denver Post article that said Aden’s kids were in the custody of social services and Aden was in jail.

“But…” Sandy wasn’t sure what to say.

“I heard he’s lost his kids for good.” Without looking at Sandy, Lexi continued checking in patrons. “About time, I say. Social Services is really behind if Aden the Awful can keep his kids.”

“That’s not what I heard.”

Sandy’s head jerked up from the article. Tanesha.

“I heard you were a skanky ho,” Heather said. Heather came to stand next to Sandy. Heather’s hand touched Sandy’s forearm in silent support.

“A skanky trainer-ho who thrives on the troubles of others while making her living doing horizontal aerobics.” Tanesha accentuated her words with a thrust of her hips.

Lexi’s bright blue eyes became slits of indignation.

“You don’t know anything about Aden Norsen. You should mind your own business.” Lexi sniffed. “Sandy and I know Aden the Awful is a horrible man and father.”

Sandy heard an intake of breath near the door. Her eyes jerked up to see Aden standing next to the door. His face was a wash of betrayal. Clearly he thought she and Lexi were gossiping about him. She shook her head at him but he looked away from her. Her heart dropping, Sandy opened her mouth to say something when Tanesha spoke.

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