Mystery Trees: Where Did Mom Go

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A few blocks from the library, I searched for a spot to pull over. My hands were shaking and legs felt like rubber. I had to pick up the computer cord. If he had seen me, there would be no need to justify it. I shouldn’t need and excuse for refusing Alex access to my computer. I have my clients’ information on it and I want to keep it protected. Yet I was afraid to stand up to him.

Alex has thrown me to the ground, been homeless, channeled excessive anger towards me, and certain his life is in danger. There was something darker under the surface that scares me even more. He is in more trouble than I can to imagine. A lot of distance between us is the only option.

I pulled off at a small park, shut the engine off, and pressed my forehead into the steering wheel. The sound of children playing and a dog barking nearby made me feel safe. Something normal and benign to concentrate on. I kept listening and could hear a bird singing in a tree beside the truck.

Wait a minute. Mom normally calls when I’m away for a few hours. I tugged the phone from my pocket to check for missed calls. Nothing. I hit redial on her number. It rang about ten times before I disconnected.

Tossing the phone down on the seat, I cranked Betsy, and pulled out of the parking lot. Every stop light I came to was red. Every other street seemed to be a four-way stop. As I got closer to home, I had to detour because of a downed tree and power line.

Several small limbs and leaves littered the driveway. There was a clear spot along the curb so I parked the truck in on the street in front of the house. Before getting out of the truck, I could see the inside front door was open. That’s not unusual on a warm day, but my heart did a flip and the hair on the back of my neck raised.

Even from the porch, the house seemed far too quiet. Maybe she fell asleep in her chair and forgot to shut the door. I scanned the room as I stepped inside. If it hadn’t been for the occasional roar of a distant chainsaw, I might have been able to hear my own breathing. Mom wasn’t in her chair.

I thought better of shouting until I could survey the house. What if one of the people hunting Alex found Mom? That thought made me quicken my pace to explore the rest of the downstairs. She wasn’t in the kitchen and the door leading to the backyard was open. Glancing out the screen door, I didn’t see her in the yard.

Mystery Trees: Parting Ways

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My skin prickled. Fear? Anger? A mix of the two? I don’t know. I need to distance myself from Alex.

“Is that all? Call me stupid, but most people don’t have bills of fifty grand due all at once. Is that the amount that keeps you alive? Or, the full amount of the loan?” I asked.

Alex tipped his head back and cackled. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “I have to pay that now. Think of it as a balloon loan with aggressive collectors.”

An officer casually walked out of the police station. Alex slid down in the seat as far as he could. He whimpered from pain and then whispered, “Please, we need to go.”

“Maybe I should flag that officer down and let him know you need medical assistance,” I said.

His eyes widened and then he shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “Go.” Alex was now partially in the floorboard, making it seem I was alone.

The cranking of the truck caused the officer to look our way. So, I gave a casual wave and a nod as I pulled away.

“Are you crazy?”

Without glancing at him, I said, “The officer heard the truck crank and had seen I was looking in his direction. Acknowledging him was the least suspicious thing I could do. He isn’t following us.”

“You’re stupid. I thought you were smarter than that,” Alex said, groaning as he pulled himself back into the seat. He moaned and laid his head against the seat.

“You couldn’t play along in the forest. If they thought there was a dog, they might have let us go with a warning,” he added.

“I’m dumb all right. I let you talk me into a whole lot of trouble.”

We were both silent for the few blocks to the library. I stopped the truck at the curb in instead of parking in the lot. “Your stop, sir.”

“You have to come in, too. I need to use your computer.”

“Not happening. I promised to bring you to the library. Get out before I drive back to the police station,” I said.

Alex scowled, got out, and slunk up the steps. He didn’t bother to shut the door causing forcing me to put the truck in park so I could pull it shut. He looked over his shoulder and with a smile, flipped me off. Good riddance, I thought.

As I pulled away, I turned my phone back on. I would never hear the end of it if Mom was trying to reach me and couldn’t. Halfway home, it rang. Thinking it was Mom wanting something picked up from the store, I answered it.

