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stare.
     “We would like to see your ‘specimen’, to check the
enclosures so we can make a satisfactorily report back to Peter and the
society . Where is it Mr. Demase?” Dillon asked as softly and politely as he
could. Jana knew him well enough to know he was just seething behind that
charming smile.
     “I believe this meeting is over. I will have my security
guard escort you out. Ms. Jones a pleasure. Mr. Parks” he said and with a slight
nod of his head he abruptly turned and walked out of the room.
    As by magic Mr. Ugly entered by a side door neither had
noticed earlier. He walked over to the sliding doors and gestured them outside
     “Well, that went well’ she said under her breath as they
were being escorted off the veranda toward their rental.
    “Oh boy, only two more of these to go” Dillon said with a
small upturn of his eyebrows.
    “Let’s just hope the next two are a little less arrogant!”
 
    “And a little more cooperative.” Jana shot back.
    But, the next day in California resulted in more
disappointment and an additional collector. Not only did they encounter more
hostility but their visits didn’t result in seeing any of the newly captured
Zombies.
    The newest collector, an unexpected lottery winner, danced
around their visit and then bowed out completely at the last minute. 
    The following two scheduled visits were even more
disappointing than Demase’s and even less cooperative.
    Jonathan Evans flatly denied that he had made a purchase,
as if they really existed, he said with a laugh that had come up flat.
Jana thought he looked scared. For a man with such wealth and power jet-setting
all over the world, joining forces with the world’s wealthiest elite, the man
looked very frightened indeed. 
    Conrad Burns, a fat wheezy little man of 65 who managed the
portfolios of Hollywood’s most talented, was much more hostile who threatened to
throw ‘the meddling duo’ into the cage with his new ‘pet. He screamed that the society would “ never get their filthy hands on his little pet .”
    Arrogant, smug, son of bitches.
    Zombies for the rich and famous.
    Go figure.
    Jana punched her code into the electronic keypad and with a
whoosh; the door slid opened exposing an enclosed walkway that separated the
garage and the main house. She walked the length quickly, trying to get the trip
and the frustration out of her mind once and for all. At the end of the walkway,
once again she entered her code before entering the house.
    The place was locked down tighter than Fort Knox and a hell
of lot more secure.
    A girl can never be too careful.
     
     
    ****
     
    Curt finished grooming his black steed, Thunder. He slapped
the now glossy horse on the rump and sent him cantering into the pasture beyond.
Thunder was gone with a sideways glance back, a whiney and a backward toss of
his head. Curt laughed out loud at the horses antics.
    “Yeah, and the same to you Thunder!”
    Stepping from the barn, Curt looked out onto the Mountains
that surrounded his small piece of paradise.  There was already snow in the top
range and Curt knew it would stay there until well about July of next year. Snow
came early into the higher elevations and it didn’t leave quickly.
    The air still felt warm upon his weather beaten skin as he
plucked a long-stem weed from the ground and stuck it between his teeth.
    Curt loved the silence and the feel of the wind on his
face. He raised his face up into the warmth of the sun and closed his eyes. In
the far distance he heard a screech of an eagle. He opened his eyes and scoured
the mountain range. Yes, there. High above she flew, wings outstretched, soaring
high on the turbulent winds. Curt stood watching the magnificent and graceful
fanning of her wings as she flew higher.
     The stillness was momentarily broken as the faint ringing
of a phone reached his ears. He was in no hurry to answer it; if it was
important enough they could call