Free Terror Flower (River Sunday Romance Mysteries Book 5) by Thomas Hollyday Page B

special love for those men up there with guns. It doesn't sit right with me and, truth be told, it doesn't please a lot of people. Most folks, though, respect Strake or at least work in his companies and they keep their mouths shut.”
    Tench nodded.
    “Let me get through this speech by the African this Friday and then we’ll talk again.”
    “What are you doing here, Jimmy?” came his aunt’s voice loud behind him.
    “Hi,” Tench replied.
    “Anyway, I need to talk to you too.” She looked at Satter. “Sheriff, we ready for the meeting?”
    “They’ll be coming in,” Satter said. “State police, town police, Coast Guard, everybody we think we’ll need.”
    She looked at her watch, then back at Tench and said, “You’ve seen these United Nations folks before, haven’t you?”
    “Sure. They come here and rent boats to go fishing every summer. I fix their cars once in a while.”
    She nodded. “They come in here from over to Washington, have their little meeting for an hour or so, give some business to the hotel for rooms and food and then they leave.”
    “So what do you want to see me about?”
    “You and I are going to the meeting.”
    “Me?”
    “I need someone big and strong to sit with me.”
    She nodded. “Let me tell you some history. Back in the Sixties, this little UN meeting in River Sunday was promoted by the Johnson administration. It was to get attention for African issues and hold it in River Sunday because most of the black citizens were descended from slaves brought from African countries. Maryland was also one of the instigators of Liberia to send former slaves back to Africa. Johnson knew his history. Local support came from Pastor Allingham and his church organization mostly to draw international consideration of black rights here in America. All of it was very forward looking.”
    “Anyway,” she continued, “Owerri’s publishers found out about our little United Nations meeting. They are making a big deal out of it, insisting the members of the committee hear her talk about her book. It’s all intended to have news coverage to sell more books. They have planned some major network coverage. I’ve been getting calls from the television stations. They want to interview me for local color.”
    “News people,” sighed the Sheriff. “We’ll have to block the traffic. It’s going to be tough.”
    The Mayor turned back to the Sheriff. “So what do we do?”
    “I think I’ve covered our back. Everyone will get their assignments today. The representatives from the United Nations will be checked in Thursday as usual and will start their committee in the morning. The demonstrators just want to parade in front of the hotel. All I hear anyway, so we’ll have a place set up for them.”
    Tench did not think much of the UN representatives. He judged people by the cars they drove, typical of any good garage man. They had simple Toyotas and Chevrolets. One time a UN staffer, who only came one summer, and originated from Great Britain, drove a Morgan roadster which Tench thought was an interesting car. The man brought it into the garage for a carburetor adjustment. He didn’t know much about the machine, a jewel of a car. He said his father gave it to him and he himself drove it only to impress his American girl friend back in New York. Tench suspected from the man's description of her car sense she too didn’t know the difference between the hood ornament and the spare tire. Tench had the impression most of these UN experts probably had no heavy experience in Africa either and discussed what they had learned mostly from books and a few quick visits in country.
    “What else do you know about the demonstrators, Sheriff?” asked Tench.
    “Worst one is a group called NUN or No United Nations. They have some members in River Sunday too. Baltimore warned me about them. They start fights to get television coverage and we’ll have some networks here looking for police