Miracles Trees: Calling His Bluff

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I watched my old classmate who I thought I knew well. I had even considered him to be a friend, but now someone I don’t trust. He clutched the SD card and rocked back and forth. Little about him resembled the happy, outdoorsy kid that I grew up with.

Unless I get my backpack, the same will to happen to you. Alex’s words rang in my head. What had happened to him? Did Cora’s thug do this? Maybe she found out about the dirt he has on her and then threatened him. Or, did someone else? The card contains incriminating files on a number of people and organizations.

Approaching footsteps scuffing against the pavement pulled my focus from Alex. JJ had a clipboard and pen so I could approve the work order for my SUV. His footsteps stopped and he whispered, “Are you sure I shouldn’t call for an ambulance?”

I turned and took a few steps away from Alex, hoping he wouldn’t hear us talking. “He’d likely refuse it. Now that he found what he so desperately wanted, maybe he’ll agree to be checked out.”

“I hope so. He’s not looking very good,” JJ said, never looking away from Alex. He took the signed form and his eyes widened as he stepped backwards. “I’ll let Bear know he can get started on the repairs.” Then he hurried away.

“I need a computer,” Alex said. He was on his feet and struggling to get into the SUV.

“If we go anywhere now, we’ll have to take Betsy. And you need medical attention before we do anything else,” I said.

“NO!” Alex shook from head to toe. “We need to send a file from this.” He held up the SD card and shook it. “I’d like to stay alive.”

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. “When did you become we? Why have you involved me? Am I in danger? You dragged me into a restricted are in the BWCA. Then I was threatened with possible charges as an accessory to crimes you may have committed.”

Alex didn’t answer. He only stared at me until I squirmed inside. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I shifted my gaze.

“How will money help you if die from your injuries? Your injuries need to be treated.”

He raged again as he got out of the SUV and slammed the door. “If I don’t send the file, I won’t have to worry about that. You have a computer. I need to use it. Let’s go.”

Miracle Trees: Ditching the Card

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Alex’s words made my stomach knot. I stopped several yards away and was momentarily speechless. What am I going to tell him? As little as possible. Finally, I said, “I don’t have your backpack. You look like you need a doctor.”

His jaw tightened as he balled up a fist. “No. I need my backpack. I left it in your vehicle for safe keeping. I told the BWCA security I didn’t need anything from from. Now, I need it back. Where is it?”

“I don’t know where it is. I can give you some clothes or a toothbrush if you need them.”

Alex’s face reddened. Through a snarl he said, “There’s something very important in it. It’s a matter of life and death – mine.”

The knot in my gut turned icy. I stayed rooted in place. “I told you. I don’t have it.”

“Did you throw it away?” asked Alex.

I swallowed hard. He’s calling my bluff. Don’t take the bait. “Are you sure you don’t need a doctor? Your eye looks bad. Maybe you have a concussion.”

He turned to look get a better look at the truck. “Why are you driving this old thing?” Alex motioned over his shoulder at Betsy.

“Mine is having some work done,” I said.

“Then let’s go so I can get my pack.” Alex rolled to his knees. He paused for a moment before stumbling to his feet, pawing the truck to keep his balance. He swayed a bit before steadying. The places he touched were left smudged with dirt and blood.

“What happened to you?”

Alex grunted and then laughed. It quickly became a stifled whimper as he curled with an arm pressed against his belly. “Unless I get my backpack, they’ll do this to you, too.”

Alex straightened slightly, stumbled in front of the truck, and then landed on his hands and knees. He emitted a guttural growl as he curled his fingers into the grill and pulled himself to his feet.

Damn, two hours wasn’t enough to see what was on that SD card. What’s safe to talk about? I can’t let it slip that I know about it.

I wrapped an arm around his waist, giving support so he could limp to the passenger door. I expected the odor of alcohol, but instead he smelled of antiseptic. After he was settled into his seat, I stashed the laptop behind the driver’s seat and got in.

