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By:Kathi S. Barton
 
 
 
        
          
        
         
 
Keeping tabs on the McCades had been a task that still gave him headaches. They came and went at all hours of the day and night. None of them seemed to have a job that would take them to a certain place at a specific time. He knew they were wealthy; not as much as he was, he thought, but they had disposable income. One of the women had inherited money from a couple of estates. But he never got a handle on who it might have been from, nor how much it was. He knew it wasn't in his ballpark, so he never cared that much to look.
 
He called the man he had watching over the family, and was pleased when he answered on the first ring. Ollie asked him how things were going on that end of his plans.
 
"The computer store is being worked on, as well as two other buildings across town. They're working all over the place, so it's hard for me to keep up with them." Ollie asked him if he wanted him to find a replacement. "No, no, I got it. Just letting you know. You don't have to go doing anything to replace me."
 
He'd kill him, and he was sure the man knew it. "I'm happy to hear that. What have you found out about the women of the family? Are they still making it difficult for you to get them separated from the men?"
 
"You'd think they'd want to go shopping or something like that. But they pretty much hang together. Even if they're with the elder McCade, there is someone forever trailing or with them as a driver. I'm thinking they know you're about." Ollie was sure they did not. He'd paid a great deal of money for keeping his part in finding the jewels a secret. "I have seen another woman there. Fat broad that's been hanging out with the computer guy."
 
Ollie sat up in his chair, and with a glance at the wall, knew which man it was. "Grady McCade. He is planning to open a computer store in seventeen days. What does the fat woman look like?"
 
"Pretty, but huge. I'm thinking that she's working on losing some of it though. Every time I see her, she's walking to one of the buildings or another. She keeps this up and she'll shed it in no time. I had an aunt once that was well-"
 
"I'm sure that your aunt's astonishing weight loss is very intriguing. But this woman, is she pregnant or just simply fat? And is she beautiful, with long dark hair?"
 
"Could be. I never thought of her being heavy with child, but now that you mention it, they have been taking a little more care with how she gets to walking. Holding her hand when she crosses the street. Setting another chair in front of her when she plops down. Yes, sir, you could be right. She's not fat, but big with child." Ollie closed his eyes and thought of all the things he'd have to do now that she was with the McCades. "I can get you a picture if you want. I got a nice new cell phone to use when I talk to you."  
 
"You're using a cell phone?" He said that was the only way that he could keep tabs on them and talk to him when he called. "You've been using one all along? A cell to call and send me.... Christ, did you send other pictures to my email address from it?"
 
"Of course. I don't have the money for a computer. You won't pay me until this is done, you said. And I'm okay with that, really I am, but you call at all hours of the night and day, and if I didn't have it, you'd never reach me. And I have to tell you, after I've seen how you deal with people that make you upset, I thought this was the best way."
 
Ollie disconnected the call. He was going to kill the man, then destroy his phone. It was too late to get the information from it; once it was out in the air, so to speak, it was there for anyone to see. But he wanted the man dead for being so incredibly stupid. As most people were.
 
Ollie had the information that he needed now. Even some that he didn't. The fool had been broadcasting their conversations out to anyone that wanted to look. This was the main reason that he hated having people working for him. They were beyond stupid most of the time.
 
Ollie knew that at times he was a little paranoid. Like the cell phone usage. He hated using them. He could see the usefulness of them … like the man said, he was calling him all the time, but he didn't like them. Anyone could track him with a few key strokes, and it would be all over. Fuck the stupid man and his convenience.
 
Making arrangements to go to Ohio, Ollie thought of everything that he'd learned so far. Most of it was pretty farfetched, but there was some truth to it as well. Not that he really cared what the legend was or who was going to benefit from it. Ollie was selling the pieces to a single buyer on the pretense of knowing everything there was to know about the family and the jewels that came with them.