The ringing of his doorbell awoke Theet Logos.An UPS delivery jockey was there. Parcel and Clipboard at the ready.
"Special Delivery Parcel from Washington State"
Theet signed for it, no senders address, what was this ?
He closed the door and placed the parcel on the hall table. A deft stroke with his kitchen knife peeled the paper away. In a Pine Box lay his old hunting knife, cleaned, and sharpened. No message - unless the knife was ??. He turned the box over. He could just make out the stamp of the Washington State Police.
A cold reality hurt him. He reached for his phone.
"Scroom, We got a problem,.... yeah as in Houston, only this is bigger."
In his Texas office Kermit Scroom thumbed the intercom. "Mary-Lou, cancell mah appointments for the day. Yeah even GW - tell him, Oh hell, just tell him who paid for his campaign, if I say jump he says "How High ?""
Scroom picked up his private phone, with the unlisted number, not even listed by the Feds, and SEC. It had cost him plenty for that kind of privacy.
"All America Plumbing Service, how can we help you ?"
"This is Kermit - I want a team in Lumuma, Washington, fast, ..... No you maniac, Washington State, this is nothing to do with the hill, Oh yes, and Logos is starting to leak, fix it but permenantly Ok ya'll"
Two hours later Theet Logos bell rang again, another UPS jockey was there, he was wearing ear protectors, he handed Theet a parcel and a clip board. "Special delivery from Dallas, Mr Logos" Theet handed back the clip board.
"Have a nice day now". The delivery man turned and walked away.
"That boy seems in a hurry" thought Theet, as he ripped the parcel open.
It was the last coherent thought Theet had. Two pounds of plastic explosive can make a nasty mess of your porch.
Theet took the parcel