“Who did this to you?” I asked. Alex wrapped his arms around his midsection and looked out the passenger window.

“Did this happen at the hospital?” More stonewalling from Alex. “You smell like you came straight out from the hospital.”

“Shh! What have I told you about this?” He held out his hand.

“I’m not giving my cellphone to you.”

“Then shut up and take me to your SUV.” Alex rolled the window down and spit. When he pulled his head back in, he groaned and held his stomach tighter.

“You need a doctor.”

He roared and smashed his fist into the dashboard, leaving a smudge mark. I glanced over to see his wild-eyed expression. “You talk too much.”

“And you’re tearing up a courtesy vehicle. Betsy isn’t mine. Knock it off or you can walk to Jansen’s.”

Alex sneered. “A courtesy vehicle named after an old cow? I can walk faster than this thing.”

I slowed the truck down and pulled over. Anger had replaced my fear and worry. “Would you rather walk? I’d be happy to oblige. Now, do you want to tell me what is so important about that backpack?”

Alex looked out the window and brought his hand to his face. His shoulders heaved several times before he sniffed and wiped his eyes. “There’s information in the backpack that I promised to deliver. I didn’t deliver it on time. Now, before things become more complicated, I have to get it to them.

My grip on the steering wheel had become so tight my knuckles were colorless. It has to be the SD card. How am I going to explain why it’s in my pocket? “Do you want to walk or are you going to control yourself?” I asked.

“Go.” His voice shook.

There was tense silence rest of the way to Jansen’s. Alex kept his face turned away. I ran scenarios through my head as to how I could inconspicuously get the SD card out of my pocket and into the SUV.

At Jansen’s, I helped Alex out of the truck much the way I would Mom. JJ waved at us and quickly disappeared back into the garage. Before we made it to the service desk, JJ jogged back out holding a brick. Alex flinched and shoved us back a step. He grunted and doubled over.

“Whoa! I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay, fella? Do you need a ride to the emergency room?” asked JJ.

I shook my head. “This is my friend, Alex, and he insists he’s fine.”

JJ gave Alex a long side eye, shook his head, and then shrugged. “I assigned your baby to Bear. He found this partially tucked under the passenger seat. The storm was strong, but it wasn’t that bad.” Good. Maybe Alex will think someone stole it.

“We’ve documented the damage, but didn’t start any work in case you need to file a stolen property report.”

JJ’s statement must have finally registered with Alex. “My backpack. Where is Mike’s vehicle?”

JJ pointed to the side of the building. Alex rallied enough strength to tug me in that direction. “Yeah, go check it out and let me know if you need to make a report. We won’t touch it until you give the approval.”

Alex pushed away from me and began hobbling towards the SUV. I slipped my hand in my pocket and palmed the SD card. This is my opportunity to put it back.

By the time I reached the vehicle, Alex was kneeling by the passenger door. His hand was shoved deep between the passenger seat and the console. “I thought you needed your backpack. What are you digging for?” I asked.

Alex didn’t respond. His search became more aggressive. He yelped as he yanked the back passenger door open and crammed his hand under the front seat. I flicked the SD card into the passenger floorboard. He suddenly stopped and came back to the front seat. “What was that sound?” He frantically patted under the seat from the front before spotting the SD card.

He grabbed it, kissed it, and then slid to the ground in a heap. By the time I got to him, he was alternating between crying and laughing. “I get to live.”

Miracle Trees: Discovery

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The library parking lot was empty except for some small twigs and leaves. I left Betsy near the back of the lot because the faded lines would shout less about the truck’s size. I chuckled to myself, most ladies I know don’t want their size pointed out.

After shutting the truck off, the hairs on the back of my neck began to prickle. It felt like someone was watching. I looked around, but saw no one.

Once inside, I saw a lone librarian sitting behind the desk. When she didn’t look up, I cleared my throat. She slowly peered over the tops of her readers and offered no smile. “May I help you?”

