Philip R. Clark
A very lonely and bitter old man finds that his children and their mates have been most cases been a great disappointment to him. Their spendthrift ways and lax lifestyle have forced him to make a moral judgment He has decided that no further investments in their wild schemes will be made as they have gone too far. Recently widowed, he decides to give as much of the fortune away to deserving causes, mostly in his wife''s name. This is too much for them and collectively they decide to put a stop to it. But how? A dramatic and novel set of circumstances take place which ultimately end in the man''s death. Their attempt to flee from the police is a novel in escape attempts. The book tells the rest PRC
Thursay, November 2003, September Sound, Texas
It was a cool fall day in North Houston, Texas, a cold wind was pushing down in front of a Canadian weather system. It would soon result in a drop in the temperatures, that October’s unusual ‘highs’ in particular, as the wind passed over Lake Conroe, cooling its waters. It was a relief, in a way, as the closing days of summer and early fall had been exceedingly hot and the change was more than welcome. There was not a cloud to be seen and the sky was a brilliant blue.
“I know it’s still reasonably warm, but the water’s pretty choppy for old Norm to be out there fishing” remarked Marie Hunt to her husband all the time pointing at the cabin cruiser out at a bend in the widest part of the lake. “Even so, it’s got to be pretty rough” watching the boat bob in the turbulent water. The lake all the same was beautiful, even though the water was choppy. The large pines looked greener than usual as they all came down to the lakeside. There were areas between the trees that dotted the green expanse around the lake where there were small communities and large houses, some with their own piers. Boats of all sizes were tightly lashed to the piers to protect them from the winds. Some even had barn like edifices in which the boats were moored for protection.
“The old bastard doesn’t have enough sense to get out of the lake, even when he should,” replied her husband, derisively, “maybe the wind and water will swamp him.”
“You don’t mean that, Doug” chided his wife, followed by a grunt from her walking companion as they finished their afternoon “constitutional”, a word they used to describe their regular afternoon two mile walk.
