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could recognize it. The man asked her questions she had already answered and Arden refused to give any information and told the man she would hang up and call back.
    When she did, she found out it wasn ’t the family support that called her. Looking back, she should have realized something hinky was going on. But it wasn’t until the following day when she answered the door to some very big and scary men that she knew something was up. She slammed the door in their faces and yelled she was calling the police. Of course, she didn’t, she threw clothes and stuff into a bag and got the fuck out of there.
    Now here she was stuck in the bayou, camping in her Hummer, and considering trying to find a gun for protection, something had to give. Arden searched more for the number she knew she put in a safe place, she just didn’t remember where that was.
    “ Ah…ha,” she crowed to herself. It was in the back part of her wallet…nice. Now she needed to drive somewhere and call incase her phone was being traced. She was going to need a disposable soon. She couldn’t take the chance, but every time she went to stop, Arden found something suspicious and didn’t go into the store. At least she had packed her Power Bars, dried fruit, crackers and cheese, and a case of water. That was all she had for the last week, and they were getting low.
    Taking a deep breath, she put her Hummer into gear and drove. Arden needed help and calling a SEAL would be the smart thing to do. This had nothing to do with being able to take care of herself, at five foot eight, she wasn’t a shirking violet. Her smooth black hair and green eyes were her best features, and although her frame was a bit lusher than the skinny models she saw all the time, Arden was in great shape. She ran three miles every morning, since she had gotten used to Dagwood draggin' her ass out of bed for the first few days when he was getting ready to go to Basic Training.

    “ Ma, you have to stay in the car,” Mason grumbled. A man on a mission with his mom, it was sad. In addition, the guys would never let it go. It would be, ‘ask your mom…’ the assholes were relentless. Even now, LC was trying to hide his smile as they stood next to the truck in front of Arden’s apartment building.
    “ Young man, I can protect myself, you know that. Remember who taught you to shoot,” Tulu Patrick said.
    “ Dude, come on.” LC laughed and pulled on his friends arm, at least he understood there was no fighting Tulu.
    “ She stays in the car,” Voodoo argued.
    “ I will not stay in the car! If something goes wonky, I have my squirrel gun. I can shoot a can at more than two hundred yards,” Tulu argued and pulled out the long gun and gripped it in her hands.
    “ Fuck, ma, you are gonna get arrested for carrying that in the city!” Voodoo yelled and grabbed the gun and put it back in the back of the truck in the cargo box and locked it.
    “ Hey!” his mother argued.
    “ If you want to come, you do it my way,” Mason growled. “You will be between LC and me at all times, no talking to people or waiting outside to look at things, you are with us, all the time.”
    “ Fine, Mr. Bossy Pants,” his mother said and slid out of the car and then adjusted something he didn’t want to know about, before smiling up at LC who was now not even trying to hide his laughter and said, “Lead on, Commander.”
    Mason growled one more time and then slammed the car door and nodded to LC to proceed. This was why he hated involving civilians, too much a pain in the ass.
    The three of them walked across the street and up to the second floor where they knew Arden’s apartment was. As they approached the door, Tulu paused and looked back at her son. “Something isn't right.”
    Voodoo nodded, he knew better than to blow off one of his mother’s feelings. He saw the crack in the door first and cursed loudly, someone tried to break the door down, or Arden had a wicked temper he didn't know