My mouth had gone dry and palms sweaty. My mind continued playing tricks with me. “I need to use one of the private cubicles. Preferably one with an outlet. We don’t have power at home,” I stammered.

Her lips disappeared into a straight line as she silently extended her hand. I looked in the direction her hand seemed to point, but only saw the restrooms. She sighed, “Your library card.”

“Oh, right.” I handed it to her and began to feel the prickles on the back of my neck again. This time I refrained from looking around.

Several moments later, she handed me my card and a key. Then proceeded to drone monotonously about rules, emphasized the strict two-hour limit, and asked that I follow her. With great effort, she pushed herself to her feet and limped towards the back of the library.

The small windowless room was about twice the size of the old phone booths I remembered from childhood. It had its own light switch, a desk-high platform wedged between two walls, and an uncomfortable looking chair. The window on the door had a paper-thin shade that could be pulled for some privacy. Before leaving, she pressed a single finger to her lips and then held up two fingers.

While I waited for the laptop to power up, a shiver ran up my back. That’s when I pulled the shade because anyone who walked by could see my computer screen. Taking a deep breath, I inserted the SD card.

As it was scanned for viruses, I tapped the plastic case on the platform. The screen filled with folders titled with odd names like Nag, Brat, Tensile, Black Hole, and Beast. What could possibly so important?

Miracle Trees: Ruminate

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When I left home, we still didn’t have power. Closer to Jansen’s, there were fewer broken trees, downed power lines, and debris. The traffic lights were also working. My mind wandered back to Alex.

What is on this SD card? What lengths will Cora go to get it? What kind of danger am I, and now Mom, in? Is that why Cora brought an armed back-up when we met? Can Alex be trusted?

On my way to Jansen’s, I noticed the library’s lights were on. That was when I started planning the rest of my day. I patted my pocket, reassuring myself the SD card was still there. My mind whirled again. Had it fallen out of Alex’s pocket? Or, had he deliberately hidden it there?

JJ, Jeremiah Jansen, waved as I pulled up to the repair shop. “What the happened to your baby? It looks like a wild beast chewed it up and then spit it out,” he shouted. He was still jabbering as I got out. “That was some nasty hail last night. Surprised your windshield survived.”

“Do you still have a loaner available? I need to run some errands.”

He nodded and pointed to an older white pickup. “Betsy can be temperamental. You’ll need to sweet-talk her or you might see her stubborn side.”

The truck is not luxurious by any means. It’s clean yet still had the distinct smell of oil. And it was quickly revealed to be terribly sluggish taking off from stops.

When I returned home, Mom and a neighbor were in the front yard. The neighbor was setting up a container of flowers. Mom held a plastic bag and appeared to be supervising. I shook my head her ability to convincing others to do her bidding, especially me.

I couldn’t let the neighbor do all the clean-up. So, for the next two and a half hours, we cleaned up the yard while Mom gave orders. We gathered up twigs, righted containers of flowers, and tossed broken plastic. I cringed at each comment about cracked pots and flattened plants. Another lengthy trip to Olsen’s Greenhouse is not part of today’s plans.

While Mom fetched cold drinks, the neighbor and I sat down on the porch. He mentioned that the broken tree in his yard would be replaced with an Amazing Ash Tree. “I’ve heard nothing but good things about those trees. One of those would have easily survived last night’s storm. Do you suppose they will start building homes out of them? Can you imagine? They would likely withstand tornadoes and hurricanes.”

“Aren’t you worried that there’s something strange about a tree that doesn’t burn easily? It isn’t natural.”

The neighbor looked shocked. “It’s wonderful! And just think how it would help the environment if we stopped having forest fires.”

I rubbed my chin. “But what about when you go camping? You need a camp fire and if all the trees are the new ones, you couldn’t make one.”

At first, the man looked perplexed. Then he said, “Well, I don’t go camping. So, I wouldn’t be worried about building a fire.”

