Free B008IFNJZM EBOK by John James Gregory

Chicago…”
                  “I’ll make arrangements to fly into O’Hare airport as soon as possible.  Do we need to bring anything?”
                  “Just your brother...  I am sure this meeting will only last a few minutes.”
                  “I don’t remember my brother telling you of his problem.”
                  “I am often called because I have this psychic ability.  Your brother is worried about carrying a curse… do I need to say more?”
                  “No.  One of us will call you back as soon as I can book us a flight...It will be in a few days, our father has died and we must complete the funeral arrangements.”
                  “I understand and share your grief.”
                  “But I will call you as soon as possible.”
                  “Normally I do charge for my services, but given your brother’s condition, I will charge nothing and I will come to the airport.  Goodbye Doctor Elizabeth Hart.”
                  “Goodbye.”
                  Elizabeth thought if this woman is a psychic, she is good!  Elizabeth never told the voice her name and surely the cell phone would have not shown her ‘Doctor’ title.  It should have appeared as only as a  private number.  She quickly dialed Uncle Joe and he began to make arrangement to make a flight crew and a corporate jet placed at their disposal for the entire upcoming month.  They would leave as soon as possible after the funeral.  There were just too many things to do until after the reception now planned to take place the evening of the funeral at the mansion.  When her brother returned, she could tell that if it were up to him, they would have left that night, but he regrettably agreed with his sister.  Their father had to be laid to rest before they could do anything.
                 
    ***
                 
                  Two days later, their father was buried on a rainy day.  Hundreds of family and friends along with employees of their father’s corporation were there.  That night, Tom could see the drain all this had put on his sister.  A young man, Tom’s age made his way through the crowd.  He went up to Elizabeth and hugged her and then came over to him.
                  “Nathan… It’s good to see you.”
                  “I am so sorry for the loss of your dad.  I will miss him as well as all of us at the office.”
                  “Thanks Nathan… I have something for you.”
                  Tom reached in his pocket and handed Nat as he called him, an envelope.  They walked to the study and behind closed doors the young man followed Tom’s instructions and opened it.  He read the letter and looked up at Tom sitting at his father’s desk.
                  “You are promoting me to head of research and development?”
                  “Yes.  Your former boss Mr. Redman has moved up as well.”
                  “But there others with more seniority that should be considered before me...”
                  “I believe if my father was still alive, he would have done the same thing.”
                  “Regarding your father, the article in the paper was bull!  I know that for a fact!”
                  “What makes you say that?”
                  “My father as you know served in the service with your dad and he was his superior.  My dad saw your dad take a bullet in the shoulder because your father wouldn’t fire until he had a ‘kill’ shot on his target.  My dad told me that your father held his position until he could squeeze off a round killing the person he was ordered to take out…  Your dad did not accidently, as the paper put it, shoot Mr. Barton and if there was a wild creature, your