Frustration rose in me despite knowing little about these trees. It irritated me this man couldn’t fathom how such a tree might be harmful. In the past, I rarely thought about the environment. But something Alex said about the balance of wildlife being disrupted alarmed me. “What about burning wood for heat? Or, what about people who enjoy wood burning fireplaces?”

The neighbor started to say something when Mom emerged with drinks. After distributing them, she sat down and took over the conversation. “Oh, those trees aren’t real. That’s a sale’s gimmick. Save your money and get a regular tree.” True to form, she had been eavesdropping.

She turned to me. “Mikey, we need to visit Olsen’s this afternoon. I can’t have the yard looking such a mess.” She waved a scrap of paper.

My amusement disappeared. I gulped down my drink and patted my pocket. It was still there. “They will be so busy today. Tomorrow might be a better day.”

As I stood up, I added, “The library has power and we don’t. I’ll be there for a few hours to do some research” I said. Mom looked hurt, but nodded in agreement.

Before guilt derailed my plans, I went in the house to round up my laptop, cords, a spare flash drive, and case. The sooner I discover what is on the card, the better.

Miracle Trees: The Storm

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Over the next few days, we remained nervous. Mom worried more sales people would come to the door and want to come in. She spent most of her time peering out the windows. Then commenting about every car or person that looked out of place. It was impossible to get any work done. As soon as I hit the flow, she called me to the window to point them out. I’d reassure her and then try to eek out more work before the next interruption.

I wondered if he had only posed as a sales person. I worried that Cora and her sidekick would find me or worse hurt Mom. I couldn’t get Cora’s words out of my mind ‘this isn’t something you want to tangle with’. Should I have viewed it as a threat? Should I take it to the police? She wouldn’t be stupid enough to put it in writing, right?

Within a week, we both relaxed back into our normal schedules. Mom stopped hanging out at the window, spying on the neighborhood. She had even returned to dozing in her favorite chair. And, not a single sales person knocked on our door.

Alex’s SD card never materialized. Cora’s emails had stopped entirely. Had Cora found it in the bag after all? Or, had she discovered the police had possession of it?

As for Alex, I hadn’t heard anything new. He is a friend and I worried about his well being. It seemed as though he was now involved in troubling activities and better to cut him loose. I hadn’t checked on him since he taken into custody by the BWCA security. Maybe Alex told them the truth about why we had been there and cleared me of any wrong doing. At least no one from law enforcement had contacted me about our little field trip.

I finally had stretches of uninterrupted time for my freelance projects. The deadlines for three big projects were met and another completed two days early. Life was mundane and I loved it.

Mother Nature brought the boring bliss to a crashing end. A fierce thunderstorm with high winds, hail, and wicked lightening rolled in one night. The pelting of hail on the roof had me thinking about the roof and siding sales person. Was he really a sales person and would he be back? A loud crack of thunder shook the house. I bundled Mom to the basement and we spent the night huddled there.

Miracle Trees: Neighborhood Watch

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The piercing headlights of oncoming cars intensified my growing headache. The knot behind my ear throbbed and was hot to the touch. I was grinding my teeth and holding my breath to cope with the pain. The drive home seemed much longer.

As I traveled past the neighbor’s house, a parked car looked out of place. It looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I had seen it before. Now, you’re paranoid. Shaking away the thought, I rationalized why it belonged there. Maybe the neighbors bought a new car or have company. I pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine.

I sat there for a moment to compose myself. If Mom is awake, I don’t want her to suspect something was wrong. As I sat there, the back of my neck prickled. It felt like I was being watched. Glancing in the mirrors and then out the windows, I saw no one.

I kept my footsteps soft on the porch and quietly shut the door. I dodged the squeaky floorboards as I tiptoed towards the kitchen. Halfway across the room, a gasp followed by a shriek near the window made me jump. The pain behind my ear intensified.

“Mikey, what are you doing sneaking around like that?” Mom shouted. She was standing by the window, tangled in the curtain. An engine revved outside. Then headlights tracked across the living room wall before the sound faded.

“Good. They finally left,” she said, shaking her arm loose from the curtain.

“Who’s they?” I walked over the window and peered out.

“Some guy who wanted to sell me a new roof. Told him the one I had was just fine.”

My heart hammered at the thought of her being over powered in her own home. “You let him in the house?” I asked.

Miracle Trees: Confrontation

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While I waiting for Dr. Cora Nelson’s reply, I read through what the materials from Alex’s backpack. I had scanned each page into my computer before allowing Mom to stitch them into the bottom backpack. The more information I read, the more conflicted I became. My conclusion – no one knew with certainty how these trees became a reality. Even the theories contradicted each other regarding the impact to the environment.

When Cora responded three days later it only contained questions. ‘How did you get this email address? Who are you? Who do you work for?’ and so on. No pleasantries or even a thank you for letting her know about Alex.

Instead of working on my client’s project, an ad for a hardware store in Maine, I sat staring at the questions. Perhaps contacting her was the wrong thing to have done. She had kicked Alex out, but I don’t know her side of the story.

My original message to her was brief. I didn’t mention the BWCA trip, the police or whoever they were, or that I had found the papers in the backpack. I finally replied that I’m Alex’s friend, a self-employed graphic artist, and that I had his backpack. I wanted to know more about her before giving out any more information.

Breathing a sigh of relief and rubbing my hands on my jeans, I turned my attention back to my client’s project. Unless I made tangible progress on the hardware store’s graphics, I’d be working late tonight. I had promised to take Mom to the Olsen’s greenhouse after dinner because she would like to freshen up the yard. I won’t feel like working after that trip.

Less than thirty minutes after I sent Cora my answers, she replied. She wanted to meet immediately. Her eagerness made me even more anxious to be rid of it. If he had hidden seeds inside, I didn’t want in my possession if those men came looking for it. I agreed to meet her at a lakeside park along highway 61 at 7:00 tonight.

Miracle Trees: Conspiracy Theory

I pulled into Mom’s driveway and shut the engine off. A year ago, I moved back to keep an eye on her. Even though her mind is still sharp, her physical health is worrisome. She sleeps much of the time. The doctors brushed it off as natural age progression. Then they suggested moving her into assisted living, but she refuses to because in her words, ‘I’m not old.’

Closing my eyes, I leaned back in the seat to collect my thoughts. Could I really be considered an accessory to Alex’s poaching? When I moved back in with Mom, I had to give up a better paying job in the cities. My freelance pay isn’t enough to cover lawyer fees. I can’t tell Mom, not right now at least.

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. Now, to assess Lowry’s vandalism of the interior my vehicle. The contents of the glove compartment littered the floorboard. My emergency crate was tipped over. And Alex’s backpack was partially emptied and some of his belongings scattered between the front and second row seats. The bottom of the backpack was wedged under a second-row seat. A worn-out sneaker, a pair of rolled up socks, and a pair of frayed jeans laid near its opening.

After straightening up my belongings, I attempted to put the spilled things Alex’s pack back inside it. The man must be a master. Try as I might it wouldn’t close properly even though not everything was back inside it. I scooped up the pack and stray items, taking them into the house.

Knowing Mom might be asleep, I gently nudged the front door open; she was. The recliner would be far more comfortable, instead she was sitting up on the couch with her head thrown back. Several years ago she would have stirred or said something, but she continued snoring. I tiptoed across the living room dodging the two squeaky boards that tattled on me so many times when I was a child.

Once in the kitchen, I placed the stray items on the table and began unpacking the rest. Maybe if I saw how it was packed, I can get everything back into it. Inside were two thread bare shirts and one pair of jeans with holes in the knees. They weren’t the fancy ones you bought that way, but the kind that are worn out. Oddly, the other sneaker was towards the bottom of the pack.

It looked empty, but still seemed too heavy. I turned it over looking for other compartments – nothing. Grabbing it by the straps, I gave it a firm shake. Something shifted inside, but I couldn’t see how to reach what was hidden.